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Messiah Silver Coin.

Wayne's face remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

[Messiah Silver Coin: A silver coin once touched by the Messiah, an essential item for the Silver Sanctuary, which can stabilize the sanctuary's energy and is equivalent to ten gold coins from the system shop]

It is far more valuable than the thirty pieces of silver that Judas earned by betraying Jesus.

One Messiah silver coin is worth ten ordinary Messiah coins.

What's most remarkable is that it can be exchanged for ten gold coins from the system store.

In other words, this Messiah Silver Coin can buy Wayne a Holy Light.

Based on valuation, it's worth at least tens of thousands of US dollars.

Of course, what appealed to Wayne the most was the ability to stabilize the energy of the sanctuary.

Although we don't know exactly what the effects will be, it certainly won't disappoint.

Moreover, among this pile of copper coins were several Messianic coins, whose actual value was practically incalculable.

Of course, this also suggests that the shop owner's great-grandfather, that scoundrel Sir George, must have done a lot of bad things at East University.

Wayne casually fiddled with the rusty coins and said nonchalantly:

"My friend, you have disappointed me greatly. I treated you as an honest businessman, but you treated me like a fool. Have I done anything to displease you?"

His voice was deep, and he had already activated the [Bard Performance] skill in an instant.

His entire demeanor was like that of a godfather from Sicily, Italy, inspiring awe and fear.

As Wayne said these words, Mike and David exchanged a glance and simultaneously put their hands into their large pockets, gripping the handles of their pistols.

As Wayne's good friend, they had gradually developed a tacit understanding, especially regarding what to do at what time.

For example, the last time Wayne spoke in this tone was when he was facing Old Joe the Bottle in the underground alley.

When preparing to kill.

Hearing Wayne's tone, Mike and David were already prepared to deal with the shop owner.

The reason doesn't matter, as long as my brother is happy.

Hearing Wayne's deep voice and feeling his calm yet imposing aura, especially when he saw the two black men put their hands in their pockets, the old shopkeeper felt his heart leap into his throat.

He was over sixty years old and had seen all sorts of people. He had experienced the horrors of the Mafia when he was young, and he was instantly intimidated by Wayne's aura.

Furthermore, since he had originally intended to use this pile of scrap metal to swindle money from a fat cow, being exposed by Wayne made him instantly feel guilty, his voice trembling slightly as he muttered:

"Sir, please accept my sincere apologies... I made a mistake. You know, because of my age... my memory is always confused... These copper coins aren't... that valuable. In the East, they are abundant, so you don't need to buy them..."

Wayne shook his head slightly, stared into the other person's eyes, and slowly said:

"I never refuse a new friend's suggestion, and since you've recommended it to me, I'm actually more interested in these copper coins..."

"However, I also know that, for example, a copper coin like this one covered in rust... well, a Song Dynasty copper coin, would cost about twenty cents in the East, while this one, a Qing Dynasty copper coin, would be worth about a dollar."

"I want all these copper coins. Name your price, my friend. I hope you can be an honest man."

Upon hearing this, the old shopkeeper immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He instantly realized that he had met an absolute expert.

He can't be easily fooled.

He took a deep breath, gave a wry smile, and said:

"Sir, you should also understand that these things came from the East at a cost, so they can't be calculated using the prices in the Eastern market..."

Upon meeting the other person's calm gaze, the shop owner immediately swallowed back what he was about to say, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Since you like it, then... all the copper coins together, eight hundred US dollars..."

Wayne shook his head and said in an unquestionable voice:

"Five hundred dollars."

The shop owner looked bitter and sighed, saying:

"Alright, sir, since this is our first transaction, consider it a gift..."

These items had been sitting in the shop for a long time, so they had practically no cost to them. Besides, they were just ordinary copper coins, so he wouldn't be losing money on five hundred coins.

Unexpectedly, Wayne gestured with his chin toward the brocade, then said in an unquestionable voice:

"And these too."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner trembled. Even though he had been suppressed by Wayne's imposing aura, he instantly bristled and shouted:

"My God! This is impossible! Sir, this is robbery! This is my great-grandfather's glory, a piece of history. I didn't sell it even when someone offered me 20,000 dollars..."

Wayne's voice remained calm as he slowly spoke:

"Glory? Glory of killing and robbing in the East? This is the wedding dress of an Eastern bride, stained with dried blood. Your great-grandfather was nothing but a bandit, a murderer. Mr. Roger George."

Upon hearing the other party accurately state his name, the shop owner's eyes widened in astonishment.

As they were talking, Wayne gave him a look, and David quickly took out his phone to take pictures and videos of the items.

Wayne continued:

"This shop makes money off tourists from the East. If the origin of this item is posted online, will your shop still be able to stay in business? A robber, the descendant of a murderer... I think those gangsters from the East would also be interested in you."

Before the other person could think, Wayne tossed the bag of things Mike had bought earlier onto the counter and said:

"Also, these items are not what I need, I want to return them."

Shop owner Roger could no longer contain himself and shouted:

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I hope you've thought this through. This is a tourist area, a harbor area! There are police patrolling the streets outside. Even if you manage to take your things, you won't get far!"

At this point, his eyes suddenly hardened, he straightened up, and quickly said:

"Please leave quickly, sir. I have already pressed the alarm button. The police will be here soon. Welcome to the tourist area."

Wayne remained calm and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"So, what will the police investigate when they arrive? Those child pornography videos on your computer? Roger, Roger, you've disappointed me."

Roger George, born into a family of orc bandits, makes a living by selling counterfeit artifacts. He is moderately addicted to enhancement drugs, obsessed with child pornography, and has a large collection of it on his information terminal.

Roger, who had suddenly become defiant, was struck dumb. He jolted awake, his eyes widened, his face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a demon, and he muttered to himself:

"You devil...you are a devil..."

Under the federal Child Pornography Prevention Act, possession of child pornography of any length carries a sentence of 5 to 20 years for a first offense, with Washington state adding a 10-year penalty of electronic ankle monitoring.

Furthermore, the National Cybercrime Task Force (NWCCTF) is based in Seattle and boasts leading digital forensics technology in the United States.

The United States has extremely strict penalties for child pornography—at least for ordinary people.

But Roger George wasn't some powerful figure, nor was he in Epstein's circle. Once those things were exposed, he would be completely finished.

Before she could even ponder how the man in front of her knew so much, the wind chimes by the door jingled softly, and two fully armed police officers pushed the door open and entered.

Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Advanced 28% + 2%).