Webster, as the great nobleman of the San Carlos Islands, although his true status is in dire straits, the news has not yet reached the mainland, and the major forces in Brut City have limited attention to the overseas islands, so they are not known.

Based on the inherent knowledge of Webster's past, the various forces present did not want to offend him too much, and in fact, the shark man did not have much effect on land warfare, so except for Webster, the rest of the people were actually of limited interest in this shark man!

"One and a half million dollars, the third time, deal!"

In the silence, the stall owner struck the little golden hammer.

In this way, Corondo Webster managed to sell the first two lots of the auction for a total of 1.7 million dollars, but also gave up the competition for the third lot.

But even then, he did not withdraw immediately, but waited quietly for the third lot to be used for the finale.

……

The appearance of this third lot took some time.

The two guards who carried her up not only wore gas masks, but also surrounded the girl with a chair with six transparent sheets to prevent the hypnotic powder she released from hypnotizing her.

When she got on stage, the little girl looked around with wide eyes, and in addition to the rejection of strangers, there was also a little curiosity in her eyes.

When the stall owner began to introduce her, everyone, including Su Xian, was watching her carefully.

Outwardly, she is only about six or seven years old, her short ear-length hair leaves neat flat bangs on her forehead, and her hair color is different from the traditional light color of the Longen Kingdom, between blue and green, and has a transparent texture like her skin, as if it can pass through the light.

Because she can't make a sound, has a stubborn personality, rejects outsiders, and refuses to communicate, even the stall owner himself doesn't know the real name of the little girl, and only temporarily calls her "No. 17" according to the serial number on the roster.

No. 17 was found in a hurricane-stricken town, and when the first witnesses spotted her, she was sitting in the rubble, quiet as an inconspicuous yellow flower on the background wall.

The source of the hurricane is unknown, the intensity is unknown, it is only known that after the hurricane, the entire town was razed to the ground, and no one survived except for the 17th.

Witnesses found her while trying to pick up valuables from the rubble, and then took her to the police station, where she was transferred to an orphanage, where she was lucky enough to be adopted, and then sold to the Trident.

Procedurally, in addition to the fact that "human trafficking" does not comply with the law, the process by which the "Trident" obtained her is quite legitimate.

And after taking it into his pocket, the "Trident" will naturally study her.

Results of the study......

Well, it was she who was sent to the auction.

For some reason, the "Trident" abandoned her and sent her to the black market for auction.

As for what the reason is, of course, the stall owner will not say much.

In short, the auction began, and the starting price was 440,000 yuan.

……

The people who came here to participate in the auction had more or less gathered information about her, and had some considerable knowledge of her "extraordinary power", so the bidding for her was almost instantaneous.

The atmosphere became tense.

Su Xian held his hands on his chest, watching the "numbers" climb steadily, and his heart was full of waves.

In the end, no matter how much this "number" jumps, he will not be surprised, because this number 17 is a real transcendent.

Rarity is value, and in this era when transcendents are still pitifully rare, a truly powerful transcendent is priceless.

……

The auction process for this last lot alone lasted for half an hour, and when the final bidding became astronomical, everyone's tone was extremely heavy when bidding.

This is the consequence of forcibly using money to measure "what money cannot measure".

Su Xian was no longer interested in that string of numbers.

He was now just waiting for the auction to end, for Corondo Webster to take Mefa and Sharkman out of the black market.

Finally, the stall owner slammed the small golden hammer in his hand and announced the end of the auction.

The man who won the bid slammed to his feet, and he could be heard exhaling a long breath visibly, and then the guards next to him lifted the boxes of cash and followed him straight onto the stage.

He obviously didn't have the patience to wait any longer, and was ready to pay the money directly and deliver the goods with the other.

And Corondo Webster also flew to the back of the stage after this, ready to take his goods.

In the end, none of the people who managed to get a lot left the show, some of them stood quietly, some of them still sitting, but without exception they were all glued to the transaction on the stage.

It's not over yet.

Or maybe the drama has just begun.

……

This is the status quo of this era, and the order above the surface is far from being able to hide the squalor and chaos beneath the surface.

……

Su Xian observed everyone's demeanor and was sure that the existence of No. 17 had attracted the attention of almost everyone.

It's a good thing, no one overlaps with his goals.

He was the only one eyeing Corondo Webster.

Before anyone could act, he stood up and then retreated into the rear.

Corondo was ordering his men to put Miffa Ferinx in a bag.

Of the three items, she is the easiest to handle.

Then there are the shark men in the bathtub, who have to cover the tub with a layer of cloth, tie it up with rope, and carry the tub away with a group of people.

But it was already quite simple, and the people there had to buy gas masks from stall owners at a high price in order to carry No. 17.

Subsequently, they each bought a cart and put the goods on the cart to take away.

Corondo moved faster, and together with his men, he escorted the cart through the black market, scrutinizing his surroundings with great vigilance, especially the rear.

But fortunately, no one followed them.

They pushed the goods out of the black market all the way to the ground, a deserted mass grave.

At the moment, there are still people coming in and out, and the black market is far from closing.

After leaving the entrance a short distance from the entrance, Corondo and the others stopped to talk, and then one of them walked out, quickly blended in with the crowd, and re-entered the black market.

And Corondo left quickly with the rest of his men.

Although Webster's power is great, it is not in the city of Brut after all, they are outsiders here.

It is inevitable that the night will be long, and the goods must be brought to the port as soon as possible and left by boat.

"Boom!"

There was thunder in the sky, the rain suddenly became heavier, and the ground quickly became muddy.

"Damn it."

Corondo glanced up at the dark clouds and quickened his pace with a curse.

Their carriage was parked in the alley ahead, and as long as they got into the carriage, it would be difficult for those who were improvised to catch up, and he would be able to settle down for the time being.

Among the two cargoes photographed tonight, the shark man will be researched and developed as a strategic weapon.

Another special person, Mifa Firinx, will be used by him as a sacrifice to that god.

But he didn't know that an invisible eye was always hanging over their heads.

And in the middle of the alley, on top of the carriage with Webster's logo torn off, there was already a person.