Newsman.

In a remote corner of the hustle and bustle, the mage chewed on the name gently.

As one of the richest people in the ancient kingdom of Gable, his name is almost a household name on the top of the mountains, and even the most vulgar mercenary, the street begging vagabond, can tell a few anecdotes about this famous rich man - so in less than half a day, Monia has a general impression of him.

This is a weirdo, a capricious weirdo who can tell you in all seriousness today that hard work is the key to success, and tomorrow he might kick you out of the way, and then look at you with disdain, like a bedbug on the side of the road, and then tell you that your efforts are worthless.

However, his eccentric personality mage didn't take it to heart.

The reason why she cares about the name is simply because he is the funder and organizer of tonight's auction - "Newsman's auction, Gable's unprecedented event, here only you can't think of, no you can't see, want Newsman's treasure?" Then come to the auction! The eccentric tycoon once said that he would put all the treasures he had collected in his life into the operation of the auction.

It is unknown why he did so, but if what he said was true, it would be an unprecedented event, one that would attract local mages.

After all, the power of the Gable Church is in the weakest period in the past thousand years, a large number of bishops and knights have been transferred to the church headquarters in the east to participate in the integration training before the crusade against the Elven Forest, it is difficult to form an effective suppression of the mages who are ready to move, it is difficult to imagine that they who have been acting secretly for a long time will give up this rare opportunity to be a good citizen who keeps to themselves - if it is not for the excessive provocation of the majesty of the church, it is likely to attract the eyes of the gods, Monia has reason to doubt, Is the cathedral standing on the top of the hill still intact?

They must be on the move.

Monia thought that the expectations for the auction were quite high—the Night's Watch had provided a partial list of the auction items, and the young mage had noticed that many of them were indispensable and precious materials for the mage's alchemical experiments—and she could not believe that many mages could not be tempted by such temptations.

At the very least, there is certainly no mid- to high-level mage who is not impressed.

As an intermediate mage, and has reached the top of the mortal world of the archmage, Monia is quite clear that after spending the adaptation period of serving as a high-level mage's experimental assistant or traveling to the continent, a considerable number of middle and high-level mages have to face the first bottleneck period in their spell-casting careers - the growth of mental power begins to slow down, and they want to explore the laws of the world, get closer to the ether, and understand the ether, but because of the lack of funds and materials necessary to build laboratories and carry out experiments, can only helplessly waste the years, no matter how unwilling he is, he can only silently watch himself being overtaken by others one after another.

For this reason, many mages even did not hesitate to dirty their hands, worked for the nobles, violated morality and conscience, and did some shady things - only in this way could they avoid the eyes of the church and obtain the necessary funds and materials from the nobles for experiments, so as to find opportunities for advancement.

Monia didn't like such a mage, but she couldn't be harsh.

Even if Trodam is a country that believes in new gods, there is no need for mages to hide their heads and tails, but the long-term caution and distrust of mages by all forces still make the resources needed for mages to advance very scarce - the reason why Monia left the Mughal school and left the Eagle City is, in the final analysis, because the control of resources within the school will seriously delay the speed of her promotion, and as the star of tomorrow of the school, she is still the apprentice of the archmage. It is conceivable what the treatment of other low-level mages is.

It's no wonder that there are so many traveling mages in the western part of the continent.

Monia sighed unconsciously, and then restrained her gradually divergent thinking, and flipped through the information sent by the night watchman "Ranger" - she was not worried that the blind killer would deceive her, violence is difficult to subdue a person for a long time, but it is not difficult to make a person submit in a short period of time, although the night watchman claims to be the "defender of the night order", but in fact he is the dog leg of the nobles, and behind every night watchman there is at least one great nobleman, and their will is the law of the dark world, and the will of the dark world.

It is better to expect them to have any sense of justice, than to expect the pig to go up to the tree.

But whether a person is capable or not has nothing to do with his character, the reason why the mage repeatedly tolerates his non-cooperation is not out of good intentions, but because he needs his value - intelligence is only one aspect, on the other hand, it is also to be able to call on the power of the night watchman to temporarily muddy the death of the water rat - the Asna family is one of the three royal families, although the power is far inferior to the other two, but it is also a decisive force, it is better to have less things at this juncture.

