With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Seventeen was bouncing around in her mind.

"Hurry, hurry, host, I can't wait!"

"What their family loves to collect most are bronze artifacts from China."

"We have to send it tonight!"

Jiang Zhiyu put down the teacup on the table.

"That's true. They're the first family that's ever hunted me down since I transmigrated here."

"I didn't expect our connection to be so deep. Location: Henry Family Estate."

"Alright, host."

....................................

When he opened his eyes again, he and his system were already standing outside the wrought iron gate of a manor.

The moonlight was pale. The manor was quite large, and the main building was a three-story Victorian-style structure with ivy climbing the exterior walls, neatly trimmed as if it had been cut directly from a 19th-century oil painting.

Jiang Zhiyu spread her spiritual energy, silently drifting over the top of the manor.

There weren't many people, and the security wasn't great either. Maybe they sent out too many people tonight?

However, what's interesting is the bedroom on the third floor.

Jiang Zhiyu's mental energy circled the room once, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

"Host, he's the only one sleeping on this entire floor; the rest are all his collections?"

"Yes."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"This patriarch is different from others."

"Other people at least put their collections in basements, vaults, or secret rooms, but he went and turned his bedroom into an exhibition hall."

"It seems he really likes it, so much so that he even sleeps with his ancestors' things under his pillow."

When she reappeared, she was already standing in the bedroom.

The house is indeed quite large.

One wall is lined with European-style wall cabinets, each shelf displaying different collectibles. Against the wall are several sets of carved glass display cases, filled with bronze artifacts of all sizes and heights, neatly arranged like a small museum. Several oil paintings hang on the wall, their gilded frames revealing their considerable age even in the dim lighting. Opposite the bed is a row of display shelves, filled with ivory carvings, porcelain, silverware, and all sorts of miscellaneous antiques.

In the very center was a large four-poster bed with extremely long curtains, and lying on the bed was the current head of the Henry family.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him.

Seventeen.

"Understood, host."

Grayish-white powder floated out from Seventeen's body and silently landed on the old gentleman's mouth and nose.

Jiang Zhiyu then turned around and began to openly look around the bedroom.

European royal style.

The bronze artifacts on the table matched the overall style of the room's decor perfectly.

It doesn't feel out of place or steal the spotlight; instead, it elevates the overall style of the room.

This person really loves bronzes.

Jiang Zhiyu walked around the display cabinet, her lips gradually curving upwards.

"Then I won't be polite."

She reached out, her fingertips touching an oil painting hanging on the wall, and the entire painting, along with its gilded frame, vanished.

Then there's the ivory carving in the corner, the silver candlesticks in the glass cabinet, and the neatly arranged trinkets in the display case.

She didn't choose.

I'll take everything that's displayed here.

She slowed her pace as she approached the glass display case.

The bronze artifacts here were indeed carefully collected.

There was a small tripod, simple in shape, with mottled verdigris, showing its age. There was a wine cup, with three slender legs and a sharp spout, exquisitely crafted. There was a bronze mirror, with continuous arc patterns carved on the back and polished to a high shine on the front. There were also several other miscellaneous items that she couldn't name, with peculiar shapes, clearly collected from various places.

This old patriarch, putting aside everything else, certainly has a keen eye for talent.

Jiang Zhiyu collected the items one by one, without even opening the cabinet door. With a wave of her hand, the items inside disappeared one by one.

"This patriarch is truly obsessed with bronze artifacts."

Seventeen sighed in her mind.

"There were very few gold and silver items displayed; the most eye-catching things in the room were all bronze."

"Started as pirates, passed down through generations through collecting—a legacy passed down through generations."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply and continued walking forward.

Walking to a corner of the bedroom, there was a mahogany desk. Several documents were spread out on the desk, and next to it was a bronze incense burner with half a stick of incense still burning inside.

Seventeen Blue Crystal flashed, and a moment later, Seventeen's voice rang out again, his tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Host, I've finished scanning."

"This family is far from being as glamorous as it appears on the surface."

"Starting a year ago, we encountered major cash flow problems. Our businesses were shrinking, the managers of our overseas locations were bringing back staff, and we even laid off a number of employees."

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow.

"That's why..."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Unfortunately, he underestimated me; his plan tonight has backfired spectacularly."

"Yes."

Seventeenth strike.

"And this patriarch will have to break again tonight."

"Because everything in his bedroom belongs to us now."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, didn't reply, and continued walking forward.

She took everything she could from the bedroom, even the silver candlestick by the bedside.

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the desk and put the remaining documents into her spatial storage.

How has the European economy been these past two years?

"Not good."

Seventeen answered truthfully.

"On the surface, it still looks like the old-fashioned aristocracy, with tea parties, horse races, and estate banquets—nothing is missing."

"In reality, the foundation has long been hollowed out."

"It has the name but not the substance."

"That's why those veteran collectors were all so panicked at tonight's auction."

"The museum was completely emptied out; they were on edge all day."

"No one can guarantee that their family's collection won't suddenly disappear one day."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"If this family head gets into trouble again tonight, the entire high society will be in an uproar tomorrow."

"right."

Seventeen flapped its wings.

"Now that the Henry family's main residence has been raided again, once the news gets out, other veteran collectors will think: If even the Henry family couldn't protect their possessions, how can my family do so?"

"At the auction, there will only be more people eager to cash out."

"And the price will be driven down to an extremely low level."

Jiang Zhiyu slowly exhaled.

"Then let's wait and see at tomorrow's auction. If someone brings out more Chinese antiques, we'll buy them and bring our national treasures home."

"Okay, host."

Seventeen blue crystals flashed, as if remembering something else.

"However, host, I've gone through all the files just now, but I haven't found any clues about the snake-patterned mask, nor have I sensed any energy fluctuations."

"The collection on this floor consists entirely of ordinary bronze artifacts; not a single piece possesses any special energy."

"The mask isn't here."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, not surprised.

"That was expected."

"Collectors of the Henry family's caliber don't keep their truly valuable items in their bedrooms; this is just where they keep their prized possessions."

"He must have another hiding place, or perhaps the snake-skin mask isn't even in the Henry family's possession."

"So, what's our next step?"

"Retreat first."

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the window, pushed it open, and the night breeze carried the scent of ivy leaves in.

"Today's harvest has been quite substantial."

"The auction tomorrow is the main event."

"The news of the Henry family's series of misfortunes will spread throughout the entire British Empire by tomorrow morning."

"Those veteran collectors won't be able to sit still tomorrow; we can just wait and see."

"Alright, host."

Seventeen spread its wings, and the blue crystal flashed.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced back at the mostly empty bedroom and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

With a sway, he disappeared into the night outside the window.