Knowing that this time it would not be so peaceful, Owen looked at the two people sitting opposite him speechlessly.
Although the other party tried his best to hide his nervousness, he was still too young and didn't even notice that the weapon was pushing up the black robe. At this level, he didn't know where he got the invitation. He must have stolen it from his parents.
If it were true, that would be fun.
Not only Owen, but also Count Dekra saw that there was something wrong with the two of them.
But neither of them meant to meddle in other people's business. They attended the secret auction this time just to pass the boring time. It made no difference to them whether they wanted to buy something seriously or watch someone make a big fuss at the auction.
It's just that the secret auction has existed for so many years. There are a lot of people making trouble, but not many can survive. Seeing the other party's guilty look before taking action, I'm afraid the fun won't last too long, because they don't know the other party.
If you are an adventurer who doesn't know the origins of the world, I'm afraid it's a pill. If you have some background, you will have to wait for the other person's parents to pay for the ransom.
The four of them were silent all the way. When the car door opened, they realized they had arrived.
The secret auction was held not in a dark and damp underground, nor in a dilapidated warehouse, but in a nobleman's rather respectable castle.
We chose to hold it in the castle mainly because the secret of the auction was only for ordinary people, and most nobles and a small number of gentry and knights knew about it.
For the big nobles, even the organizers are very clear, because they are shareholders, otherwise you would think that they are blind and let people make a lot of money in their sphere of influence.
However, there should still be some cover-up. For example, the owner of this castle is currently taking his family out for fun, and apparently has no idea about the secret auction.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is a reasonable alibi.
The real situation is that the owner of the castle will receive a few percent of the profit from the entire auction as a reward for lending the castle to a secret auction. This is not a small number.
Ignoring the two people who got out of the car and hurriedly got into the crowd, Owen looked around carefully. It was his first time here, so he was naturally curious.
Unfortunately, just as Count Dekra said before, the level of the secret auction in front of him is really not high. There are stalls in the open space of the castle, and the level is suddenly lowered. But for Owen, who is here for the first time, it is still
There is a lot to see.
Seeing that Owen was interested in these things, Earl Declara was afraid that he would be too embarrassed to let go, so he said hello and left, waiting for the auction to start again.
After Count Declara left, Owen started walking in the open space of the castle with his hands behind his back.
Even if they set up a stall, the things here are not cheap, they just don't qualify for auction, but ordinary people can't afford these things, so they paid money to the secret auction to set up a stall here and look for customers.
Owen looked around and saw that most of them were magic items and materials, some were used to protect oneself and kill enemies, and more were used to increase charm or daily necessities. For example, he saw a stall owner holding a metal piece slightly larger than a ring.
I asked a customer whose black robe could not cover his protruding belly to introduce the magical enchanting ability of the circle, such as increasing its hardness, increasing wear resistance, and elongating and enlarging it.
The customer mentioned was a little tempted, but because of the price and doubts about the effect, he didn't pay immediately.
The stall owner immediately took out his trump card. He took out a wilted mushroom from his pocket and waved it in front of the customer. The customer's eyes were on fire and he almost hit him. After all, it's not easy to hit someone.
Slapping someone in the face or calling him names without revealing his shortcomings not only implies that he is weak, but also calls him short-sighted. That man can bear it.
The stall owner must have had some experience, so he hurriedly put a metal ring on the mushrooms. Not only did the enoki mushrooms turn into comatus drumsticks, but they were also hard, and when they banged the palms of their hands, they suddenly lost their temper and decided to pay.
Owen was not the only one who saw this scene, so soon the stall owner was surrounded by a group of men in black robes. They probably had something to hide, and some of them were women. They were not multiple parts, but for other people.
I bought it from a guy who really had good intentions.
In addition to this kind of magic props, there are also things like love potions that are selling well. They sell a lot of them in a short time, and the transaction volume is around hundreds of gold coins.
Owen wasn't interested in any of this, it was all left over from his fun, so he continued to move forward.
The front is the area where slaves are sold, but there are no wooden cages or iron ropes. After all, the customers here are all people with status, and safety is the most important issue. By displaying these things, doesn't it make it clear that your slaves are not safe?
Instead, there are small stages. Young and beautiful slaves of all races, regardless of gender, stand on the stage one by one, trying to show their worth, twisting and shaking their hips, trying to be taken away.
But with Owen's eyesight, he immediately saw the problem.
These slaves have obviously had plastic surgery, and they have also been sprayed with something similar to a love potion. With the special lighting around the stage, they completely show their most attractive side. If they are not strong-willed, they can easily be tempted.
Money to buy.
It's just that after the effect of the medicine wears off, the situation will be similar to turning off the beauty. Although I won't have to carry the carriage and run away all night, I will probably be nauseated. After all, without the influence of the medicine, my improved appearance and figure will be very good.
It's easy to see the problem.
This has nothing to do with Owen. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. As for the origin of these slaves, he does not care and cannot care about them. After all, even if he becomes the emperor, the situation will not be much better, so he just takes a look and does not care.
not talking.
After an unknown amount of time, the stalls in the open space began to evacuate, and the gate of the castle was opened. It was obvious that the real auction had begun.
A man who looked like a mage, escorted by several black knights, stood in front of the door and began to check the invitation.
This is not done to prevent undercover agents from sneaking in, but to verify identity.
Only those with status can have money, and only those with money can participate in the auction. Otherwise, a stupid person with no money sneaks in and pretends to be a big boss. As a result, he can't get the money out of the auction. Even if he is killed at this time, the auction will not be able to recover the loss.
The money is fine, but the key is that it affects credibility too much, so a mage is responsible for checking the invitations.
Owen was originally not qualified to receive the invitation, but Count Dekra was responsible for guaranteeing it, so not only did he receive it, he was also placed in the front row near the auction table.
As soon as Owen sat down, Count Dekra came over with a wine glass. Apparently he had met someone he knew before, but compared to those casual acquaintances, Owen was more important, so as soon as he saw him, he came over.
After a while, the surrounding lights gradually went out, leaving only a beam of light on the auction stage, and the auctioneer in charge of the auction also walked onto the stage wearing a mask to preside over the next auction.