As night fell, only a sound almost like thunder was heard, and the silver snake rose into the air, and the trajectory was shining. Then, it bloomed, more and more, all kinds of things, in a thousand forms.

Fireworks, created by human beings, are the products of breaking the darkness and tranquility, showing the beauty of sound and light to the fullest.

The transformation of light is colorful;

The wonder of sound, one after another;

The enjoyment of beauty is intoxicating;

The illusion is not like the world;

The reverie of dreams is ethereal and hazy.

Tonight, Mishuram, is gorgeous.

On the lakeside promenade, Lane and Lixia are bathed in brilliant fireworks, harmonious and beautiful.

"Behind the brilliance is often hidden filth, hehe, it's really the right time." Lane looked up at the sky and let out a chuckle.

"This doesn't match who you are now, Mr. Ijika." Lixialian's steps moved lightly, soft and graceful.

"It's really tiring to wear an elegant mask for so long." Lane complained, "The thought of how many hours I have to pack makes my muscles ache." However, it is worth it when you think about the good things that may happen next. ”

"Is that good?" Lixia looked at this strange and familiar face, "Speaker Harutman is the man of the iron-blooded prime minister"

"Don't worry." Li En retracted his gaze and said, "We are just spectators tonight, and even if we have the heart to go on stage, we are only supporting roles." What's more, the Prime Minister's agent is in that mansion. ”

"Huh?"

"Let's go, the show is about to begin."

The auction was held at the villa of the Speaker of the Parliament of the Autonomous Region of Crossbell, Harutman.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a villa, rather than a resort manor of a great nobleman. Manicured lawn gardens, fountain statues, and an imperial castle that blends classic and modern are among the best in the area.

At the gate of such an elegant manor, there are two mafia members in black clothes, black pants and black sunglasses, which is really a very beautiful thing. Fortunately, these two people were quite polite to others, and they didn't cause any trouble.

Lixia took Rian's arm and walked into the manor in a rhythmic pace.

"Welcome to the Underground Auction, please show your invitation." The mafia on the right hand repeats the same words a little mechanically.

"Okay." Rien smiled and handed over the gold-encrusted rose card.

"That's right." The mafia on the left stepped forward and checked carefully, nodded his head, and asked, "For the sake of prudence, can I ask your name?" ”

"I'm Ijika Goti, from the Emerald Duke, Balyahat, and I'm coming to the auction on behalf of Count Goti, who has no time to leave, and this is my fiancée."

"Mikodo Missaka, from the eastern part of the state of Kruchen."

"It turned out to be two nobles, rude." The two mafias subconsciously straightened their waists. Harutman is deeply involved with the Empire, how dare "Rubacher", as his pawn, be disrespectful to the nobles of the Empire?

"No need to be nervous." Rien smiled gently, "So, can we go in?" ”

"Yes." The mafia hurriedly got out of the way, "Mr. Iguika, Miss Mikoto, please enjoy tonight's auction." ”

At the same time, Ellie and Lloyd, the combination of a capitalist daughter and a civilian boyfriend, walked to the villa with a little trepidation

The decoration of the villa is extremely luxurious, with continuous arches made of pure white marble, European-style railings made of precious wood, and intricate chandeliers on the top wall that are as magnificent as the "Four Famous Gates".

There is still plenty of time before the auction begins, and guests are dining in the restaurant, resting in their rooms, or walking around – the villa itself is a huge work of art.

Lane and Lixia were not idle, they walked and stopped, full of interest, as if they were intoxicated by art.

Other artists appreciate the history, charm, and technique of the villa, and the two of them study its structure, mechanism, and material, and stealth maneuvering is also an art.

The Speaker's room, which is not allowed to be entered, the heavily guarded lot warehouse, and the position of each passage are like a three-dimensional image presented in Riene's mind, by Selestie

"Fate" suddenly flowed into his mind.

Li En was stunned, and said silently in his heart: "Qiya, is it you?" ”

"Cause and effect"

In the body, there is a certain power ready to move.

