The destination was a small farm.
The courtyard was quite spacious, without a fence, a single-story house, a garage, and a warehouse.
Upon hearing the car, two dogs barked and ran out, barking at the pickup truck. An old, somewhat fragile, white-haired man came out from the courtyard.
Sean got out of the car, and a dog lunged to bite him. Sean instinctively raised his foot to kick, but the old man yelled out:
"Max, come back!"
The dog, still unwilling, barked at Sean once more before running back.
Sean approached and stretched out his hand with a smile:
"Mr. Downer? I was introduced by Mr. John, my name is Sean Knight."
"Hello, young man," Mr. Downer replied, petting the dog, "You're here to see my treasures, right?"
"Yes."
"Come, follow me." Mr. Downer, who must have seen many collectors, didn't say much. He led Sean to a warehouse next to the courtyard.
The warehouse appeared to be a converted garage with only a large iron door, a big padlock was hanging on it.
