In the face of naked and high-quality goods, many buyers in the audience showed strong interest, which was in stark contrast to the incompatibility of Cepes.

Among them, some have hot eyes, some whistle and flirt, and some simply speak foul language.

When the noise of the people reached its climax, the goatee said to the goods:

"Put your clothes on and wear them slowly."

The goods act according to the order, and the process of putting on the clothes shows a different style.

When the clothes were dressed, the scene gradually quieted down, and the sound of a goatee sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the auction will begin as soon as the goods are on display.

The reserve price of the goods, 20 ducats, each increase in price, not less than 5 gold coins.

Gentlemen! Ladies! You can now bid for the price. ”

"Twenty gold coins!"

"I'm out of thirty."

……

"Shall we buy her?" Miss Gina asked.

"Brother, buy it."

Vladis was a rare one to approve of Gina's idea, and of course, it's hard to say whether the purpose was the same or not.

However, Cepes shook his head and said:

"No, compared to the people around us, we didn't show the slightest interest just now, and now the price is unreasonable."

"Hey......"

Gina sighed and said nothing.

Vladis wanted to say that he had shown some interest just now, but finally swallowed it back.

After fierce bidding, the girl from Venice was bought by a masked guest for 110 gold coins.

The auction winner stood up, smiled proudly, nodded slightly to the people around him, and then went to the rest of the trade.

Mirsa whispered:

"I'm going to go find the vault of these bastards and get the matter done sooner."

When he had finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave the table, but he was stopped by Cepes.

"You are too conspicuous to walk alone, let's go together, and we will cover for you."

"If they're all gone, will they arouse suspicion?" Stefan asked sensibly.

"Don't be afraid, I have my own way, it's too uncomfortable to stay here.

We'll leave together later, and then Mirsa will come back in hiding, which is safest. ”

After waiting for a few minutes, Cepes was the first to get up and leave the auction table with the group.

Everyone's eyes were on the second item, and no one cared if anyone left.

Leaving the hall, Cepes paused for a moment, and just as he had expected, he came with a smile on his face.

A few newcomers, who did not show any interest in the auction, are now leaving, and the owner of the store, of course, wants to come over to greet them.

When he came to him, he kept smiling and said:

"What? Is the product not to your taste? ”

"Indeed, it's very unpalatable, and looking at that girl, I can't help but think of the scene where I was sent to the auction table."

At this time, it was completely true that Cry Fuli didn't know that a few of them were planning a robbery.

"I'm sorry, but it seems that Sizar's previous behavior still caused you a lot of trouble.

It's a pity that he is dead, otherwise he could have been brought and vented to you.

Well, I'll have you sent home, and the gifts I mentioned before will be given as well. ”

"No, Sandria family, there is no shortage of your gifts.

Also, we don't want to go home yet, it's not comfortable here, we can go to other places to play.

As you said before, there is a very violent place, and sending someone to take us there is the best way to apologize. ”

Tsepesh's words were not very polite, and this was precisely the tone of the aristocratic lords' daily speech.

The smile on Waivoli's face remained unchanged, and he nodded and replied:

"Well, since a few distinguished guests have needs, then of course I will do my best to meet them.

On the other side of the street, there is the fighting arena, where the environment is chaotic, but the advantage is that it is exciting enough. ”

"Will there be dead people?"

"Yes, but we, in general, call it a battle hyena."

Goods and hyenas, in the consciousness of Weevoli, there is no difference, they are just tools for making money.

"The people who fight, or the battle hyenas as you call them, are they all voluntary?"

"It's not voluntary, it's just a way of life.

Win the battle, live, or spend a lot of time drinking, or buy a new pair of shoes for the youngest son.

If they lose the battle and bury them in the wilderness, there will be real hyenas, who will come and dig up their corpses.

Later, all those who came to power were called battle hyenas, and they hoped that they would dig up the corpses of their opponents themselves. ”

Weevoli gave Tsepes a different answer than his imagination, and only those who are in the flea street at night can understand what kind of world it is.

"It sounds cruel, but it seems to be more to our appetite, send someone to take us there."

The conversation did not continue, and Avelli personally sent the men to Cepes and left the slave store.

Then, by one of his Slavic men, take them to the fighting ring.

The night has darkened, and the flea street, which is quiet and unmanned during the day, has become extremely noisy.

Illegal bars packed with people, glamorous women desperately soliciting customers, and a few small shops that don't know what to do are also open.

A drunken man with a foul smell was standing in the middle of the street, peeing as if no one was around.

This guy deserved to be unlucky, he appeared at the wrong time, and the Slavs, who were in charge of leading the way, went up and knocked him to the ground with a punch.

This was not the end of the story, followed by another kick, and it was not until blood and urine mixed together that the Slavs stopped attacking.

After that, he came to Tsepes, said 'sorry', and continued to lead the way.

The fighting arena is at the end of Flea Street, and it is only a few dozen meters away from the store, and the noise can be heard from here.

The threshold for the store is too high, and the fighting arena, even if there is only one Denier, can come in and place bets, and then shout recklessly.

Of course, Tepes and the other dignitaries don't need to be crowded with civilians.

Under the arrangement of the Slavs, they were taken to the second floor of the fighting arena, in a small semi-enclosed box.

The hall of the building is fully open, so in the private room, you can see the scene of the entire floor.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least two or three hundred people in the crowded hall on the first floor, and they make a lot of noise.

Of course, it can also be understood that this is the atmosphere that the fighting arena should have.

The distinguished guests in the box will not be annoyed by this, but will put down all the shelves and happily blend into it.

In the center of the hall on the first floor, an area was enclosed with iron chains, and two big men were fighting to the death inside.

After less than three minutes, the results were separated, and some of the onlookers laughed loudly, some sighed, and scolded the deceased at the same time.

There were a few gamblers who lost red eyes and wanted to make trouble, but they were ruthlessly thrown out of the hall and beaten up.

In the box, making sure that the Slavs had left, Tsepeš winked at Mirsa.

Mirsa left the box under the pretext of peeing, walked around to the other side of Flea Street, and unnoticedly felt back to the auction house.