"First, sir, can you tell me what this is? I think I may have been a bit deaf just now and didn't hear clearly..."
In a small, airtight room, opposite a smiling old man wearing a fancy and luxurious cloak, was a middle-aged fat man sweating profusely and wearing an expressionless mask, although the mask covered his face.
expression, but no matter from which aspect, he was quite nervous and frightened at the moment.
On the long table that serves as the barrier between them, there is a white egg-shaped object with exquisite patterns, and it is always emitting a faint blue light, making people have the urge to pick it up and play with it.
only……
"Didn't you hear clearly? Then let me say it again." The old man smiled and shook his head and said: "This is a magic bomb that depicts the sixth-level magic 'explosion technique'. The detonation methods include but are not limited to shooting, smashing
, throw it or ignite it with magic, for example, just like this——"
"No, no, no! Stop! Don't be here! Are you going to commit suicide!" The middle-aged man in the white mask grabbed the magic bomb on the table in horror and said breathlessly.
"In that case, according to the rules here, can you estimate the price?" The old man's expression did not change at all, and he still had an incomprehensible smile.
"...but...what evidence do you have to prove that this is a sixth-level magic?"
"So I just planned to demonstrate it to you. However, now I only need to snap my fingers to detonate it... I guarantee that it can blow up a radius of one to five hundred meters with your hand as the center.
Anything." As he spoke, the old man stretched out his right hand and pressed his index and middle fingers together hard.
"Don't! I believe it, I believe it!" Seeing the old man's behavior in front of him, the evaluator's heart collapsed. According to the rules of the auction house, he had to judge the items put up for auction no matter what.
An active suspicion of the item is used to shake the auctioneer's determination. But the man in front of him wants to put up a bomb, and if he doubts it, he will definitely prove it... And how to prove the quality of a bomb? Try
Explosion is always the best solution...
"So, what's the result of the valuation?" The old man crossed his legs in an orderly manner and looked at the appraiser as if condescendingly. As usual, the status of the two should be reversed.
"Uh... this... I have to... I have to discuss it with other people, please wait for a while..." As he said that, the white-faced evaluator wiped the sweat from his neck and prepared to leave the room. He had planned to take the
He put on the magic bomb, but after a slight hesitation, he decided to leave it where it was, and he hurriedly ran out of the back door.
Not long after the white-masked evaluator left, a female voice sounded from nowhere and said:
"How was the conversation? Did you find anything?"
"No, this person is just a peripheral member. He doesn't know anything except what he is supposed to do." The old man...or Yurien shrugged indifferently, picked up the magic bomb on the table, and
After playing with it for a while with some interest, he said: "What I care about more is the people at the upper level, at least the people with the last name Aston, or Fogjie or something like that."
After saying that, Urien paused, put the magic bomb back to its original place, and said calmly: "Especially the one named Wim Fogger, and to be honest, I feel more and more that that thing is
He did this on purpose, otherwise, he and the Aston family would really be an alliance of idiots... But judging from the current situation of the Aston family, this is completely impossible... Sheena, you
Are you still listening?"
"Sorry, what did you say just now? I just came back..." As soon as Yurien finished speaking, the middle-aged man wearing a white mask opened the back door and resumed his position.
"Nothing, just talking to myself in a boring way, guessing what price you would set for me." Urien shrugged and said.
"Okay... but unfortunately, I can't set a price for you." The white mask evaluator shook his head and said: "Our person in charge hopes to talk to you personally. He heard about this
After the bomb, I am particularly interested and invite you to have a face-to-face communication with him."
Hearing this, Urien whistled subconsciously, made a salute, and said, "I'm very happy."
After saying that, Yurien followed the relieved evaluator in front of him and left the room through the back door.
After leaving this room, the scenery behind the scenes was not that gorgeous, it was just a mediocre walkway, and at the end of the walkway, there was a staircase leading underground.
There are magic stone lamps set up every few meters on both sides of this staircase. As long as the controller is willing, these lamps will be extinguished instantly. But Yurien also has the ability to turn them on again.
Continuing down the stairs, you soon came to a beautiful wooden door.
"It's right here, right in the back."
The white-faced evaluator bowed respectfully to Urien and then left silently.
"Okay, I'm also curious about what surprises they can give me..." You Ruin didn't hesitate at all. He didn't even bother to knock on the door and ask, so he just pushed it away.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Magician."
As soon as I pushed the door and entered, I didn't expect that it was just another secret room not much larger than the small room just now. There was also a long table separated in the middle of the room, but this time on the opposite side of the long table,
It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with short red hair, and wearing very stylish red clothes. Moreover, he was not wearing any mask, fully showing his true appearance, looking at him with a smile on his face.
With Yurien.
"I thought you would knock on the door, but I have already memorized the entire welcome speech after that. I didn't expect you to push the door in so directly." The red-haired young man shook his head and said with a smile.
"Ha, I always like to be direct, and I never need any useless compliments or rhetoric." Urien shrugged and said, "So have you set a price for my bomb?"
"Of course, as long as you are willing to help me, I can give it to you for free." The red-haired young man laughed, leaned back on the chair quite leisurely, and looked at Yurien indifferently.
"...What do you mean?" Yurien frowned. It was obvious that the man in front of him was not talking about the same bomb... Could it be...
"I remember your name is...Mr. Yurien, right?" The red-haired young man paused, his red eyes full of strength and oppression, and said with a smile: "There should be only five forbidden curse generators left now.
Right? What a coincidence, I have all five of them now."