Trajectory

True qi, like boiling water, rushes endlessly.

"Ryne?" Concerned, Lixia forgot even to disguise.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Li En let out a long breath, like a curtain of mist, "It's too good to be better." ”

"What's going on?" On the other end of the spirit link, Selesty was shocked, "I seem to feel the power of the Ring." ”

"It's not the Ring" Lane turned his head to look at the room where Kia was hidden, and said in his heart, "Kia, bear with me for a while." ”

Back in the restaurant, the two saw an acquaintance, Dan Feng Yan, lying silkworm eyebrows, excellent martial arts, awe-inspiring momentum, not Guan Erye, it was Wuxiang Loulan.

"That's Sister Wuxiang?" Although she hadn't seen her for a long time, Lixia recognized her at a glance.

"You know, she's back home as the head of the Smith Agency, and she's directly accountable to President Rock Smith." Li En casually took a glass of red wine from the tray beside him, and raised his glass to the misty incense, he may be the enemy in the future.

Sensing that there was a gaze, Wuxiang's eyes flashed, and when she saw someone raising a glass in greeting, she smiled politely but detachedly, which was a response.

"yes, I know." Lixia looked away and pulled Rien to change position quietly, "I don't know if she recognizes us." ”

The cold Dongfang beauty who was watching coldly looked hesitant, and when she raised her eyes to look for the two figures that made her suspicious, she found nothing.

She was not in a hurry, she took a sip of her drink, and the corners of her mouth outlined a thrilling arc.

Because, she has a new discovery, the baby-faced boy who has met a few times and the silver-gray long-haired lady, they belong to an interesting organization called "Secret Service Support Section".

"Ladies and gentlemen, the organizers of this auction have come to greet you." The strict steward of the villa, the auction guide, the old man Bucklet, bowed to everyone and stepped back.

Then, a middle-aged man in a fuchsia suit, with a fat head and big ears walked out first, with a hooked nose and small eyes, and he didn't look like a good person. In fact, he's a real badass, the president of "Rubacher", Marconi.

"I don't know if his impotence is good." Dawn hid in the crowd, speculating maliciously.

"Well deserved." Lixia's eyes are not good, this old pervert actually dares to covet Iliya, isn't the lesson of the last time enough?

Previously, "Rubacher" wanted to steal Rian's obsidian crystal, and used some tricks, and after Lixia knew about it, she sneaked into the bright red blood fork left in her bedroom, which scared Marconi a lot. According to the grapevine, he has been in a psychological shadow since then, and then he has not raised it.

Marconi was just a guide, and the middle-aged man behind him was the main thing. The classical aristocratic hairstyle, the thick beard is neatly trimmed, and the figure that still looks very well-proportioned after the age of confusion, coupled with the noble temperament revealed from the bones, attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared. He is the owner of the villa, Mayor McDowell's worst enemy, Speaker Harutman.

Although it was just a greeting routine greeting, most of the guests present showed flattered expressions, knowing that there were members of the Republic and the nobles of the empire, eating both sides, which showed the huge influence of Harutman.

"In a way, your crime is worse than Josiam's, and I can't help but want to kill you when I think of what happened to Ling." In the face of this legend, Li En has a bad eye.

The fleeting killing machine made the black-clothed man who was on guard by the arch subconsciously touch the pistol, and the fog incense, which was only higher than Li En, was also surprised, and he patrolled around.

On the corridor, a red-haired young man carrying a fishing rod smiled hehe, the meaning was unknown.

"Ijica." Lixia's timely reminder calmed Riene's mood slightly.

Taking your life is not the greatest punishment for you, it is for you to fall from the clouds to the bottom of the mud. The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill, and the moment you stepped into the "paradise", your seemingly unshakable kingdom of power already had an "anthill". Succumbing to Joassim has made this "anthill" spread wildly. In the end, with a slight push, it will collapse with a bang.

In order to see your downfall, let that associate professor live for a while longer.