Chapter 1579: The Mark of the Nibelung
Thirty minutes before the storm.
The salvage work was in full swing, with clear skies overhead, and the sun shining on the heavily hoisted containers on the deck caused a faint white glow from the water damage.
Barbarossa wore sunglasses and took the three men behind him to visit on the salvage boat. The frogmen fished out the cultural relics and antiques that were marked and sealed one by one, and put them on the deck with waterproof tape. In the designated area, although it is busy, it is not chaotic at all, and everything is carried out in an orderly manner.
"Mr. Barbarossa, even if you don't want to be a pirate one day, maybe you can find an administrative job and you can shine." August admired this kind of efficiency and gave this red-bearded answer. Pirates are highly rated.
"I have no interest in working under others. Administration is to serve others, and I only serve myself. There is an essential difference between the two." Barbarossa shook his finger and declined Auguste's offer. proposal.
"Is there a difference in subjective initiative? As long as it is for yourself, no matter how big the difficulty is, you can overcome it." Prince Abdul understood Barbarossa's thoughts.
"Is this the remaining silver coins for the sinners?" Nakhimov suddenly stopped in front of a cultural relic and squatted down. It was a copper box with very fine workmanship. The Hebrew words engraved on it meant... Yes: It's too late! It's too late! , those were Judas’ last words when he hanged himself in despair on the outskirts of Jerusalem, paying for his betrayal with the price of blood.
"30 silver coins, this is the first cultural relic that attracted you here. Now it's up to you to give it its due value again. It's very ceremonial, isn't it?" Barbarossa also squatted down and opened it. That copper box.
Nakhimov and others took out the silver coin that Barbarossa had given them as proof in advance, and then threw it back into the copper box. The thirty silver coins were now complete, and its value returned to Reached the top.
"To purchase these 30 silver coins for US$66.66 million, should we say that devout Christians will always be the most loyal customers?" Nakhimov said this sentence with a big tongue and a rather ironic accent. , there is a strong disdain for feudal superstition in the revolutionary zone with a sickle and a hammer.
"Mr. Nakhimov, please don't underestimate certain faiths. There is a reason why Christianity exists as one of the largest faiths in the world." Barbarossa reached out and picked up the silver coins. , looking at them turning over in their hands, joked, "It seems that many people believe that these thirty silver coins really contain unexpected power. They believe that these silver coins can be used to 'atone for sins' and carry their sins to the world." Put your pain on someone else's scale."
"What are these, a magical version of indulgences? But each one is worth $2,222,000?" Prince Abdul said, his tone slightly dismissive, because of the widespread disbelief in Jesus in their area.
"Many cultural relics and antiques themselves do not have much value and can be imitated or even surpassed with modern technology, but what the rich really value is their own stories and cultural value." August said.
"Mr. August is right." Barbarossa carefully placed the silver coins in their places to avoid adding scratches that would affect their value. He covered the copper box that was resistant to seawater corrosion and swept it to the deck where it was placed according to markings. A kind of cultural relics and antiques said, "Every cultural relic here has its own story, and our customers pay for these stories. Isn't this the real meaning of the so-called cultural relics and antiques?"
"The strength of the Wittelsbach family is indeed unfathomable. They can actually get something like this. Is this what I thought it was?" Abdul bent down not far away and looked at the deck carefully. It was a piece of human storage. Under the sunlight, the items in the bulletproof glass cabinet were still full of evil nature.
Several people leaned over and took a look at the cultural relics in the glass cabinet, and found that it was a dry claw. It looked sharp and slender and did not look like a human skeleton. There was also some dark brown hair covering the surface, and the overall appearance was... A natural bending action, as if trying to hold something, the three fingers from the left reach forward, and the last two tail fingers are slightly bent.
"Ah, monkey's paw, the cultural relics unearthed from ancient Indian ruins, the image and background are very similar to the magical props in the thriller short story by folklore novelist Jacobs. It is said that it can realize the three wishes of the user. Just be careful, your wish may come true in ways you don't expect." Barbarossa patted the glass case.
"Are all these antiques here so interesting?" August asked, looking at the monkey's paw in the glass cabinet.
"Most of them are strange and weird things. Porcelain glazes and oil paintings are rare. However, if it is just ordinary porcelain and paintings, the value of this ship's goods will actually depreciate. The things that really rich people want are extremely rare. "So it usually looks weird." He took a few steps forward and glanced at the introduction of salvaged cultural relics displayed in the area marked with waterproof tape.
"The Saint's Shroud. I heard that after being wrapped around the body for a long time, it can purify the blood and make it look younger. I think some princesses from the Arabian royal family would be happy to give it a try?"
