This bronze mirror didn't seem special from the outside. Its workmanship was very rough.

Although the outside was fully covered with a light green patina, the patina didn't look like it had accumulated over time.

It seemed more like it was artificially made.

At one glance, Xyla Quest could tell that it was a product of a recent pipeline.

Her instincts told her something must have been squeezed in between the two layers of bronze mirror.

Meanwhile, its rough and unattractive surface was precisely made to protect the object inside.

Xyla guessed that a certain antique collector in recent times probably made this seemingly terrible bronze mirror to protect the object from being stolen by placing it in between the two layers. Afterward, the bronze mirror might have been misplaced and ended up here for some particular reason.

As Xyla thought of this, she instantly walked closer to the bronze mirror. She leaned over with her hands on her knees and carefully examined the bronze mirror.

Later, she activated her X-ray vision.

Soon, she was able to look through the bronze mirror.

folded yellowish paper came

looked through the paper and saw what

eyes was the words 'made by Pablo Picasso'. There was also

seen both the style of drawing and the

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fact, it was

Pablo Picasso!

Pablo Picasso, the painting saint

very few of Pablo

of each one of them was close to five or six

she was going to get

turned to look at the middle-aged male boss sitting in front of the stall. "Sir, how may I address you?" "My

How much are you selling this bronze mirror

saying that, she pointed at the bronze mirror in front

the 7th century..." Mr. Warren said with a smile. "How about this... If you really want it, I'll sell it to

Mr. Warren said, she couldn't help but laugh

intend to slaughter her like a pig? Did he say this thing was from the 7th century? Did he think

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