The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 117

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 117

Chapter 35 Genuine (2)

Butler Duchamp whispered something to Quinier and then came to me.

“I’m sorry, appraiser. Could you please wait a moment? It seems like they didn’t treat their guests properly. “We will serve you tea and refreshments in a moment.”

“Of course.”

Duchamp smiled again at my answer and called the maid.

“Here, tea and snacks for the appraiser. “Do not hold back, but bring the best.”

“yes.”

Then Duchamp immediately left the room.

I sighed.

“I guess they’re calling another appraiser.”

“that’s right.”

Queenie accepted obediently, as if she had nothing to hide.

I can’t believe the way I’m doing it, so I’m going to call another appraiser.

However, I am the person Queenie introduced me to, and since I cannot be rude, I am planning to call her secretly.

“That guy, you haven’t even asked my name yet. “You don’t even introduce yourself.”

“I know. “I have no credibility.”

Queenie chuckled as she said that. He’s your butler.

Meanwhile, the maid brought tea and refreshments. As Duchamp said, it was a luxury product that could be seen at a glance.

As I was taking a break while drinking tea and waiting, Duchamp returned earlier than expected.

“How do you feel, appraiser? Does it suit your taste?”

“I think anyone will like this car.”

I praised honestly. Duchamp smiled, probably feeling better.

People usually exchange good words briefly and bad words for a long time.

A compliment may end in one or two words, but a rebuttal may repeat dozens of words. Complimenting someone who is not present once is enough, but gossiping behind someone’s back can last for an hour without getting tired.

So, if you want to keep it short, give a compliment.

I just want to finish it quickly.

“Then, please begin when you are ready.”

“Yes, let’s do it right away.”

I put down the teacup, and the maid deftly took the silverware and walked away.

And just like before, the employee placed the item and I reported it.

“It’s authentic.”

“… … .”

After that, the user took the item and went outside without saying a word this time.

Apparently, it was being delivered to an appraiser in another room.

… … .

After a while, I was sitting in a chair with my chin resting on my head.

It seemed a little arrogant, but I couldn’t help it.

If I don’t keep my chin up, I feel like I’m going to fall asleep like this.

“Here’s the next one.”

The worker placed the pottery on the shelf.

“curio.”

The user took it and left. After a while, I came back in.

“Here’s the next one.”

The employee placed the necklace on the shelf.

“curio.”

The user took it and left. It wasn’t until a while later that I came back in.

“Here’s the next one.”

The worker placed the crafted jewels on the shelf.

“… … Diamond. “I don’t know how much it costs.”

“yes. Thank you for your confirmation.”

Queenie, who was watching from the side, intervened.

“Hey, are you doing it right?”

“It’s incredibly accurate. My soul and body have become one and I am doing it right. “I would rather see a fake.”

There is nothing special about the work I am doing.

Put it in the workshop, check the items, and use the ‘Analysis’ skill if necessary.

The problem is that this job is so boring.

Other appraisers would use a magnifying glass to check for detailed scratches and textures and search through the relevant materials to analyze them to determine authenticity, but for me, I can just look.

Moreover, as I took the items I identified to a newly appointed appraiser and had them do a double appraisal, the waiting time became even longer.

I would rather say to Duchamp, ‘I know that a new appraiser has been appointed, so please let me be next to you.’

Plus, I’m not the only one who’s bored.

“Look around, old man. “The only person with bright eyes here is my senior.”

At first, the maids and butlers of this mansion were also interested in me. This is because Quinier introduced me as an excellent appraiser who can confirm the authenticity at a glance. The words themselves were not wrong, so I stayed still.

But I really check it ‘at a glance’.

Not only the butler, but now everyone around me was looking at me with suspicion. You will look like a person who just answers that no matter what product is presented, it is ‘genuine’.

Yes, that will happen. If I saw someone else doing this, I would think the same.

Almost everyone here, including me, is probably thinking this.

‘Please come out with a fake.’

The user then placed the following items.

This time it was a pendant. There was a purple jewel embedded in the center, and a fairly complex machine was elaborately woven around it. Since the rings of the circle were surrounded by three layers, each ring could be rotated about its axis.

… … Whoa, this is.

“It’s authentic.”

I spoke and the employee took the items and went out. Now I have to wait again until the appraiser finishes the appraisal.

At that time, Quinier came up to me. And whispered into my ear.

“Is there something there?”

I also whispered those words.

“How did you know?”

“Because that’s what your expression looked like.”

After all, it is Queenie.

She may be able to appraise items, but when it comes to reading people, there are few people who can compete with her.

And after a while, Yongin and Duchamp came in together.

“Um, appraiser?”

“yes.”

“It’s about the pendant you just saw. That is… … .”

I scratched my cheek. I could guess what Duchamp would say.

The result is the same anyway, so let’s make it easier.

“You called another appraiser, right?”

“… … yes? ah… … .”

“I am okay. Please bring him here. “It seems like we made different judgments.”

Duchamp seemed a little surprised by my words, bowed his head deeply, and left again.

Soon a middle-aged, thin man came in with Duchamp. He had thin eyes and wore glasses, giving him a very stern appearance.

