Only he, Wiener, was taken to the first row by Viscount Liska, which was a great honor!

Without contrast, there is no harm, and in order to demonstrate his superiority, Wiener subconsciously thought of a person. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A gloating smile hung over his lips. Richard, hehehe, do you see?

You decadent defeated dead dog, you can only hide in the corner and look up at my back!

Sitting in the first row of chairs, Wiener assumed a pretending pose, and he saw several beautiful aristocratic ladies approaching him.

Touching his crotch, Wiener knew that tonight was blessed.

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The Blood Tiger, who was sitting in the back, glanced at them enviously.

In terms of true strength, these veteran nobles are the masters of Bekaa City, and the mercenary group is a group of powerful gangsters in their hearts, and they can't stand on the stage.

When the patriarchs of the various noble families took their seats, the quiet hall came alive again.

Subsequently, some arms dealers, businessmen, and bigwigs from all walks of life on the wealthy side arrived one after another and sat in the second row.

Around the auction hall, a group of imposing warriors guarded it, and many young waitresses shuttled through it, serving the adults. The atmosphere at the scene is getting hotter and hotter.

…

It's finally nine o'clock in Norling!

A fat man with a big belly walked up to the high platform, he clapped his hands, the audience was quiet, no one dared not to give him face, and the major viscounts also respected him for three points.

Darcher laughed loudly: "I am the lord of Bekaa City, and over the years, the auction has been a grand ceremony once a year, and I don't think I need to repeat the specific rules." ”

His voice was not loud, but under the amplitude of the power of the fighting spirit, it resounded in all corners of the hall, and his voice was full of qi and quite substantial, and the faces of many strong people changed slightly.

On the fourth row of chairs, the old man of fire and his younger brother Old Man Shui sat together, and said secretly: "Dad, this old pervert is estimated to be about to reach the peak of the ninth level."

Everyone in the audience gave Darcher a lot of face, and the applause was like a torrential rain, and it was endless.

Darcher smiled, and the gentleman bowed, but his fat body looked a little funny.

He cleared his throat and made a gesture of invitation: "Now, let's welcome the auctioneer!" ”

Speaking of auctioneers, most people know that this is the turn of the Blood Tiger Mercenary Group.

It's just that a group of rough men with one brain and no two big characters can get on the stage?

The auctioneer is an honor, but in the hands of mercenaries it is a bit nondescript, which makes people look at jokes.

Although there was applause, it was much more sparse. Everyone sells Darcher's face, but not the face of the blood tiger, and his face can't help but be a little ugly.

Wiener reclined back in her soft chair and waited. Li Skar gave him five hundred gold, plus the savings over the years, a total of more than six hundred gold, he pondered to shoot some materials for making holy patterns, practice a lot, and be promoted to a third-level stigmata master as soon as possible.

Click, crisp footsteps, the auctioneer appeared.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, a young man wearing a decent black tuxedo with a white shirt and a confident smile slowly walked up.

His well-proportioned build, not skinny, not as stout as a mercenary, made the eyes of many noble girls light up, and regardless of his status, such a person must be very powerful in 'some ways'.

Wiener glanced at it casually and was suddenly startled!

His expression froze on his face, and Erlang's crossed legs were slowly lowered unconsciously.

Jers next to him was even more unbearable, and directly lost his voice and said: "How, how could it be him!" ”

He looked at Viscount Liska as if he was asking for help, but the viscount's face was also very gloomy. His fat hand gripped the armrest of the chair, and he thought to himself absurdly: Richard? Why did he appear at auction? This is an annual gathering of the upper class in Bekaa City!

After being expelled from the family, to put it mildly, Viscount Liska thinks that he is not even, has no talent, is lazy to eat, what is the difference between such a person and a moth?

However, Richard stood on the stage, strutting with his head held high, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

He somehow learned a set of aristocratic etiquette, bowing pretendedly, smiling, and showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Holding a magic soundpiece in his hand, he coughed lightly twice, and the sound spread through the hall, very clearly.

"Good morning, ladies and ladies of the nobles, and friends of Beka City."

Richard smiled lightly: "I'm your auctioneer, Richard *sky." ”

Most of the guests didn't know him, so they didn't care too much, and only acted as a helper hired by the Blood Tiger Mercenary Regiment. But Viscount Liska and the others, their expressions are getting darker and darker!

Wiener stared at Richard's chest, her nails clutching her thighs, almost sinking into the flesh unconsciously. Because there, there is a magic level badge, four ears of wheat!

Others don't know Richard's promotion speed, but everyone in Liska's family does. In more than a month, from waste to level four? Did you grow up drinking dragon blood and eating demon cores every day?

Viscount Liska's chubby big fat face, every piece of meat trembling slightly--Ski? His last name is Ski? Bastard, it's only been a few days since you left the family, and you immediately forgot about your roots and ate things inside and out!

The annoyed Viscount overlooked that when he kicked Richard out of the family, according to imperial law, Richard could no longer use the surname 'Liska', and it was only natural to change his surname.

Old Marin glanced at him and said suspiciously, "Is there anything wrong with that guy named Richard?" ”

Jells responded angrily, wanting to tell Richard's nonsense deeds in front of everyone to relieve his anger. Unfortunately, Liska snorted coldly, and the latter's face turned pale with fright.

Viscount Liska scolded in his heart: Jels, you idiot, poking out Richard's matter, doesn't it mean that he has no eyes? A twenty-year-old fourth-level magician is already considered an upper-middle talent.

After thinking about it, the viscount silently comforted himself, it was only level four, which was nothing. Glancing at Wiener, he felt better.

Vena is a Stigmata Master, even if it is only Level 2 at the moment, the future development potential is not comparable to that of a mere magician.

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The old man's eyes bulged, and he said unexpectedly: "Little brother can, such a big formation is not stage fright, and I have the demeanor of an old man." ”

Blood Tiger and the others also showed a relieved smile, originally worried that Richard would be nervous and scared, but now it seems that they are too worried.

Liya pressed her hands on her chest, her eyes were full of little stars, today's brother, seems to be particularly attractive? The figure set off by the tuxedo can make many girls scream.

When Richard took the stage, Darcher sat in the most luxurious chair in the first row of the audience and waited for the auction to begin.

After a few simple opening remarks, Richard finally knocked on the small hammer and said with a smile: "The auction has officially begun." ”

Placing his hands in front of him, Richard's heart chuckled, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he had said half a word correctly.

It's impossible to say that he wasn't nervous, but fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality and slowly adapted to this atmosphere.