You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Oh, it was recommended by a friend. Yesterday you sent me the photo of the pendant and I asked a professional appraising agency immediately. But they can only identify the material and have no experience with the history as well as the artifacts. So we will have to find a professional antique appraiser."

Casey explained, "After asking around a few times, everyone ended up recommending this place. The antique appraiser, Mr. Ward, has devoted all his life to the business. He was experienced and knowledgeable. He can say a thing or two about even the most offbeat things."

Luther walked on and finally reached the main hall.

He looked up and saw a plaque that read "Sanmon Antiques” on the door.

"This is the place. Mr. Warner, this way."

Casey led the way the workroom inside.

Mr. Ward stood up and smiled, "Good day to you both and welcome to my little workroom. As you can see, this is just a small workroom so I won't pour you tea."

He could see that one of the guests was dressed in a quite extraordinary way, and he must have a quite significant position. Luther took the pendant out of his pocket and gave it to Mr. Ward, "Please take a look at it, Master. I think there was originally a pattern on it, but I couldn't see it."

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took the pendant from Luther's

"Well, it does have quite a history. At least, a hundred

to the sofa in the room, "Please sit down. It will take a little

"Good."

was full of antiques on the walls, on the floor, and even from the ceiling. Even the sofa on which he was now sitting was hundreds of

was as if he had come to another world, a different world

sit down for a moment. I'll go out and get you a

expecting a long wait,

"Good. Go ahead.”

Luther nodded gently.

got up and left

on the lamp on his desk, put on his one-eyed magnifying glass, and began to clean the silver pendant. He took out a paste, squeezed a little on top of a cotton swab, and carefully

good and

Ward said, "It's definitely not

folk stuff? Is it the royal family?"

from the royal family. I mean ordinary craftsmen can't make it. It looks

Mr. Ward replied.