239 Errand Boys 1 (1/2)
A young man, or perhaps, a big boy with a lean body and a height of around 5 feet and 9 inches entered the exhibition hall.
Even though he wore a nice white buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black slacks, immaturity still reeked of his body. Which maybe could have been lessened if it was not for the stupid red cap on his head.
The cap was even pulled down to hide half of his features.
It was around ten am in the morning.
The museum was quite popular hence there were already a few visitors this early.
Some of them looked over to him.
And all of these people were shocked to find the curator of the museum bowing down respectfully to the odd boy.
”Who is he?”
One of the madams in a fashionable get up whispered in a low voice to the other ladies in their forties.
Apparently, these middle-aged ladies came together to enjoy some great works of art in this reputable place.
The rest of the madams and those also near them looked at the subject of their curiosity.
The one who sated it was a staff dressed in a neat black suit with a red tie on.
”He's our museum's prized appraiser.”
”So young!” One of them exclaimed in surprise.
Another asked with a skeptical look put on.
”Are you sure someone that young is okay to trust with valuable works of arts? How can you all be sure that his appraisals are correct.”
The amiable-looking staff who was in his early thirties smiled and proudly said,
”We assure you that all of our appraisers are masters. Mr. Jones too. He only looked young. But actually, he has accomplished many feats that not even those working for thirty years in the field would be able to match.”
”Eh? Wait? Did you say Mr. Jones? The one who is said to be the chief appraiser of the B Empire's royal family? The one who has unearthed a very priceless artifact of our country just this recently? What do you call that golden boat again?”
”You are correct, it is unearthed from one of our country's island and it is made out of pure gold. Several thousand-year-old jars, sculptures, inscriptions, and earth wares are inside it, which made up almost seventy percent now of our collections. And that boat is called by him as...”
For a while the staff paused, feeling embarrassed, he coughed before continuing with a voice that was almost trailing off, ”... Boom boom boom treasure boat....”
Awkward silence took over for a while. The reason for that silence nonchalantly entered his office which was only five or so steps from the entrance.
After looking around a bit and checking that nothing got tampered in his personal space, he went to his own chair and propped up both his legs on the table.
The action was so rude and mannerless. Thankfully, only he was inside of the place since none of the curators or manager had gone in to bother him to work.
”So annoying...”
He complained, sulking after remembering what he heard from the group earlier.
He was not bothered that his qualifications as an appraiser were questioned.
He more hated that his naming sense made those people quiet.
What was wrong with naming a golden boat with that?
When he discovered it two years ago, there were some holes in it which suggested that it could have been a small battleship. That's what made him decide to register this huge artifact under that name. Those big round holes which would have no problem fitting in a few barrels.
Of course, it was weird since it was questionable if that damn boat or ship could even float in the ocean.
But he didn't care. All he cared for when he found it was that there were missing cannons on its side.
Who was the genius who stole those away, disregarding the precious items inside?
It must be someone who loved explosions just as much as he does, right?
He wondered endlessly since then. And even wanted to meet that thief in order to exchange insights and ideas about the craft of creating explosions.
Welp, back to reality.
”Leo, hello.”
A bearded man came in which prompted the big boy to stop thinking of childish and irrational thoughts.
He now looked like a kid caught doing something mischievous when he hurriedly brought down his legs on the floor and sat on his chair with straightened back.
A few seconds after, he realized his blunder again. Pale-faced he stood up and bowed down.
”Leo Jones always at your service!”
Another second later, he realized the newcomer had his left brow raised.
The young man gingerly removed the cap on his head, revealing a good looking face that would mature into the national husband type after a few more years.
The young man's countenance showed rigidness though. Like an employee caught by his employer slacking off or watching something NSFW while it was officer hours.
And he looked very wary or perhaps, mindful of the reaction of the person who just came in.