"But...... The auction is a must-see. ”

With a slight twitch of his knuckles, the mage sighed faintly, and his figure faded into the shadows.

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And at the same time.

The organizer of the auction that the mage cared for, the most prestigious business tycoon in the land of mountains, is waiting for someone - in Gabriel, there are not many people who are qualified to make him wait, although he is not a nobleman, but to this day, his status is not inferior to that of any nobleman, and only the powerful nobles who control the fief can force him.

And there are not many such nobles among the mountains and peaks.

The waiter who served tea and water to the old man with gray temples and gradually clumped body tilted his body carefully, and at the same time looked at the legendary business tycoon with curiosity - frankly speaking, Newsman was old, and the years had worn away his handsome face when he was young, diluted the coldness of the time of domination, and eliminated the eccentric temperament that he once had, and now he looked just an ordinary ordinary old man who could no longer be ordinary.

But I don't know why, in the face of such an ordinary old man, the young waiter felt a trembling feeling from the heart, and in front of the old man's rickety body, he unconsciously became a head shorter—as if he was not an old man who was dying, but a lion who was pretending to sleep.

That's right – he's Newsman.

When the service was completed, he bowed back and felt the wet single clothes on his back, and the waiter couldn't help but feel stunned.

Instead of an excuse for his self-defeat, he became an opportunity for his success - a desperate young businessman who had no choice but to use his last fortune to buy an old horse that was dying, rented a tattered convertible, and toiled day and night on the bumpy mountain road. In the end, he became the president of the entire merchant guild and became a legend on the top of the mountains.

For such a great person, the waiter must be lying if he is not curious, but even if curiosity is hooked up like a glutton, he does not dare to peek into the room behind him.

"I don't like to kill."

In front of all of them, the old man had spoken casually—it sounded like an unintentional remark, but the young attendant still remembered the awe-inspiring aura at that time—and he, and everyone present, felt the piercing chill, and for a moment forgot to speak.

He...... Really kills.

No one doubts, no one dares to doubt.

Recalling the scene at that time, the waiter couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but speed up the pace of leaving, but he didn't realize that behind him, the black-clothed god of death - like a shadow - once he couldn't control his curiosity, then all that awaited him was a sword to seal his throat.

This is a very important conversation, and no one is allowed to disturb it.

That's right, anyone.

The killer who was given the duty of guardianship retreated into the shadows, his expression was neither sad nor joyful, almost merging with the darkness, and even the most eyesighted would only think it was a marble sculpture, and naturally let his guard down, until the deadly blade came to his body, and he would not find anything wrong with it—such a skill, almost art.

No one wondered how Newsman had managed to hire a horrible killer in the guise of a merchant who could make any nobleman fearful—for the existence of the killer had never been revealed, and even more so that his owner was not the famous rich man at all, but someone else.

That person is the man behind Newsman.

The reason why he can have today's status, the efforts he has made naturally cannot be ignored, but only he knows that the so-called hard work and sweat are so insignificant in front of the favor of the big man - if it were not for the favor of that one, today, maybe he can succeed with his own hard work and talent, but the achievement is at most a fraction of what it is now, and it cannot be said at all.

So, here he waits, waiting for the opportunity to repay the favor.

Finally—

As if in response to the old man's expectation, the door squeaked and was opened.

Walking into it, he is also an old man, but the aging aura on his body is far above that of Newsman, even if his majestic demeanor has not diminished back then, it can still be seen that his life is short.

"It's been a long time, Newsman." The big man who gave him everything said, with both emotion and ridicule in his tone, "I didn't expect that the guy who was a good guy back then has now become an old man on the powerful side." ”

Looking at the benefactor in front of him, the old man couldn't help but be silent, time has buried too much after all...... With mixed feelings, he could only silently bend his knees and fall to the ground at this time.

After a long time, he spoke with difficulty and said the visitor's name:

"—Your Majesty Ivesky."

ps: Recently, I played obediently compared to the liver, and I filled the queen's bug milk with a hundred livers before the National Day, and then I had no desire - but my National Day was not fake...... Anyway, I'm sorry for everyone, and I don't have any excuses to say.

PS2: Frankly, this chapter has been stuck for a long time.