Chapter 1272

Hugh pointed at Frank as he snapped, "Who do you think you are, Frank?! Every item presented here would've been appraised by a specialist. There is no way my vase is a fake! Or perhaps you think you're better than the appraiser Mr. Pearce invited?!" "Hmph." An elderly white haired man snorted audibly from the front row. He was the appraiser Gene invited and a famous magister on the east coast. Since he appraised every auction item before it was brought on stage while he stated an estimated value, Frank's loud protest was undoubtedly a slap to his face. "Son, I'm Tet Boran of Ysalin, and everyone addresses me as a magister. I have seen that pure jade vase with my own eyes—there's no faking it! If you're trying to cause trouble, you've picked the wrong opponent!" "What?! That's Magister Boran?!" "That's Gene Pearce for you. He invited a magister!" The man in white's words left everyone in shock—the man knew his antiques and modern articles, and was himself an elite martial artist