"Faysal! What do you want to fool me with today?" I'm not falling for that again.

"Get the hell out of here."

Waide Brown, over 80 years old, was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace a moment ago. He was covered with a blanket and listening to jazz on the gramophone, enjoying rare leisure.

The thick fog in front of the glazed door highlighted how precious the silence and warmth in the room were, but only one thing worried him...

As the wind bell rang, Waide opened his eyes and saw the punk at the door.

Waide glanced subconsciously at the scattered parts on the desk and chattered away with Faysal Lopez as usual.

As the owner of the old antique shop, Waide had seen too many people and was clear about what everyone had brought and what they wanted to take.

As the mark of the times, antiques would not be changed by anything. Waide had an album of his neighbor that collected photos taken since World War II. What's more, he had a gem that was said to be inlaid on the crown of King Berani II of the Maherifo Empire.

Every antique had its value, but someone needed to find out what it was. Somehow, Waide thought Faysal was hiding something.

Waide knew very well this time that Faysal wanted the Magic Sapphire from Distruj, but Waide would not present it.

Waide had no children, so he was eager to have someone to chat with him.

"You will not fool me again!" Waide thought to himself.

But he stopped smiling soon.

Waide thought, "There seems to be something wrong with Faysal."

Although he was short and thin, he has a sharp tongue.

Usually, Faysal would make a dig back when he made a dig at him.

However, today he leans against the door frame as still as if he were praying in church.

His eyes are glazed over, and he looks like a fool.

At this time, Faysal was indeed a little dull.

Something was suddenly in his mind after the dull thud of thunder just now.

To be exact, someone's memory and soul were united with him perfectly.

The man was also called Faysal Lopez but from another century.

Living in the Middle Ages, Faysal Lopez was a prodigy of antique identification. His excellent skills in appraising treasures, together with a load of rare treasures in his house, made him the favorite of all the great families at that time.

Unfortunately, he and the enemy died together on the Iwandle in action to protect the national treasure. Everyone sank with the ship in the Dzonga Sea.

At this time, Waide said, "Hey!"

"You're not going to die, aren't you?"

"Stay away from me if you want to die. Don't throw dirt on me."

Faysal came to his senses and glared at Waide.

"Shut up, you'll die before me," Faysal retorted.

Seeing Faysal restored to the old mean appearance, Waide was relieved and grinned.

Waide continued, "There's always something unexpected. Maybe you'll die before me!"

"There's nothing valuable here anymore. It's going to rain soon. Get out of here."

Faysal lit a cigarette and took a deep drag on it.

He asked, "Why can't I stay here on a rainy day?"

"Don't fiddle with those odds and ends, Waide. You can't fix it without that part."

"Hmm?"

Waide took off his glasses and glared at Faysal seriously.

"Do you know what it is?" asked Waide.

"Of course I know," Faysal replied with a look of disdain.

"I'll reward you handsomely if you get it right," promised Waide.

Faysal took a step forward and said, "Give me the Magic Sapphire from Distruj if I get it right, OK?"

"It's a deal," agreed Waide.

Faysal touched dozens of parts of different sizes on the desk and said, "This is a Cloisonne Bell with Phoenix, specially made for Vuxeni by the Ririmi Empire more than a thousand years ago."

"At that time, it was greatly valuable and was an essential dowry for the marriage of noble ladies in Vuxeni," added Faysal.

"Snap!"

Waide was so surprised that his mouth was wide open, and his porcelain dentures fell on the desk.

No one knew Waide attached great importance to the parts on the desk.

To repair the bell, Waide had visited famous craftsmen all over the country for decades.

Even Yorick Scott, the top clock craftsman, studied it for more than an hour but found no solution.

The Scott family was highly skilled in clock making and repair, and Yorick was taught by Devery Wright, who repaired clocks for the Maherifo Empire royal family.

Therefore, Waide was surprised that Faysal revealed the answer.

At the same time, it made Waide revive a little hope for the repair of the bell.

Waide trembled and wore his dentures and asked Faysal in a low voice, "Well... can you fix it?"

Faysal noticed how important the pieces were to Waide, so he said seriously, "Yes, I can."

What Faysal said sent Waide into raptures.

Waide grabbed Faysal's hand and asked excitedly, "Faysal, are you serious?"

"Don't worry. I can really fix it," replied Faysal.

With Faysal's promise, Waide burst into tears instantly.

"Faysal, I have a woodcut from Xihlala. I'll give you the painting if you fix the bell," continued Waide.

"Really?"

Faysal gasped.

He thought to himself, "The woodcut from Xihlala is of great value."

He had long wanted to get Waide's Magic Sapphire. He was sure he would make a lot of money if Waide could give him a woodcut besides the sapphire.

At the current market price, a woodcut was worth more than 80,000 dollars.

And the price could be much higher than the original price if the painting was kept well.

"Are you serious?" asked Faysal.

Waide patted his chest and promised, "I swear it is true."

The old bell from the Ririmi Empire had a complex structure.

For the current clock craftsmen, there was nothing they could do without the original drawings.

However, for Faysal today, it was a piece of cake to fix it.

He set to work at once.

Faysal cut out a thin steel wire that was about 1.3 inches long and burned it red with a flamethrower quickly.

Then he bent the cooled wire into a specific shape with two pairs of pliers and re-quenched it in the mud added with brine.

After Faysal did that three times, the wire became tough.

The wire was to replace the missing piece.

Everything was ready, and the climax was coming.

Faysal held the bell case with his left hand and grabbed the parts with his right hand. Then he put the pieces into the case one by one quickly.

Waide put on his glasses, but he couldn't fully see what Faysal was doing.

Faysal stopped in less than three minutes, and the broken bell came back into operation.

Seeing that, Waide pinched his thigh severely, then held the repaired bell and cried excitedly.

Faysal wiped the sweat on his head and sighed in his mind, "My constitution is far worse than that of Faysal Lopez in the Middle Ages."

He almost didn't show his strength at all.

It was a top priority to strengthen the constitution.

Faysal lit a cigarette, glanced at Waide who was excited, smiled, and turned to go out.

Faysal thought, "Obviously, the bell is Waide's favorite. I'll come back to him when he calms down."

As for the Magic Sapphire and the woodcut, Faysal was not afraid that Waide would go back on his word.

After more than a week of getting along, Faysal had gotten to know Waide and believed him.

What's more, Faysal wanted a place to cool off.

"Where did the soul of the medieval genius who was good at appraising treasures come from?" he wondered.