CHAPTER 1515: CHAPTER 722: WHAT DID YOU FORGET?_2

Sean Knight always felt he had overlooked something, but he couldn’t remember what for half an hour.

On the third day, a phone call reminded him.

"Is this Mr. Knight? I was referred by Old Smith."

Hearing it was a referral from Old Smith, Sean immediately thought of that monster’s arm.

He said with a smile:

"Hello, how may I address you?"

"Call me Old Baker," the other party replied decisively. "I’m currently off the coast of Sweden. When will you be available, Mr. Knight?"

"I’m available now," Sean said with a smile. "How about we meet this afternoon?"

"That’s fine. When you get to the sea, send me the coordinates, and I’ll come to you."

"No, no, no, come to the City District to find me," Sean said. "Call me again when you reach the City District."

After hanging up the phone, Sean dialed Joseph Davis.

Joseph picked up the phone and after a short while asked Sean to wait, then hung up.

When the phone rang again, it was from an unfamiliar number, and Sean heard the voice on the other end: Old Smith.

"A guy named Old Baker called me to retrieve something," Sean said. "I remember our agreement wasn’t like this, right?"

"The one fetching the item is indeed Old Baker," Old Smith explained patiently. "But he ran into trouble a while ago—after we settled on the agreement, he went to your location and encountered a storm."

Sean was taken aback. He really hadn’t expected that.

"I see... Well, now I know. I’ll make sure he safely retrieves the item and then leaves. To compensate for his loss, I’ve decided to add a piece of meat to the arm."

"That should indeed compensate him a bit— he lost a boat, and three crew members were injured and are still in the hospital."

Sean fell silent.

If he had really been conscientious, he could have avoided such an incident.

But he had forgotten.

Damn, he shouldn’t have!

After hanging up the phone, Sean remained silent.

Cheryl Suweton, who was gently holding his arm, asked quietly:

"Dear, what’s wrong? You seem a bit unhappy."

"It’s nothing," Sean said after thinking. "I need to go back. I have some compatriots from China coming to see me about something, and I need to handle it."

"Okay, I’m a bit tired too, so I’ll go back to rest."

Cheryl, being very emotionally intelligent, sensed Sean’s preoccupation and conveniently made her exit.

The two of them took a car driven by Lincoln Harrington back to the villa. Cheryl received a call from a close friend and went to the bedroom to talk. Sean went to the tool room, took a package, placed a monster’s arm and a piece of meat within, then put them in a small suitcase, and finally, stored them in his spatial realm.

Two hours later, he received a call from Old Baker and reported the location of the villa.

Half an hour later, the villa’s doorbell rang.

Lincoln opened the college gate, and a car drove in.

Sean went to the entrance and sized up the man getting out of the car.

Old Baker was younger than Sean had imagined, only about thirty years old, though his voice had seemed closer to forty.

Perhaps it was the life at sea that had roughened his voice and coarsened his skin.

However, upon closer examination, he was quite handsome, not very tall, but one could sense the strength within him.

Sean already knew that Old Baker was not a professional in that particular line of work; he was considered an external associate. His main job was fishing, and he would lend a hand in other matters when needed.

Originally from a military family, he was certainly reliable and had married a local girl, which was why he had stayed in the area for a long time.

According to Old Smith, Old Baker had suffered significant losses. There was a policy to provide Old Baker with some financial aid once the item was brought into China, but it would definitely not cover all of his losses.

"Hello," Sean greeted Old Baker with a handshake. "Let’s go, we’ll get the item first."

"I’d rather not go in," Old Baker shook his head. "The shorter I stay here, the better."

"Alright," Sean Knight entered the Villa and retrieved a suitcase from the spatial realm, then carried it out and handed it over to Old Baker.

Old Baker didn’t open it but turned to leave.

"Wait until you come back, I’d like to make a deal with you," Sean Knight suddenly said. "About the contents of this suitcase, I’ve heard they fetch a good price on the Black Market. If you can find buyers, I’ll sell, and you get a middleman fee."

He was kind-hearted at the moment, hoping to compensate Old Baker a little.

"Domestic..." Old Baker asked.

"Don’t worry. For domestic research, there’s plenty in that suitcase," Sean Knight said with a smile. "I know what’s light and what’s heavy. We’ll definitely give the bulk to China. But we need to make our own money, right?"

Old Baker was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"I’ll contact you when I come back after the delivery."

"If you can find a route, that would be best. I won’t give away much per family, definitely no more than 100 grams..."

Old Baker weighed the suitcase in his hand. The gross weight of this suitcase was about ten kilograms, so after deducting the packaging, it’d be five or six kilograms at least, right?

He immediately smiled.

"Then it’s settled."

Old Baker left, and Sean Knight felt relieved of a burden.

The more money he made, the less concept he had of his own finances.

However, he would still weigh the people around him, the people he encountered.

Not becoming heartless was always a good thing.

Elijah Hastings and his company didn’t ask about the guest Sean Knight received, but Cheryl Suweton did inquire after making a phone call. However, Sean Knight fobbed her off with the explanation of a business partner.

Actually, he wasn’t wrong.

He believed that Old Baker definitely had the capability to contact other customers.

Cheryl Suweton said, holding Sean Knight’s arm:

"About those golden coins you salvaged, my friend wants to buy them, you see..."

"You handle it," Sean Knight chuckled. "Anyway, these things are not that precious; just sell them all."

"Okay, I got it. I’ll go and take some clearer photos now and then send them."

Cheryl had already seen what Sean Knight and his group had harvested and had taken a photo directly. In this respect, Cheryl’s connections might be even wider than Sean Knight’s—at least in Europe, she certainly knew more insiders than Sean Knight did.

With her assistance, these items would definitely be sold.

Sure enough, just three days later, two groups of people came to the Villa.

The first group was Cheryl’s close friend, who didn’t partake in adventures herself but loved to collect.

Cheryl herself was familiar with this noble’s daughter, a woman named Helen Brown, through business dealings. It was only after they had talked about their identities that they realized they both came from noble lines.

Helen’s ancestors were marquises; though this was not much talked about now, in so-called upper-class society, having such a title was still very helpful.

The two women were similar in age, Helen being somewhat fuller in figure and more flamboyantly dressed, with a keen eye that identified the gold and silver ware in the suitcase that Sean Knight and his team had brought back at a glance.

"Most of these items were used in European noble households," Helen explained. "You can tell by the crests on the back. However, most of those noble families have disappeared. There’s only this piece..."

She was holding a wine pot studded with rubies:

"The family of the original owner of this wine pot is still around, mainly dealing in red wine. If I put this in front of him, I think he’ll be very happy..."

In the end, the precious gold and silver ware in the suitcase netted Sean Knight one million eight hundred thousand Euros, which was more than he expected.

The second group was purely a middleman. Cheryl had introduced them beforehand as the broker they usually went to after their squad found treasures.

For the thousand gold coins, the other party offered a price of two million three hundred thousand Euros—higher than Sean Knight expected. Mainly because this batch of coins had historical significance, related to a king who had once been beheaded, so the price was relatively higher.

Sean Knight took out five hundred thousand Euros from the proceeds and gave it to Cheryl. Both professionally and personally, it was the right thing to do.

Cheryl accepted the money happily, laughing that this was her first broker’s income.

Sean Knight took another portion of the money and gave it to Elijah and his trio.

Three days later, he waited for Old Baker who came looking travel-worn.

The big money was here!