"King Arthur's Holy Grail is the cup used by Jesus during the Last Supper in Christian legend. Drinking the wine that naturally rises from it can prolong your life. By the way, I have never seen any wine in this empty cup."
'Dracula's amulet is said to be an amulet that can suppress vampires' thirst for blood and desire for human flesh, but only if there are really vampires in this world, but the Vatican seems to be willing to pay a big price to buy this thing. Maybe they really believe this There must be monsters in the world that eat human flesh and drink human blood. "
"Cassandra's necklace. In Greek mythology, the Trojan princess Cassandra was cursed for rejecting Apollo. Her prophecies would never be believed. Her necklace symbolizes this curse. It is said that people who wear this necklace It will have super powers similar to hypnosis. Well, if this ability is real, maybe I won’t consider selling it.”
"The ring of Gyges. In ancient Greek stories, this ring can make the wearer invisible, symbolizing the test of power and morality. Likewise, if it is true, I will not sell it."
Barbarossa was indeed a good lobbyist, and he also knew a lot about the goods he wanted to sell. Over the past two years, he had dived countless times to take a lot of photos of these salvaged cultural relics, and he alone posted the details of all the cultural relics online. The information and background stories are all collected in place, highlighting the rigor. If such a pirate fails to succeed, then who else is worthy enough to succeed?
"In addition, there are some oil paintings and porcelain, which I don't need to highlight. They are all very niche and not masterpieces by everyone, but there are always people who are willing to spend money to buy them." Barbarossa said.
"How long will it take to complete the salvage?" Nakhimov asked as he walked to the side of the salvage ship and looked at the speedboat parked on the sea.
"Two to three hours, the weather is very good today, and the salvage work is expected to go smoothly." Barbarossa replied, his mood was visibly happy, there is nothing better than everything going according to plan. .
When he walked to the side of the boat, a staff member wearing a yellow vest and a hard hat happened to pass by in a hurry with his head lowered. The two almost bumped into each other, but Barbarossa quickly reacted and stepped back half a step to help him. The other party patted his back gently, grinned and waved his hand to indicate that he should not care and just go about his business.
"We have all the people waiting for the goods at the port. As soon as the goods arrive, they can be sold immediately." August also walked to the side of the ship. "The managers and accountants at the Swiss Bank are also ready online. The procedures for large-amount capital flows are all under control.”
When several people were looking at the salvage scene with relaxation and pleasure, no one noticed that behind them, the staff member who had just passed Barbarossa on the deck did not enter the cargo hold, but turned around. I turned around and walked to a container that was salvaged by a crane arm and hid it in a blind spot where the sun couldn't shine.
The staff member took off his safety helmet and revealed his blond hair. It was Mandy Gonzalez. She glanced at the men beside the boat who were sighing at how beautiful the country was and counting the famous people. She tilted her head slightly. He tilted his head and lowered his head to play with the satellite phone that passed by him just now.
"It's not like everything is in your plan. Plans can never keep up with changes." Mandy muttered in a low voice as if teasing, then quickly punched a number on the satellite phone with her thumb. After a long wait, the call was answered.
"Hello?" A woman's voice came from the other side.
"What should I do next?" Mandy asked straight to the point, "I followed the pirate to the location of the shipwreck as you said."
There was silence for a moment, and then a sigh came, "Mandy, there is really no need for you to swim in this muddy water. Someone will solve this matter."
"There's nothing I can do. I won't give up easily if I have the opportunity to rip off the emperor, and I deserve it. I help you with things, and you have to help me occasionally, right?" Mandy said. Heeding the advice, "Tell me, what should I do next to reach Atlantis? Wonderpus is still crying in the Nibelungs, waiting for me to save her!"
"The Nibelungs once only opened their doors to those who made the promise, but as time went by, those who made the promise died and fell into deep sleep, and not many could return home, which also led to the conditions for entry. It will be slightly broader. You only need to hold an item with the Nibelung mark, and use it as a key to sacrifice to the sea, summoning the induction of the Nibelung master, and you can successfully open Atlantis. the door.”
"But where can I find anything with the Nibelung mark?" Mandy asked in confusion.
"No need." The woman on the other end of the phone said, "Don't you have a Promised Man there? As long as she stays near the Nibelungs for a long time, she will naturally attract the Nibelungs. , the door will naturally open.”
"The Promised One? Who?" Mandy was stunned.
"Anna A. Campbell, that girl, she has the stamp of the Nibelungs on her, didn't you notice?"
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