"Is Newsman crazy?"

Even the mages who had anticipated this turn of events couldn't help but lose their minds slightly when they saw this scene: those who were qualified to participate in the auction were all the great nobles who could stand in the power system at the top of the mountains, and there were even behemoths like the Three Kings at the top of the ruling class, and the suspension of the auction was really offended even if there was a plausible reason or excuse.

In Aarens, nobility has never been synonymous with good talk.

If Newsman and Renthut are unconcerned lone rangers, it is better to say that in order to make themselves stand further at the top of this world, it is not impossible to offend the ownership of a country, but at least as far as Monia knows, Randolph aside, as a big businessman, Newsman, in this country, this land, there are too many emotions that cannot be parted, and there are too many people and things that cannot be parted.

So...... Could it be that this "hunter" is making his own claims?

The mage subconsciously narrowed his eyes: she was actually not very familiar with Randolph Hewlett, although the Elven Forest had collected a lot of information on the top of the mountain, but that information was basically only on the surface, and most of it was political positions, fighting styles, past achievements, etc., just with these superficial things, she couldn't really know a person, a living, flesh-and-blood person - she couldn't be sure that what he did, whether it would be the organizer of the auction who didn't know, It's just that it's just being used.

The girl who lacked information thought about it, and then gave up thinking.

These...... To put it bluntly, it doesn't have anything to do with her, all she has to do is watch the show.

That's right, watching the show - wondering if this is Newsman's calculation or Randolph's own initiative, it's actually very simple, just watch it carefully - she doesn't believe that Newsman will know anything about such a big thing at the auction, but as long as she looks at him, as long as he makes a statement, the originally confusing situation will suddenly become very clear.

But until the presiding officer of the auction finally succumbed to the pressure of the upper professionals, the boss behind the auction never came to the front of the stage - however, sometimes silence is also a statement, and the attitude shown by Newsman's inaction at the moment is too obvious, but unlike the noise outside the private room, the private room above the second floor of the venue is a deathly silence, and almost all the nobles are expressing their dissatisfaction with this cold silence.

But...... There was no third figure on the alchemy screen from beginning to end.

After a while, Monia noticed that some nobles had left the private room, of course, because this morning's auction was coming to an end, but more importantly, it was the anger and unwillingness after being teased - although it did not happen on the spot, the nobles living in Vanity Fair have always been insulated from benevolence, and what awaits Newsman and Randolph will be revenge, whether overt or implicit, and the suppression from the entire elite.

"It's really unwise."

The girl sighed, she didn't quite understand what Newsman was doing - if you wanted to recruit a high-ranking professional, with his status and this extraordinary weapon, it could almost be said that it was almost a sure thing. But instead of doing so, he auctioned it off as the finale of the auction, and at the end of the auction, he allowed Randolph Hewlett to disturb the order of the venue, offending all the high-ranking elites on the top of the mountain.

Do you want to go far......

What's the point of doing that?

I can't figure it out, and I can't guess it, the only consequence of this is probably to brand the "Hunter" Randolph Hewlett with his Newsman label, and ...... Offended everyone.

The effort is completely out of proportion to the gain.

The purpose is completely obsessed.

"But it's better to break up like this." Thinking of this, the mage also stood up, his long hair as quiet as night poured down his shoulders, and his long princess dress dragged on the ground, "At least the afternoon auction will be easier to determine the target." ”

Many nobles are interested in collecting exotic flowers and herbs, they may not have much knowledge of pharmacology, but their eyes are sometimes very vicious, and the mode of this auction is very different from what she expected before, and the mechanism that people who have not obtained the status of the private room are not allowed to participate in the bidding stifles the possibility of most apprentices participating, and it is not easy to catch the mages who may be active in the venue with their knowledge of potions.

But no matter how difficult it is, it must be done and done.

Monia pushed open the door of the private room, and under the guidance of the waitress, walked in the direction of the restaurant - there is still a long time before the afternoon session, and it is a good choice to solve the lunch problem now, after all, the Elven Forest is far away from human society, there are no condiments, and the diet is much lighter than Lorentan, although it can also be called a different flavor, but after three years, she is somewhat tired of it - in comparison, she still prefers human cooked meat products, She had missed that juicy feeling for a long time.

