The information that Diess wants is never delayed for more than a day.

In fact, five hours after being separated from Garon, he knew the details of the target.

It is a beautiful gem that is said to appear as the grand finale in the city's autumn auctions, and the owner of it is unknown.

It's a pity that it is Dees who has the information now, and he doesn't know how many civilians there are in the city, but how many people who walked into the city were something he couldn't afford to mess with, and he could count it with his fingers.

Of these people, he had met more or less, but there was only one guy who could do things so secretively.

The owner of the Moonlight Auction House, Budol.

Dees had never seen him, and even the information about him in his hands did not add up to two digits, all of which was meaningless information that he came on a certain day in a certain month and that he was gone on a certain day in such a certain month.

Its low-key level is almost comparable to that of a city lord who has not seen a person for thousands of years.

However, the lord of the city would occasionally give some instructions to his subordinates, but Budol had no intention of running a moonlight auction house.

Auctions that add up to no more than 12 auctions a year are not enough compared to the proceeds from casinos and night markets.

If it weren't for the fact that the auction hall was big enough to be useful for some large-scale events, this place would have been dilapidated a long time ago.

But that's it, no one has made a move on the moonlight store, and the energy behind Budol can be seen.

"Tsk, I'm in trouble."

Dees muttered that he didn't like to be a head bird, because recklessness would invite disaster.

Only this time, it seems that I can't dodge.

- Moonlight Venue, Autumn Auction.

Although there are more than a dozen auctions in the venue every year, the autumn auction in October is the grandest.

Before the auction begins, there will be a lot of hype in the city, and with it information about all kinds of treasures, which is undoubtedly a good opportunity for civilians to increase the conversation.

Even if you can't get it, it's good to have an eye addiction and a mouth addiction.

They ordered a pot of turbid wine in front of the surrounding small shops or taverns early, and then three or two people gathered at a table and looked in the direction of the venue from a distance, pointing and pointing.

There is a large circular venue, built on a steep slope, and if you want to enter it, you can't climb from the bottom, but you can only go to the other side of the hill through a tunnel dug by hand to reach the center of the circle of the venue.

Then, walking through the entrance of the circle and walking through the two five-meter-high gates, you can see dozens of concentric circles spreading out from the center, and thousands of seats spread out on the ring.

However, even with so many seats, it is not possible to fill more than half of the seats every year.

The reason for this is nothing more than the disparity in status.

First of all, the commoners are bound to be eliminated, they are a symbol of poverty, and naturally they are not allowed to set foot in this place.

After that, there were the commoners, and the venue did not completely prohibit their existence, but it was intended to appease the lower classes in the city and fill the void in popularity.

As a result, the theater will choose a small number of people to share some of the work as temporary servants during the auction, and wait early to enter the venue.

They don't have their own seats, so they stand quietly when they don't have a place to use, and when necessary, they serve the guests as the theater teaches.

It's a complete servant role, but it's still a lot of people who want it, because it's the only place where they can socialize with the upper classes and get paid a lot of money.

Above the commoners, the merchants with small wealth or the children of the declining nobles are the owners of most of the seats.

They do not have strong purchasing power, and most of the purpose of entering the theater is to connect with big business groups, or to connect with high-ranking elites, so as to regain the glory of the past or the ambition in their hearts.

For those with a higher status, the VIP area on the second floor can be reached through nine corridors that divide the circular area.

It has a wide view and plenty of space, and offers excellent drinks and sweets.

Dis and Garon were going to the designated area on the second floor at the moment, and along the way, Dis was whispering to Garon about the situation, not noticing a few figures walking at the end of the corridor.

A shadow narrowly collided with Dies, let out a soft snort, and after standing still, he said angrily,

"Hey, don't you all look at the road?"

Dice turned his face and looked at the little girl in gothic outfit with interest,

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a rock or something, and I almost kicked it away."

The little girl's eyes widened, the tip of her nose twitched slightly, one hand pointing at Dis, her lips slightly open but unable to spit out a word.

She's angry!

No one had ever dared to speak to her like this, and unfortunately no one had taught her many swearful words, so for a moment she was stunned in place, looking extremely angry and not knowing what to do.

"Dilian, it's almost time, let's go."

Behind the little girl, there came a beautiful woman, about twenty years old, with long black hair hanging down to her waist, a long black dress that wrapped her slender and graceful figure well, and a hazy halo seemed to flow on her fair skin.

She looked up, her delicate face indifferent, glanced at Dis and Garon, and then walked to the other side, without the slightest intention of arguing with the two.

When the little girl heard the words of the woman in the black dress, she glared at Dis fiercely with anger, and followed.

"The little girl has a big temper~" Diese smiled, turned around and saw that Garon was still looking at the woman in black, and couldn't help but slap it.

"Hey, I haven't eaten the bowl yet, so I saw what was in the pot?"

Garon came back to his senses, looking pensive,

"I feel like I've seen her somewhere, strange ......"

"Well, so do I."

"Really?"

"Of course, every time I meet a beautiful woman, I feel like I've seen it." Dees smiled with a look of disdain.

Garon sighed, and without explaining anything, he walked forward first.

Dies, who followed him, glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the woman in black, he was very unfamiliar with the woman, but faintly felt an uncomfortable aura from her.

Like, death-like feeling.

When they arrived at the VIP area, the two walked into the room that Xiluda had already booked.

Although Diess was able to book a three-story luxury area, he had to keep a low profile for another purpose this time.

Surprisingly, before the two of them could sit down, Shiluda was already frowning.

"The main lord has appeared?"

Dees asked, and Garon looked at Heroda as well.

The tip of Syruda's nose twitched slightly, and she asked.

"Where did you come from, with such a strong smell of perfume on your body?"

“......”

"Just now we we-",

"Ahem," Dees interrupted Garon with a slight cough, "and there are a lot of people in this place, probably in the hallway." ”

Hiluda nodded, and didn't continue to ask. Garon looked at Diess for some reason, not understanding why his friend was stopping him.

I just met a woman on the way, so far.

Dees sighed secretly in his heart, some things are getting darker and darker, why should he explain them so clearly?

"Has the auction started?"

Dees asked, and Hyluda shook her head and was about to say something when the lights dimmed in the room.

Soon the room was filled with buzz, and most people understood that the preparations for the auction were over.

As for Garon, he was staring at a room on the opposite third floor at the moment.

"I think the person you're looking for has arrived."