The morning light dissipated the white fog, water vapor gathered in bunches among the petals, the wings of the birds stretched against the wind, and Aogu City ushered in a new day.
Today's Aogu City seems very noisy. Countless vendors have already set up stalls on the edge of the Sacred Square. Even some of the closest ones are rewarded with a sleepless night.
Manuel, the former Prime Minister, is wearing a palace uniform, with a leather whip symbolizing his status and status on his waist. Although the slender sword is not sharpened, it represents the royal power.
The imperial cavalry are like sculptures, their shiny silver armor is spotless, and the chains at their joints have no wrinkles. Their mission today is very easy, which is to kill all those who do not follow order.
"Brother, brother! Do you think these things are enough? Do you want some more soy sauce beef?" Rikka kept chattering while putting countless food into the bamboo basket.
"Absolutely. If you keep inking, we won't have to watch the fun." Boom, wearing the gray linen hood, reminded helplessly.
Francis, the blessed knight, has died, and everyone related to him has also been beheaded. But after all, he is the master of the four major families in the royal city, so how to deal with the property left behind has become the main focus of the imperial meeting in recent days.
Melody.
On this issue, Finance Minister Woodleg Frey naturally has the most say. As the treasury keeper of the royal city, his statement is very simple. If there is no one, there will be no heir, and it should belong to King Ogu.
But the great scholar Canute felt that all property was the grace of the gods. Now that the original owner is dead, it means that he is asking for these things back from the world, and what people can do is use them to repair the church.
King Fernando of Augusta remained silent. He knew the value of these properties and the thoughts of his ministers.
But fortunately, the imperial decree has already stated the solution. All such things that no one can inherit should be converted into gold coins through public auctions, and the gold coins will naturally belong to King Augu in the end.
Therefore, a once-in-a-century royal auction has been finalized. The time is today, and anyone can participate, regardless of status, no matter how high or low.
This news spread throughout the royal city a week ago, and even many wealthy businessmen from neighboring principalities set out at night. The Divine Blessing Knight's possessions were numerous, and even a mosquito leg was extremely tempting, not to mention that it was still within the royal city. For most people, this royal auction is just an unexpected surprise in life. Because today, they can justifiably be lazy.
"Everyone, I am Manuel, the Prime Minister. Today's auction is about to begin, but there are some ugly things to say first." Manuel looked at the ancient clock on the stone wall of the Master's Tower and said loudly.
"First of all, the entire auction process is completely open to the public and anyone can bid. Secondly, please count the gold coins in your pocket before bidding, otherwise you will be punished with caning for conspiracy." Manuel's words instantly reduced the noise.
A lot smaller. In his opinion, the final result is not important, he just wants to get through today as quickly as possible.
After saying this, Manuel turned around and sat on the wooden chair beside him, and his previous position was taken by an auctioneer.
After a brief silence, the crowd became noisy again. The vendors shouted at the top of their lungs, and the smell of fried sausages mixed with the aroma of ale.
The Sacred Square has been divided into two areas. The nobles and rich people occupy a small area in the middle, while the rest of the area is occupied by poor people watching the excitement.
Boom and Rikka were also sitting in it at this time, but due to limited space, Rikka had to sit in Boom's arms, like a kangaroo raising children.
Boom's face looked extremely ugly, because he was like an idiot now, constantly devouring the bread that Rikka put into his mouth.
But Rikka's face flushed with joy. She didn't expect that she and her brother would be sitting together like this today. If she had known, she would have washed her hair in advance.
The belongings of Francis, the Blessed Knight, were bought one after another, including oil paintings with great collectible value and exquisitely carved candlesticks.
In the center of the sacred square, a dozen large wooden boxes were stacked neatly, and the contents were gradually filled with gold coins. Although everyone was greedy, no one dared to make any move.
Boom was also listening curiously to the introduction of the auction items. He had been an orphan since he was a child and had never had the opportunity to learn this knowledge, even if it had nothing to do with magic.
Therefore, Boom listened very carefully, whether it was those unfamiliar art schools or countless unheard-of abstract sculptures.
But Rikka, who was clamoring to watch the excitement, now tried hard to shrink her body into Boom's robe. Like a cub planning to hibernate, looking for the most comfortable hotbed.
"What are you here for? If you don't want to see it, go back." Boom patted his robe, making Rikka laugh.
"Brother, look at what you're talking about. I'm not listening to you either." Rikka poked her little head out and looked at Boom with a smile on her face.
"Let's play, let's make trouble. There are a lot of people here, so don't do anything that attracts attention." Boom took the sugar cake handed to him and warned him meaningfully.
"What are you talking about? They all get these things from bamboo baskets. How can poor people like us have storage bags?" Rikka seemed to have guessed what Boom was thinking, and immediately replied.
Just as the two lowered their heads and whispered, the auction once again ushered in a new high price. Seventy crystal coins were thrown into the wooden box by the imperial cavalry, and in the hands of the buyer, he was holding a wind dragon crystal core
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I saw this middle-aged man who looked like a mountain of meat, first bowed his hands to Manuel, and then hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.
His son is the aristocratic boy who laughed at Boom on the admission day of the Imperial Academy. Now he has reached the pinnacle of magic apprenticeship, and as long as he takes one more step, he can join the ranks of junior magicians.<
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He is very rich, even as rich as an average viscount or earl. But at the same time, he is just an ordinary person, with neither aristocratic status nor a powerful professional.
Therefore, after learning that his son was a magician, the focus of his life shifted towards him. In his opinion, whether the family can continue in the future depends on his son's rank.
Using dragon crystal during the magic apprenticeship stage is dangerous, and even more luxurious. Even speculators like Boom have never tried it easily.
"Brother, I want to pee, huh? Let me go!" Rikka's eyes wandered around, but her little thoughts were pushed back into her robe by Boom.
"Don't provoke that person. Today you can only watch and not move." Boom lowered his head and warned Rikka in a low voice. Because in his eyes, rich people are far more sinister than ordinary little nobles.<
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"Okay, okay, I listen to my brother in everything, but I really want to pee." Rikka pursed her lips and complained with a look of reluctance.
However, what responded to her was the clay pot in Boom's hand. She drank the ale in one gulp and then generously handed it to Rikka.
Rikka held the pottery pot and was puzzled at first, but turned red with embarrassment after a few seconds.