The table top was quickly cleared.

The servant took the glass bottle with a towel and smoked the vanilla to remove the remaining alcohol, and lit a candle with a gentle light and a stress-relieving mixture.

Leslie took a sip of black tea and her gaze lingered on the stage.

It was a Trumbo suit with steel boots attached to it on an ebony display.

In the pitch-black alloy, it is said that there is a huge amount of bone powder from a monster, which is produced by a craftsman with a noble craftsman, and is awarded to those who have made great achievements in battle as an honor for fighting on the battlefield.

"The heritage of the lonely aristocracy, right?"

The audience was whispering, the masked guests were making random offers, and the guy in charge of the narration stopped his mouth and began to chase one flag after another.

Everyone in the field was distracted, and when they received the news, the captain was sitting in the box above.

This kind of behavior of showing off wealth is just increasing the chance of showing one's face, and the veterans who can really identify the good and the bad are still hidden in the shadows.

Soon, the price stopped at two thousand golden crows.

The man next to him looked at the restless audience below, sighing with disdain, this rough way of showing his face was not elegant.

He was talking about business, but he accidentally noticed that Leslie's gaze was always on the table, and he seemed to be absent-minded.

"Are you interested?"

"This docent isn't from the harbor building?"

Leslie propped her head up.

The fat man's men quickly stepped forward and whispered, giving a brief account of the details.

"Well, that's right. The origin of this armor is unknown, and it can only be determined that it is a relic of Trumber, after all, that country has disappeared, and no one knows what is left behind. ”

"No, it's the real thing."

Leslie opened his mouth to deny, the focus of his eyes was hazy, and the arc of the corners of his mouth was natural.

"This thing has never been on the battlefield at all.

It was so beautiful that it was collected at the time, and the craftsman in charge of forging it was mad with anger from the stupid nobles. ”

She tapped the table, picked up the cup of black tea at the right temperature, and took a sip with a delicate demeanor.

Mate Ade emerged from the corner, picked up the flag in the box, and dangled it five times in front of the fence, then returned to the shadows and became a silent sculpture.

The narrator raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Five Thousand Golden Crows, thank you, Captain Leslie, and I wish you all good health, gentlemen and ladies."

He finished reading quickly, clapped his hands excitedly and left, and just entered the backstage and jumped on the spot, which is more than double the price, and the commission that can be raised is quite considerable.

The stage rotates, and other merchandise emerges from behind the panels.

The fat merchant was silent, but before everyone else, he planned to pay the money, and to send the most expensive mercenary group to load it into the carriage bound for the slaughterhouse.

However, this was only the original plan.

The servant soon came to report that he had been cut off at the time of payment, and someone had already preempted him.

The fat merchant was very embarrassed, and glanced at Leslie, who was drinking tea and watching the auction next to him, and Ade, who had never moved in the corner, and quickly dispelled his thoughts.

He grimaced, and glanced back at the group.

You know, in order to create an opportunity to get in touch with the captain, he spent a lot of money, and almost every auction went into the box, and finally met Leslie.

Whoever dares to rush to offer hospitality at such a time, whether it is a small lord or a warlord, as long as he is close to his own kingdom, he must be taught a lesson!

The magnates shook their heads and expressed their innocence with body language.

The fat man put away his dissatisfaction, turned his head to be full of sunshine again, put his eyes on the center of the stage, wanted to rush to the part that the other party was interested in, and began to look for a topic.

As it happens, it's a very interesting commodity.

It was the organ of a sea beast, with an intact periosteum and pink tissue, and several green sacs of different shades on it, which shimmered in the dim light.

"Oh, that's great, it's a rarity."

Leslie craned her brow and turned her shoulders to the side with a curious look.

Great, if you're interested!

The fat man was ecstatic in his heart, and it was in vain that he sent the little servant to inquire about the information in advance, he cleared his throat, put on a rookie face, and opened the part that the narrator did not mention to supplement.

"The sea beast is a ferocious strange fish, and this one is the most ruthless of them, and when it goes berserk and loses control, it can disembowel the whale.

But, you see, those green sacs are all rare things, and the liquid they carry is rarer than anything else, and it is very important in alchemy, and its value is immeasurable. ”

Leslie nodded, the corners of her mouth softer.

"You're the captain, and I'm not pretentious, you must know what's in those bones."

The fat man took advantage of the victory and pursued.

The docent on the stage waved a pause, and five strong men walked up, and it took a lot of effort to turn over the wax-sealed and embalmed auction item.

The audience's eyes widened, and everyone could see that the bone rod was not smooth, and there were many lumps like pimples, and the transparent particles were the most expensive treasures.

"It's the best material, and whether it's carved into jewelry or processed into famous objects, it's easy to go down in history."

Leslie nodded and smiled, very comfortable, even honored.

"You are really learned, but these beautiful and luxurious things can only be gambled with the lives of all the crew members in the highest waves, in the midst of lightning and thunder."

The fat man nodded yes, and sighed again.

"Yes, with such a huge organ, presumably this sea beast will have to use at least sixty pulp ships to conquer."

He has a serious expression and wants to portray himself as close to life, an experienced and calm collaborator, not an idealist who only cowers and talks.

"No, that's wrong."

Leslie blinked, and picked up the teacup again, the tenderness that turned into teasing.

The fat man was embarrassed to deal with it, and checked with the little servant again, and the servant went to look through the registration list of the auction again, and turned his head to show that it was correct.

"Are you kidding, or do you think I'm lying?"

He plucked up the courage to stir up the topic.

At this moment, there was a faint vibration in the doorway, heavy and savage, and the floor shook.

"Let the maid who delivers the food at the door be quiet, there are people he can't afford to offend, oh, go and buy this thing by the way, and use the name of Lord Leslie."

The fat man reprimanded sharply, and went to observe the captain's expression again.

"When it is sent back to the kingdom to be carved and formed, I will personally select the best one and send it to the bay to give to you. Haha, I can guarantee that as long as you go and check it out, it will definitely be a sixty pulp beast boat. ”

Leslie maintained manners and then wanted to turn the conversation on other businesses.

Ade in the corner of the wall instantly held on to his weapon.

The servant also silently retreated, and rushed to do his master's errand, and when he opened the door, he felt that he was facing a wall.

He slowed down for a while, only to realize that there was an extremely burly person in front of him, and the movement that shook the floor just now was the footsteps of the other party.

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