Chapter 192 The Soul Seal Stone

But Wayne naturally did not dare to disobey Jason's instructions at all. He immediately came to the window and looked towards the center of the auction house.

"Five hundred thousand." A voice from the audience shouted.

"Five Thirty-Three Thousand." Another person followed closely.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand."

"Five seventy-seven thousand."

Bidding sounds followed one after another. Obviously, whether it was the sword itself or the identity and fame of the Knight of Light, the nobles below were extremely enthusiastic about this sword.

"I'll pay a million." There are microphones in front of ordinary seats. Jason's prefecture-level room is one of the most noble rooms in Oliver Auction House, and the quality of the microphone is even more impressive. Suddenly, Wayne's loud voice rang out directly in the auction hall.

"Damn, which one?" Many people looked back and saw that the bid was at least 10,000 yuan each time. This guy was so good that he shouted one million from 570,000 yuan. He really had too much money and had nowhere to spend it.

However, when everyone saw the yelling of the price came from the land-level room in the Supreme Room of the auction house, everyone shut up. Those who could sit in the land-level room were not something that they were the little nobles who could offend. If they crushed them with one finger, they would probably crush a large area of ​​them to death.

The entire auction house suddenly became quiet.

Wayne grinned proudly in the room. Since Jason said he wanted to take a photo, he would take it. He just asked for a price of one million. He was too lazy to talk to the group of little nobles below. Anyway, it was not his Wayne's money.

"One million, this gentleman bid for one million. If no one bids, the sword of light will be captured by this gentleman." The auctioneer held the sword of light and said loudly.

Generally, at this time, the auctioneer will promote again how good and valuable the auction items are. However, the other party is a person from a prefecture-level room and an auctioneer who works in the auction house all year round. Naturally, he understands how noble the other party's identity is, but he dares not do more publicity.

"One million, one hundred thousand." Just as the auctioneer was almost knocking down the hammer, a sound came from the second floor of the auction house.

"Wow!" The little nobles below all looked at the place where the bidding sound came, and they couldn't help but think in their hearts that some guy was so domineering and dared to bid.

It’s not that as long as the people in the Supreme Room bid, others can’t bid. However, there are very few spiritual masters in the light system on the mainland. Except for the spiritual masters in the light system that are useful, the sword of light is most likely to be a work of art when auctioned back. It has no practical value. It is really not worth fighting against people in the earth-level room for this little thing.

However, after seeing the bidding sound coming from the luxurious private room on the second floor, the nobles below were relieved. Those who could sit in the luxurious private room on the second floor were also extremely noble figures in the kingdom. Although they were not as noble as those in the prefecture-level room, they were not something that they were able to achieve.

"Jason, do you still need to bid?"

Wayne couldn't help but turn his gaze to Jason behind him. In his original thoughts, this million was enough, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to bid, which made Wayne hesitate. In his opinion, the value of this sword of light is not worth so much.

But after turning his head, Wayne saw Jason looking at him with an extremely idiotic look.

"If you don't want to regain your strength, then give up. Well, I won't mind." Jason said lightly.

"What?" After hearing Jason's words, Wayne's eyes suddenly widened, and his expression suddenly became extremely excited, "You mean, this sword of light is related to my recovery of strength?"

"Or what do you think?" Jason couldn't help but give Wayne a blank look and said, "There is a soul seal stone on this sword of light. With it, I am fully confident to restore your strength without worrying about what happens!"

In fact, Jason was not interested in the sword itself, and the reason why he wanted to shoot the sword was to restore Wayne's strength.

What Jason has been worried about for a long time is the trace of soul power brought by the curse of hatred, which made Jason very troubled and dared not take action easily. However, the owner of the sword that was called out before the auctioneer was Doro, the sword of Light. After Jason carefully observed the sword, Jason, who finally solved the problem, was very excited.

What Jason wanted was the gem in the middle of the sword of light - the Soul Seal Stone. The Soul Seal Stone was quite rare on the continent. The knowledge of this era also knew very little about the Soul Seal Stone. Apart from having a very small amplitude for the spiritual power of the light system, it had no other special effect, so it was basically unknown.

However, three thousand years later, when Jason was flipping through a material book, the material book also mentioned the Soul Seal Stone, and explained it very clearly. It has the characteristics of strengthening mental power in a short time and preventing the mental power from being affected by the corrosion curse. He also made special notes that a sword called Toro, the Light Knight, was inlaid with a Soul Seal Stone.

With this Soul Seal Stone, Jason can truly eliminate the curse for Wayne and restore his strength without any scruples.

"One and a half million!" As soon as Jason spoke, Wayne rushed to the microphone and roared angrily. A loud voice suddenly echoed in the hall of the auction hall, deafening.

"Damn, this isn't a sick person." Many people were buzzing by Wayne's loud voice. They covered their ears, but they didn't dare to feel disrespectful in their expressions.

"Uncle Fu, are we still bidding for auction?" In the luxurious private room that was bidding on the second floor, a little girl with a braid on her head, a round face, a rosy and fair skin, and looked like she was only in her teens, blinking and looking at an old man beside her.

The old man's face was crisscrossed, his eyes looked a little cloudy. He looked at the little girl with clear eyes but was looking forward to it. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and gestured to the guard in front of the microphone.

"One and six million!" the guard immediately spoke.

Wayne, who was originally looking forward to the auctioneer's announcement, heard the guy in the luxurious room on the second floor bid again, and he was furious. This was a big deal about whether he could recover his strength.

"Two million!" Wayne said without thinking, and then angrily cursed in front of the microphone, "Grandma, which guy is competing with me?"
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