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Chapter 335: The Ruler of the Deep Sea

Chateaune Port in Dreams, dock area.

The terrain here is completely different from that in reality.

As soon as he got off the carriage, Aaron saw that the original building had been flattened, leaving only a huge black ship near the dock. Half of it had been broken, and the remaining half was leaning on the dock, forming the main body of the 'Shipwreck' auction house.

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Broken, weird...

At the break, there were two rows of handsome young men and women wearing white shirts and black vests...like attendants at an auction house.

Aaron straightened his clothes and found that the 'evil spirit' was like a living person here, so he didn't take it seriously and walked over directly.

Behind him, the coachman bowed respectfully to see him off, and Raya waved her little hand.

Aaron came to the entrance of the auction house and saw a beautiful maid with her hands on her lower abdomen and a gentle salute: "The shipwreck welcomes you, distinguished guest!"

Her eyes were dull, but her face was pretty and every move she made was quite polite.

Aaron even felt that the other person looked familiar. He seemed to have seen the other person in the local newspaper. He should be a socialite from a certain noble family.

But now, after being pulled into the dream, she can only become a maid involuntarily.

He showed the invitation letter in his hand without any expression, and was invited to enter the auction house, which was the half of the ship.

Tread!

The decaying decks, the walls covered with algae and shells, and the ominous and terrifying spirituality contained within...

'The atmosphere of this auction house is quite good.'

Aaron gave a thumbs up in his heart and followed the maid through the short corridor to a certain cabin.

This was originally supposed to be a cabin or gathering place for a certain crew member. The area was not small, but now it was arranged like an auction table.

There are still large holes in the wooden boards of the wall behind the auction table, and a scrapped and rusty anchor hangs next to it.

Around the auction table, a dozen chairs with missing arms and legs were sparsely placed, giving people the feeling of a pirates' spoils-sharing convention.

Aaron was actually the first one. He chose a seat to the side and sat down casually.

The maid bowed back with a smile, and soon brought out a tray with a seafood platter and thick soup.

Aaron picked up the rusty spoon and stirred it in the soup basin, and immediately picked up an eyeball with blood-red tentacles.

He put down his spoon and asked calmly: "What items does your auction house have today?"

"Dear guests, the 'Shipwreck' auction house is committed to salvaging treasures buried in the deep sea. Our auction today includes ancient spiritual relics, shipwreck documents, and the finale - the 'Dama' statue!"

"'Da Mo'?"

Aaron asked curiously.

"Yes, 'Da Mo' is the ruler of the deep sea, the king of countless giant sea monsters... At the same time, he is also the most beloved son of 'The Rancher', and the most perfect work..." The maid said with a look of admiration on her face.

He said something and then stopped talking.

'It turns out that it was the rancher who was responsible.'

Aaron had already realized something.

Among many Si Sui, the 'Rancher' who is in charge of June is a more evil, depraved and chaotic existence than the 'Corona of the Fallen'.

He likes to graze creatures, and in some religious texts, the earthly world is the pasture of ‘ranchers’.

He put many strange creatures into the world to raise, grow, reproduce, and harvest...

Once upon a time, the ‘alienated offspring’ He sent caused a disaster that destroyed a city.

'If Xia Donen's abnormality is not controlled and continues to develop until June... it will cause a terrible disaster. At least everyone in this city will not be able to escape?'

Aaron sighed secretly: "Deep sea?"

For today's continental countries, the depths of the dark sea are a place they cannot reach.

The magical creatures on land may be hunted in various ways to prevent their reproduction and control them to a certain extent.

And what should we do in the deep sea?

The 'rancher' should also have the authority over mutation, evolution, etc. If the ocean is used as a testing ground, how many terrifying sea beasts will be bred over the past thousand years?

'Inves spent a lot of money to finally open up a route to South Indonesia, and then there was no news about other new routes... I originally thought that the navigators of this era were too useless, but now it seems,

It's a bit wrong to blame them.'

‘With Ingves’s national power, it would be very difficult to maintain even a new route, right?’

While Aaron was deep in thought, two more groups of people entered the auction house.

One of the groups was headed by a tall woman. She wore mechanical punk-style clothing and eyeshadow, giving her a very unique look.

More importantly, Aaron moved his throat unconsciously and smelled the sweet aroma of food.

'A 'Mechanical Mentor'? Is it the Brotherhood of Craftsmen, or the lamp-bearer of the Sunset School?'

The other group of people were wearing uniforms, but they were not secret police officers from the Bureau of Investigation, but agents from the Military Intelligence Service.

Both parties seemed to know something about this place. After arriving, they sat quietly, looking at each other with a scrutinizing gaze at most, but did not make any move.

After another ten minutes, more extraordinary people arrived one after another.

Some of them did not conceal their identities, while others huddled under dark cloaks, filling the small cabin.

Finally, along with countless strange howls from the deep sea, Aaron suddenly felt a dark spiritual surge.

Gulu! Gulu!

The cabin of this ship seemed to be filled with countless seawater at once, and the void seemed to turn into the seabed, and the light twisted and wavered.

The strange thing is that no one present felt stuffy, and it seemed that everyone could breathe freely underwater.

Snap!

At some point, a man in black robes stood on the auction stage, stretched out a rotten octopus tentacle from under his robe, rolled up the auction hammer, and made a crisp knock.

Behind it, a dozen male and female servants stood in a row, all holding different trays in their hands.

At this time, the maid who had led Aaron in before took a step forward, lifted up the silk cloth on the tray, and introduced in a sweet voice: "Auction item No. 1, a fragment of a ship's bow from a sunken ship during the Fabry period!"

"We only accept spirituality here. Once the guest's spirituality is exhausted, we will extract your 'dream'!"



Aaron listened quietly to the introduction, scanned the fragments of the ship's bow, and found that it was a dark, heavy piece of wood. After time, the original appearance could no longer be seen clearly, but the certain historical atmosphere contained in it was definitely "secret" and extraordinary.

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The onlookers were silent for a moment, and finally someone made a bid.

A one-eyed man dressed as a pirate and using a wooden leg as his right foot stood up and showed his yellowed teeth: "I'll give you 10 tenna!"


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