To be honest, Heathfield didn't want to make this trip, but after some weighing, he did.

As the initiator and organizer of the auction, the Champs-Élysées must at least pay the full amount to the consignor of the looted lot, that is, Moria, according to the price in the world, but the problem is that no one can say the price of the priceless ancient slate, and there has never been a precedent for reference.

The last one who stole the ancient holy stone tablet from Luschia was also the dark elves, and their fate was even worse, it was Kuga who was teleported over, even if the battle took place in the base camp of the dark elves, no one could stop the most powerful lizard warrior, it is said that there were three legendary powerhouses who died on the spot, and there were countless other high-level and middle-level powerhouses, and the "Hand of the Gods" became famous in a battle, which also proved the importance of the ancient holy stone tablet from the side.

This time it was the same, the lizardmen once again descended from the sky, and cleanly snatched back their own holy relics, so that the "ruins of the Three Towers" had no temper at all, and they couldn't go to "Luschia" to chase it back, it would really be sent to death.

The thing must be gone, and you can only pay for it.

If the client of the tablet is someone else, Heathfield can also consider threatening to lower the price, or simply send a halfling assassin to kill him.

Who is Morea? The mastermind behind the largest chamber of commerce in the "Ruins of the Three Towers", the daughter of the head of the Fallen Heart family, let alone sending assassins, can't even suppress people with power, after all, when it comes to assassination, the dark elves are experts, and their professionalism is not inferior to the rat people "Aishin Clan", Heathfield doesn't want to get up one morning and have his head cut off first.

Of course, if he doesn't admit it, then the reputation of the "Champs-Elysées" and his president of parliament will be completely ruined, and who dares to come here to entrust the auction in the future will even affect the prestige of the entire "ruins of the three towers", and the gains outweigh the losses.

Because of this, since he couldn't hide, he took the initiative to come to the door and lowered his posture, hoping that the other party would not open his mouth.

But his deliberate gesture did not confuse the dark elves.

Don't look at Moria's recovery from serious injuries, her spirit seems to be a little sluggish, but when it comes to things related to money, her whole body becomes a dagger that is about to be unsheathed, sharp and deadly.

As soon as he saw her like this, Heathfield had a sense of foreboding, this matter was not easy today, the other party was not as young as he thought, he was easy to talk at a young age, and he might still be a difficult opponent.

Soon the facts that followed proved that his premonition was not accurate at all, and where it was difficult, it was simply terrible.

No matter what the halfling council leader used, crying poverty, threatening, begging for mercy, and apologizing, the dark elves on the other side were unmoved, and completely rejected his proposal to pay the debt with money or slaves, and only accepted one method of compensation.

Although Moria's voice was still weak, his tone was very firm, and there was no room for bargaining.

"Chief, don't talk in vain, my conditions are clear, give me the Champs-Elysées, or you will wait for the revenge of the family, and unless you kill us all now, the Chamber of Commerce of the Forsaken will immediately withdraw from the "Ruins of the Three Towers", and those who come to the black market to buy slaves and have fun will soon find out, even if they have gold coins and dimensional stones on them, they will not find a place to spend them. ”

The Dark Elves are not hiding at all, and the Champs-Elysées, the undisputed leader of all the auction houses on the black market, is her target.

The reason why she has such a tough attitude, and even threatens to come out, in addition to knowing that the other party is jealous of the Fallen Heart and the strength of the Forsaken Chamber of Commerce, there is also a handle in her own hands.

"Yinnarus."

Moriah stood up suddenly, and her movements were clearly not sharp enough.

The old butler standing behind her bowed slightly when he heard this, indicating that he was at his disposal.

"If I'm not mistaken, when we took the ancient holy stone slab to auction before, what price did the council president give?"

"Miss Moria, the first time the council president said that he would buy it directly with 100,000 dimensional stone coins, and you refused, and later increased it to 150,000, but it was still refused."

Yin Naruth had a faint smile on his face, but Heathfield, who was opposite him, had a big change in face and secretly screamed badly.

"That's right, Council Leader, you also expressed your understanding at the time, indicating that everyone thinks that if the stone slab is put at auction, it will definitely be able to fetch a price of more than 150,000 dimensional stones."

The dark elves were radiant at this time, and the weakness and paleness on their faces were all gone, as if a super powerful instant recovery spell had been applied.

Heathfield was already in a mess at this time, and he did say this at the time, and it was precisely because it was too expensive that he gave up buying it directly and put it at auction, wanting to take the opportunity to advertise it for his own auction house.

Moriah did not miss this good opportunity, and took advantage of the victory to pursue, and she continued as she walked towards the halfling with her long legs:

"Our Chamber of Commerce has a monopoly on 70% of the slave trade in the ruins of the Three Towers, and 80% of the brothels in the black market, there are a total of thirteen shops, each of which is in the most prime location, Yin Naruth, you told me yesterday, what is the total valuation?"

"One million eight hundred thirty-nine thousand six hundred gold crowns."

The old butler did not hesitate to give a fairly precise number.

The Halfling Council Leader had understood what the other party meant, and the vampire lady who was sitting next to her had a playful smile on her face, but it drew an angry scar from another young lady from the Fallen Heart, Liadrin.

Soon Moriath was in front of Heathfield, her well-developed stature that made the halfling even shorter.

"Although the Champs-Elysées is the largest auction house in the ruins of the Three Towers, you won't think it's worth more than our entire chamber of commerce, even if it's worth 1.6 million gold coins, it's exactly the same as the price you paid for the slate before, so it's fair, by the way, I haven't counted the difference between the dimensional stone and the gold kronor."

"This ......"

Even though Heathfield is cunning and cunning, after the hole cards are completely mastered by the other party, he can't do anything, so he can only prevaricate and say that he can't be the master.

Although he is nominally the owner behind the Champs-Elysees, in fact the auction house belongs to the Halfling Presbyterian Church, and he really has no right to call the shots.

Moriah also guessed that he would say that, so she bent down and whispered something in the other person's ear.

Although she and Liadlin both wore loose robes due to their injuries, they still drew a beautiful curve.

This sentence completely broke Heathfield's defenses.

"Within three days, if this is done, I will leave you ten percent of the shares in the Champs-Élysées, and if it is more than three days, then the money will be gone."