Old John had blue veins on his forehead. He wanted to scold his mother for the mental damage he suffered. This damn little thing was obviously interested in the Sumeru Ring on his finger.
As Old John, who has been working hard all year round, ever since he got this Xumi Ring with a relatively small storage space, he has carried all his property with him except for a few sets of real estate.
After all, how could it be safer to put it in a safe than to put it on himself?
He has always been extremely proud of his own strength.
It's a pity that he encountered such a monster-like little disaster star today, and he couldn't beat it again and again. Now the opponent is even targeting his Sumeru Ring.
Old John's heart bleeds when he thinks that all his life savings are in it.
But what else can be done?
He is also very helpless, okay!
If the four top executives of the Weapon Refining Master Guild hadn't been interceding on his behalf, he would have been played to death by this little devil today.
Old John could only comfort himself in his heart: "Just treat it as a loss of money and avoid disaster. At least you are fine. You can make back the money if you lose it. If you become a useless person, it will be useless to have so much money."
But, I thought so until I actually saw the little kid's avatar take off the blue ring from the middle finger of his right hand.
A "click" sound!
Old John seemed to hear a sound like breaking glass deep in his heart.
His face was twitching, his back molars were almost broken, and he was heartbroken beyond measure.
"Favorability from John, -66..."
The little kid's clone casually sensed the size of the storage space of the cyan ring. He was afraid that he would make a mistake and choose a worthless thing.
Fortunately, the storage space of this cyan ring is quite large, and it is comparable to the silver-white ring that I gave to Wang Xiaoniu.
As for the items inside the cyan ring, it is not suitable to view them yet.
However, looking at the pained expression on Old John's face, I'm afraid there are a lot of good things inside.
So, he directly put the cyan ring on his left thumb.
Looking at the two Sumeru Rings on his left thumb, the little boy's clone grinned.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he smelled like a rich man.
However, compared to those nouveau riche who wear gold and silver, he is much taller.
After receiving another Sumeru Precept, the little boy's clone still looked calm and calm on the face, but he was secretly happy in his heart.
He pretended to make a dry cough, and released the little fleshy hand that was holding Old John's wrist: "Old man, today I'm going to let you go for the sake of the four gentlemen of the Refiner's Guild. Don't you know?
At any rate, let’s look for trouble again!”
"My temper is definitely not good. Once you fall into my hands again, it will be useless no matter who comes to plead for mercy. I will break your neck without saying a word and it will be over."
When he said this, the kid's clone didn't just want to hit Old John, an old guy, so that he wouldn't have a brain twitch and cause trouble for him again.
At the same time, this was also said to everyone present.
He wanted to spread his notoriety so that no one would provoke him.
He stood up and jumped off the high stool. The little boy's clone didn't even look at the livid old John. He put the eight black suitcases brought by Leonard into the Sumeru Ring.
"It's really disappointing, let's go back!" The kid's clone waved to Alice and the other three, then hooked his fingers at Fredick, who looked weird, and finally said hello to the four senior executives of the Refiner's Guild.
Finally, I went down the stairs first.
Alice took this opportunity to express the wish of the little brat's avatar to the four senior executives of the Artificer's Guild for a list of auction items. The four people almost didn't think too much about it, and immediately nodded and agreed, and handed over a copy of the auction items.
The list of items he brought was given to Alice.
After leaving the casino, the kid's clone asked Alice and the three of them to wait for a while, while he took Fredick, who looked nervous, to a quiet corner.
Looking at Fredick, who was a little uneasy, the kid's clone curled his lips and went straight in: "You saw the result of the bet just now. I won in the end, right?"
Fredick nodded slightly and said, "I lost. I admit defeat. Please tell me your conditions."
"It's great, you are much more cheerful than the Casamonica family." The kid's avatar complimented him in a moderate way, and then he said calmly, "My condition is very simple, I just want you to
To introduce you, I would like to pay a visit to Mr. Dawson."
Hearing this, Fredik's expression became hesitant and he remained silent for a long time.
"Is there any problem?" The kid's clone showed no concern and said in a bad tone, "You must have heard what the four top executives of the Refiner's Guild just said, right?"
"As a master of weapon refining, don't I have the qualification to visit your teacher?"
"Mr. Wang, you misunderstood." Fredik waved his hands repeatedly and explained with a wry smile, "It's just that the teacher is ill and in a bad mood. He has ordered that he will not see any guests these days."
"So, you'd better change the conditions!"
"So that's it." A trace of disappointment flashed in the little kid's clone's eyes. He soon calmed down and said as if by accident, "By the way, I heard that Mr. Dawson has a strange ore in his hand, which is hard in texture.
Unable to melt and forge?”
"I have always been very interested in researching such weird things."
"I don't know, can you bring this piece of ore out and let me have a look?"
Fredick glanced at the kid's clone with a strange expression. Thinking that the other person was at an age full of curiosity, he suddenly felt enlightened. However, he still refused and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, the teacher treats that piece of ore as a treasure."
, he wouldn’t even let me touch him, let alone let me take him out.”
"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work, tell me what else can you do?" The kid's clone rolled his eyes at him angrily, and waved his hand with a look of disgust, "Let's go, let's go, it's useless at all."
Come on, I feel angry when I see you."
"Favorability from Fredick, -66..."
Fredik's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was so angry that he didn't even show his usual good manners and politeness. He turned around and left without saying a word.
As soon as he returned to the presidential family suite, the little kid stretched out on the sofa.
He was a little depressed because he couldn't get any valuable information out of Fredick.
It wasn't until he took over the list of auction items from Alice that he shifted his gaze slightly.
Quickly flipping through the various auction items, the kid's clone just briefly scanned the introduction of the items.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he sat up from the sofa.
His eyes were fixed on the auction list, with a slightly excited look on his face.