CHAPTER 325: CHAPTER 325: TEETH FROM OVER A THOUSAND YEARS AGO

"Sure." Upon hearing the mixed-race girl’s words, Chen Yiyang nodded decisively.

He had been thinking before, Durandel as a long sword from the French Charlemagne period.

Even if it’s not as mystical as the historical legends say.

But preserved until now, at the very least it’s considered a nice artifact.

How did it end up in a flea market?

Now it seems there is indeed a reason.

The mixed-race girl showed Chen Yiyang many of her great-grandmother’s former collectibles.

Most were some popular French crafts or worthless relics of the time.

But among them was a long sword that looked aged and was enclosed in a scabbard.

Chen Yiyang took out this long sword and carefully drew the scabbard open.

Though the sword inside had endured over a thousand years, it was still well-preserved.

However, apart from the blade, the rest of the sword is missing.

The sword’s original scabbard was likely replaced later.

That’s quite normal.

Many ancient swords preserved from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods in the country also only have the blade remaining.

The wooden handles and scabbards don’t last that long.

"How much is this sword?" Chen Yiyang asked.

"I don’t really understand the value of these collectibles, could you just name a price?" The mixed-race girl looked at Chen Yiyang.

She indeed didn’t understand, or she wouldn’t have brought such an obviously historic ancient sword to such a place to sell.

Moreover, judging by her attire, this girl seemed to live in poor conditions.

So Chen Yiyang thought for a moment and then said, "How about this, give me your bank account, and I’ll have someone deposit money into your account after I return to the hotel, how about that?"

"Like this?" The girl was very conflicted after hearing Chen Yiyang’s words.

If Chen Yiyang took the item and then only gave her a few euros, or even gave her nothing.

She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

But after contemplating for a while, the girl made up her mind.

"Alright, I trust you. I’ll wait for your money."

"No problem." Chen Yiyang gestured, then had the girl write down the bank account.

Returning to the hotel, Chen Yiyang called the guide and asked, "I need to deposit money into an account. Do you have anonymous accounts there to help me with this?"

"Does this involve any illegal transactions?" the guide asked.

"It’s at most borderline, shouldn’t be clearly illegal."

Chen Yiyang wasn’t sure if purchasing a Charlemagne-era artifact and taking it out of Europe involved European laws.

But upon Chen Yiyang saying this, the guide understood.

As long as it’s not clearly illegal, then they’re not afraid.

"Just give me the account, how much to deposit into this account?"

"A hundred thousand euros." Chen Yiyang gave a very high price.

Of course, compared to the sword’s actual value, a hundred thousand euros was quite cheap.

However, Chen Yiyang needed to use an anonymous account to pay to avoid future troubles.

He took the sword, and even if later reminded of the sword’s value.

Since Chen Yiyang paid using an anonymous account provided by this international service institution, they couldn’t trace back to him.

After letting the guide handle this, Chen Yiyang began admiring Durandel again in the hotel.

Of course, excluding those historical legends, this ancient sword, one of the three major holy swords in Europe, is just a thousand-plus years old battlefield long sword used by European knights.

Yet its preservation until now implies considerable value.

Placing the blade aside, Chen Yiyang checked the scabbard again.

This scabbard should have been made over a hundred years ago, and its craftsmanship was quite mediocre. Chen Yiyang shook it a bit and discovered there was something inside.

Carefully, Chen Yiyang turned the scabbard over, and from within, a tooth fell out.

In Europe from the eighth to twelfth century, knights liked to place saints’ hair, teeth, and blood within sword handles for divine protection.

Durandel was no exception.

It is said Durandel’s sword handle contains Saint Peter’s tooth, Saint Basil’s blood, Saint Denis’s hair, and a piece of the Virgin Mary’s clothing.

However, after closely inspecting the scabbard again, Chen Yiyang only found this tooth, processed with special craftsmanship, preserved until now without knowing whose it was.

DNA can be extracted from a tooth to identify the owner, but Chen Yiyang was unsure if any DNA remains after over a thousand years.

Never mind.

Chen Yiyang thought repeatedly and felt it safer to find someone to test the sword after returning home.

If it were made known that he took the sword, Chen Yiyang doubted his safe departure from France.

In the afternoon, with nothing much to do, Chen Yiyang visited Mayu, who was still diligently making French puff pastry meat pie.

Mayu’s master had clandestinely transported some wild venison from Japan into France for her.

Chen Yiyang didn’t know how it got smuggled in, but transporting several pieces of meat inside should be easier than illegal immigration.

"Master Romance is a tough talker with a soft heart." Mayu whispered to Chen Yiyang during a break, "He says he won’t help, but he actually helped me a lot."

"I guess he can’t accept that his partner went to Japan and even trained an apprentice?" Chen Yiyang speculated.

"Not at all." Mayu said. "Master Romance can’t accept that the champion of the French puff pastry meat pie competition was taken by the Japanese again. So he’s conflicted about helping me."

"Really?" Chen Yiyang asked in surprise, "Were the previous champions of the French puff pastry meat pie Japanese?"

"In the past three sessions, the champions of the French puff pastry meat pie were Japanese." Mayu answered.

"No wonder." Chen Yiyang now understood where Romance’s resentment came from.

Suppose Huaxia held a Five-nut Mooncake competition and all three previous champions were Europeans.

Chen Yiyang guessed he wouldn’t feel great either.

But if foreigners claimed the Old Imperial Capital’s Douzhi competition three times, he’d certainly support them wholeheartedly.

"By the way, does this Romance have any hobbies?" Chen Yiyang continued to inquire.

"Master Romance enjoys drinking locally brewed wine in Paris." Mayu replied.

"Alright, I got it."

After leaving Mayu, Chen Yiyang thought for a moment and contacted Gabriel from yesterday, who was in the wine business, asking if he could visit his winery and buy some wine.

Upon hearing Chen Yiyang’s request, Gabriel gladly agreed and said he always welcomes Chen Yiyang to visit.

Thus, Chen Yiyang, along with a guide and a bodyguard, drove to Gabriel’s winery the next day.