The auction is coming to an end, and there seems to be a little commotion among the familiars. The little goblin of Crounpis is playing "wrestling" with the unknown magician's sparrow familiar.
Then the most important moment for Jack came, and the last cylinder containing the eighth magic eye was finally placed on the stage.
"So, at the end - it's the highlight of today. Gem level, the Magic Eye of Petrification." The host even bowed to the Magic Eye, his voice trembling with excitement, "This is the second time this train has been handled in history.
The gem-level magic eye has to be said to be extremely lucky for everyone present at this moment."
Even the host is respectful and excited about the products, which makes the enthusiasm and obsession heat up in this carriage.
"It is worth noting that after identification, it was summoned from the inside through a spiritual ceremony and completely materialized on the outside. It belongs to the magic eye of Medusa in Greek mythology. Of course, even if this type of magic eye, we
There is also ample transplantation technology.”
"My master can't do this kind of transplant~" the little elf immediately hinted to Jack with his eyes. He really didn't know how to transplant the eyes on the snake's hair.
It was completely silent. At this level, it was already something that ordinary first-class magicians could not afford even if they lost all their money. Even the clock tower was rarely collected, and most people did not intend to take action.
"The starting price is," the host paused, "$100 million."
One hundred million is just the starting price.
"One hundred million... uh bang!" The sparrow familiar who was just about to bid and "wrestled" with the little goblin was strangled to death by the little goblin.
"One hundred and ten million!" the little goblin shouted.
Those who want to take action are all big guys, so it would not be surprising if a fight breaks out. The Magic Eye Train is used to this, but if there are magicians who want to fight, just ask you to go out and fight.
The reduction of familiars gave those planning to bid a sigh of relief - there was one less opponent.
"One hundred and twenty million!" A representative sent by a certain monarch called out the price.
"One hundred and thirty million!" Yvette also started to join.
"Twenty million!" Jack held up the sign.
"No, no, no, little brother, are you kidding me?" Yvette blinked at Jack to hide her panic.
"I'm going to make a decision, even if you act cute, it's useless." Jack said calmly.
"Okay, please don't worry about it and continue with the auction." The host urged.
"Two hundred and ten million." The monarch's representative bid again.
"Two hundred and thirty million." Yvette followed up.
"Two hundred and fifty million!"
"Two hundred and eighty million!"
Jack and the little goblin took turns raising prices in an attempt to force out other competitors. After all, they were "selling" themselves. Except for the commission, the rest of the money was left to the right.
There was an owl familiar that raised its talons, as if trying to catch a goblin, but the goblin raised its hand and fired a light bullet, smashing it to pieces. It gave people the impression of "is this familiar a fighting type?" No one was planning on it.
Do unnecessary things.
Yvette put down the sign, looked like she couldn't help but find a handkerchief, put it in her mouth and bit it. Then she started to make a phone call.
"Two hundred and seventy million!" The representative of the monarch is still bidding. Indeed, if he were a monarch, he would be willing to spend several hundred million to buy things from the fantasy species, even if he doesn't use them, he would be willing to use them for research or decoration.
"Three hundred million."
"Three hundred and thirty million."
"Three hundred and fifty million."
The goblin, Jack, and the monarch representatives once again took turns bidding.
The little goblin looked at the representative of the monarch with a murderous look in his eyes, thinking: "How dare you hinder the master like this? If you dare to follow up after twice as many times, I will stop playing. Just kill him when he gets off the car. But that will
Since they can’t get the train’s transplant, can they be forced to do it by asking the master to hijack the train? I don’t know! It’s so confusing, but the master has given me full authority to do the task (Crownpis is just too lazy to do it)
This is just a 'trivial purchase'), if I ask the master for help, wouldn't I be useless?"
Just when the little goblin put down his pride in summoning monsters and planned to ask his master for help——
"Four hundred million."
This sudden price increase was too high, and there was silence for a while. Unexpectedly, it was Yvette who had left the show.
The monarch's representative put down the sign.
Yvette breathed a sigh of relief, moved her hips, forced herself to pat Jack playfully, and whispered: "Let me tell you, you and that familiar are in the same group, right? Is that okay? You just have a pair of eyes."
After taking the previous magic eye, you can only transplant one more eye at most. How about one per person now? How about 400 million, divided equally? As compensation, how about giving you another artificial Noble Color produced by our family?
?If you can’t believe it, you can prepare a self-compulsory certificate.”
This is equivalent to Yvette's willingness to spend 200 million and an artificial Noble Color to buy a Medusa's magic eye.
Jack's purpose was to press the Demonic Eye of Enforcement and the Demonic Eye of Petrification into his left and right eye sockets respectively, so there was no objection.
At this time, Crounpis was lying on the roof of the car, holding the back of his head in his hands and shaking his legs.
After a while, she received a message from the goblin asking if she agreed to Yvette's proposal. Anyway, it was not her own eyes that were being lost, but Jack was the one who was trading, so she agreed casually.
After a while, she turned over and jumped up, standing on the roof of the car with her arms akimbo, stamping her feet, and looking into the distance: "Shouldn't it be a royal plot to kill a robbery force at this time? I heard Francesca kindly say that it happened.
You did it! You were cheated?! Get out of here!"
A flock of flying birds appeared in the distance.
"Boom~" On the roof of the next car, a purple-haired woman in a medieval-style Gothic dress fell down from nowhere.
"Ah haha, you were actually discovered. Have you become stronger or has the 'me' in your 'dream' underestimated you?" Francesca covered her mouth and laughed.
"No, I just yelled casually." Crounpis would say this in front of her compatriots, but she would never say it in front of the Happy Girl.
"Well, how did things go?" To Francesca, of course, Crownpis had to pretend. Since she showed up, something must have been done.
"I investigated the Holy Grail War and found out some interesting things about Ainsworth." Francesca said, "Darius, the leader of the generation, may be the same person, for the same thing.
In fact, after a long period of time, what I was researching was how to harness the power of heroic spirits to obtain the universal wishing machine. It was not about summoning but harnessing it."
"It's a lot more difficult this way," Crounpis mentioned.
Francesca: "Haha, didn't you notice, little idiot? What I said was 'harness the power of the heroic spirits to get the universal wishing machine', not 'use the heroic spirit killing ritual to fill the Holy Grail'."
Crounpis: "...I understand, thank you for the tip. It refers to the heroic spirit or Noble Phantasm that wants to have the ability of the universal wishing machine."