What's more, guests in the private room are treated like VIPs here, and all food and drink are free.

While thinking quietly, the girl subconsciously touched her belly.

- I'm really feeling a little hungry.

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"Sometimes it really feels like destiny is real."

Looking at the somewhat familiar figure in front of the door, the young and somewhat excessively young man couldn't help but smile dumbly, and the girl holding his hand and wearing a frog hat may have vaguely heard her father's whispering, raised her head and looked curiously at this familiar and strange man with a pair of big eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

What's wrong?

The light in his blue eyes conveyed such a message.

"No, nothing." The young man, who didn't look like a father, shook his head, stroked the girl's long watery hair, and explained with a smile, "Just seeing someone I thought I wouldn't see again—so fate is a really magical thing." ”

"Oh." The girl replied with little interest, bowing her head and playing with the bear doll in her hand - it was called the Lumber Bear, a kind of mascot popular in the countryside of Gable, and according to legend, it was the protector of the forest, and if anyone was blinded by greed, it would become the embodiment of nature's will, maintain the balance of nature, and give the most severe punishment to the greedy, so that the forest would be restored to tranquility - she loved it, not only because of its meaning, not only because of its cuteness, but also because it was a gift from her father, It was the first gift she received from her father.

Father...... What a distant name it used to be for her.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling the temperature of her palms, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but outline a gentle arc.

But now......

- Close at hand.

Cautiously peeking at the familiar and unfamiliar man beside her, the still young girl couldn't help but shake her head—until now she still had a subtle sense of unreality in her heart, afraid that the man next to her would disappear as abruptly as he arrived, that all this was just her hidden dream in the night, just an unreal dream.

"Huh?" The young father was keenly aware of his daughter's emotional fluctuations, and couldn't help frowning, but then quickly stretched, adjusted his unstable mood, bowed down with concern, and asked in a mocking tone, "Why are you distressed, my little princess?" ”

The girl didn't speak, just shook her head slightly.

But the sound of "grunting" happened to come from the lower abdomen, and the young father, who had misunderstood, couldn't help but laugh evilly, and gently picked up the girl: "It turns out that our princess is hungry." ”

"Not really." The girl pursed her lips and said angrily.

"Looks like your lingua franca should be strengthened," the man carried her to a table near the corner, "and the pronunciation just now sounded like a pig's cry of 'purring.'" ”

The girl didn't look away and ignored him.

"Okay, okay, just kidding." The man put his daughter down, straightened her clothes, and smiled toothily at the waiter passing by, "Miss, please give table sixty-four a serving of Anglo roast boar, seven ripe - another one, well, a large fruit platter." ”

"Okay," the waiter turned and smiled back, "please wait. ”

He bowed slightly at the other party, then withdrew his gaze, looked at his daughter, and introduced to her: "Anglo roast boar is a specialty of Gable, Anglo boar itself is a very good ingredient, the meat is delicious and chewy, coupled with the slow roast and secret sauce, it is a must-eat - I'm sure you will like it." ”

"Hmm."

The girl replied in a low voice, and subconsciously looked up at the pendulum clock on the wall.

—Musha at twelve o'clock and six o'clock.

- There are less than twelve sunsets left.

- Dreams, you will wake up after all.

Small Theatre:

And on the other side.

"Miss, please help me get an Anglo roast boar."

The little mage sitting in an inconspicuous corner finally waited for the waiter to arrive, and hurriedly said - she had been hungry for this delicacy that she had never had the opportunity to taste in her previous life, and today she finally had the opportunity to make up for the regrets of her previous life, and she didn't have to spend even a copper coin, she was so lucky.

"I'm sorry," the waiter's words struck her in the head, "the last one has just been booked by the guests over there." ”

"Guests over there?" The little girl followed her gaze and saw the figure of a young man and a blue-haired girl with a frog hat, and then sighed softly, "Forget it, is there anything else you can recommend?" ”

"Our fruit platter here is very popular." The waitress carefully looked at the delicate doll-like young girl in front of her, "In addition, the juice tastes good. ”

"......" Monia was silent.

"Guests? Guest? The waiter asked a little strangely.

"I'm sorry......" The little mage raised his head and looked at her blankly, "It's been three years, it's been three years, can't you even taste it......"

"Huh!?"