I stood up and we greeted each other.

“Hello, my name is Quentin.”

“This is Frontier. Nice to meet you.”

Since the other person did not mention his/her last name, I introduced myself by only my first name.

Anyway, mentioning Roach’s name is meaningless and a bit ugly. But Duchamp, who was next to me, heard my name and looked away as if he was thinking about something.

“Let me tell you first, this pendant is fake.”

The appraiser, who introduced himself as Quentin, confidently declared: He held up the pendant in his gloved hand.

“This central gem is definitely real. However, there was a difference in the degree of damage to the joints of the rings surrounding the jewelry and each ring. In other words, the parts have been replaced. “I presume that the person who originally bought it damaged or lost it for some reason and put it back together.”

After saying that, Quentin glanced at me.

“It seems that the young appraiser only looked at the authenticity of the jewel and said it was genuine, but a proper appraiser should pay attention to the overall details of the item. “You still lack experience.”

He speaks as if he understands me, but there is tremendous contempt in his eyes.

You probably heard from Duchamp how I feel. Since they only see me as a fraud, this defense is said with the utmost courtesy.

So I feel a little sorry.

“The reason the ring on this pendant changed is,”

Because we need to break down the opinion of a veteran appraiser.

“Because the manufacturer replaced the part.”

Ha, I can hear Quentin scoffing.

“For what reason is the manufacturer replacing parts? “If you change the original decoration, its value will only decrease.”

What Quentin said was true.

As Quentin himself did, you can immediately see the parts that have been replaced, and if old and new decorations are mixed, the value of the entire item is bound to drop.

However, such theory does not apply to this pendant.

“The ring on this pendant is not a decoration.”

I put on a glove and held out my hand to Quentin. Quentin frowned slightly, but he gave me the pendant without saying anything.

I lifted the pendant and manipulated the loop around.

Let’s see, according to the manual provided by the ‘Analysis’ skill… … .

Crash.

Click, click, click.

When I operated it in the correct order, at some point the stacked rings started moving on their own.

The moment they were lined up, the rings narrowed the gap and filled the inside of the purple jewel without any gaps. Then this time the jewel began to shine.

And the voice you hear.

[…] … Mystiltein was not a tree branch.]

[What are you talking about?]

[We were fooled! Mystiltein is not some tree branch that happens to be imbued with divine power! It’s a weapon created from the beginning! That’s—]

Two people’s voices were heard, and then it ended as if it was cut off midway.

… … Hmm, I didn’t expect it to sound like this. anyway.

“This pendant is not an ornament. It’s a mechanical device with security processing. But now we’ve added some magical engineering to it.”

“… … .”

Everyone was shocked by my explanation and just watched. It was the same with Quentin.

“This pendant will not open unless you operate it in the correct order. However, to actually operate, it must be made with a high level of precision. That’s why the parts keep changing. In other words, this pendant is the final product that fully embodies the maker’s many failures.”

It’s like the ‘really, truly, final, final revision’ of a report.

I saw Duchamp. I think it’s right to talk to Quentin, but I don’t think it would hurt his pride too much to say anything.

“So, this is real. As I said before, I don’t know the price.”

“… … “I see.”

Duchamp answered without hesitation.

* * *

Queenie was purely surprised as she watched.

Although I trusted Frontier, the process he showed me far exceeded my expectations.

‘I realized that the decoration was a mechanical device, and I showed it by performing the operation myself.’

Moreover, it only took about 3 seconds to appraise it to confirm it.

Right. That pendant was a recorder with a code attached. So that you can save the content that no one should hear as a voice and retrieve it when it is important.

… … But what happens if you break the password?

‘I’m also concerned about the content.’

It was a story about Mystiltein. A very serious and urgent voice. Moreover, it was not completed and was cut off midway.

However, deciding to think about it later, Quinier approached Frondier.

“Frondier, you’re amazing. “As expected, my skills haven’t rusted.”

And Quinier looked at Duchamp intently.

“Don’t you have something to say?”

“… … I’m sorry for doubting you, appraiser. “No, Mr. Frontier.”

Duchamp bowed politely this time, bending his waist 90 degrees. Queenie smiled after seeing that apology. For him to doubt Frondier was like doubting the eyes of Quinier, who had introduced him.

So, are you saying my eyes are accurate?

“By the way, Senior Queenie.”

At that time, Frondier opened his mouth.

“huh?”

“I think it’s not enough to just get an apology and end it.”

“… … huh?”

Frondier smiled at Queenie.

Where did I see that smile? Where was it?

ah. It’s similar to the face I used to practice in front of the mirror.

“Seniors always value ‘reward’, right?”

“… … Ah oh?”

“I will sell the goods to the Quinier family, so would you buy some for me?”

“uh? “What did you buy?”

“At Terst Department Store, this and that.”

Queenie’s eyes wavered at those words. Department stores may sound good, but on this continent, ‘department stores’ are really places where the ceilings and floors of the value of all kinds of goods are endless.

“Of course, you have to buy everything, every last one.”

As Frondier said that, he still smiled at Quinier.

fantasy,