Mission Description: (Difficulty: Intermediate/Recommended: Level 7 or higher)

Richard took several deep breaths, his eyes wide open. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I roared in my heart: Dragon, that's a dragon! How precious should the treasure it have collected over the course of its life? Not to mention anything else, its magic core alone can make countless people's eyes red!

The additional bonus is even more exciting, 100 QB, which is the highest reward mission to date.

Similarly, the restrictions are very large, and it is even required to be above level seven, which shows the difficulty.

I touched the round ball in my arms, the size of a fingernail, very smooth, and the tentacles felt very warm.

Hidden in his inner pocket, he didn't dare to look at it until he returned to the village of Badom.

Level 7... Richard pondered, anyway, there was time, and the key couldn't run away in his hand.

Could it be that Darcher is for this ball? He thought to himself, confused.

Unbeknownst to Richard, Darcher was just speculation. In the eyes of such a ninth-level powerhouse, he would not let go of any hope of advancing to the holy level.

Glancing at the magic wall clock on the wall, it was almost open at half past eight o'clock. After calming down, Richard picked up the list of items again and familiarized himself with it in advance.

Staring at something, he smiled.

"Crystallized Shield, you'll be mine in no time."

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In the auction hall on the fifth floor, the crowd rubbed shoulders, bustling, and black.

The sound in the hall was noisy and noisy, like a vegetable market.

More than 300 chairs were full, but anyone who could afford to receive the invitation had a net worth of at least a thousand gold, which was a gathering of the upper class.

Usually the major aristocratic patriarchs who don't see the head and tail of the dragon appear one by one.

Many young and beautiful ladies in dresses formed a group like yellow warblers, smiling and smiling, eye-catching.

With only half a year to go before the auction began, everyone took their seats early to chat about the recent events in the city and discuss what precious items will appear.

The Blood Tiger Mercenary Group sat in a relatively high position, and there were three of them, namely the Blood Tiger with the Great Malaysia Golden Knife sitting in the center, and Robes and Rhine on both sides.

Leah wasn't with them.

She knew that Wiener and the others would also come. Richard wasn't around, and Leah was a little scared and didn't want to see their faces.

The girl sat in the back.

However, even if she tried to find a corner location and her delicate face, she still made Liya very conspicuous, and provoked a group of angry aristocratic brothers to come over and talk.

Of course, after they were warned by the murderous Blood Tiger, they were all so frightened that no one dared to approach them again.

Leah was quiet, and the sounds of discussion around her were heard.

"I don't know what treasures will appear in this auction, I'm so excited."

"Last year's finale was a set of Holy Emblems by Master Tris, which fetched a sky-high price of 10,000 gold coins."

"Hehe, I'm here this time mainly to get some magic recovery potions, the price in the black market has been speculated, and no one buys it at all."

"Oh, I bought a pair of magic armor, I'm a warrior."

Suddenly, the lively chatting came to an abrupt end, and the entire hall fell silent inexplicably, and the air became much heavier.

Leah turned her head strangely.

An old man with a white staff walked in calmly.

He has a black mole on his eyebrows, and his face has a look of arrogance that cannot be concealed, as if the people around him are garbage, and he is the most awesome.

This man is Tris, the Great Stigmata.

The crowd looked at him with awe in their eyes. This old man is famous in the city and has friendships with many strong people, even if the lord of Bekaa City, Darcher, sees him, he has to be polite.

Behind Tris, followed by his chief follower, the eighth-level warrior Ai.

The crowd parted and gave way to the road. Tris walked straight forward and sat down in the first row of chairs as a matter of course.

As he passed by Blood Tiger and the others, Tris snorted, and hatred appeared in his eyes. He still can't forget what happened that day at the Tower of the World.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder: When did the Blood Tiger Mercenary Group and Tris get married?

This question was quickly resolved, because the big names appeared one after another, which was dizzying, and it was difficult to catch a breath.

The first to arrive was Viscount Marin.

He was a tall, thin man with a hooked nose, thin lips, and a chill from his body.

Viscount Marin walked to the front row and greeted Triss nonchalantly.

Secondly, there is the Viscount of Zarna. He was a kind-faced, gray-bearded old man, who seemed to have a good relationship with Tris, and they laughed at each other before taking their seats.

One of the people who came from behind was a fat man.

Leah's eyes twitched, and she stared at the man, Viscount Liska!

And behind him... Wiener.

is also a fat man, Viscount Liska has less domineering than the city lord and a little more calm. He walked to the front row, seemed to be more familiar with Viscount Marin, and said with a smile: "Old Marin, you came early." ”

Viscount Marin snorted: "The ugly words are ahead, don't fight with me for magic armor this time." You know, I have a lot of fighters in my family. ”

Viscount Liska smiled, and his fat body trembled: "Then it depends on your ability." ”

Pointing to the two young men behind him, he said with some smugness: "Introduction, this is Wiener, a second-level stigmata master. His teacher once praised Wiener for his talent and hope to be promoted to the seventh level in twenty years. ”

Viscount Marin laughed dryly, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

Liska patronized the introduction of Wiener, but did not say a word about the other young man, Gilles, and the difference in treatment between the two was too obvious.

Jells bowed wryly: "Hello Uncle Marin, I'm Jells, Wiener's younger brother. ”

With a faint oh, Viscount Marin didn't even look at it. Instead, he thought: Wiener has a very high status in Liska's heart, and even a brother who has no talent dares to bring it to auction.

The two juniors sat down with Viscount Liska, Wiener had a look of extreme pride on his face, and he was the only young man who could sit in the first row!

His position has been affirmed by Viscount Liska, and the position of patriarch is almost secure.

Glancing at the excited, somewhat dancing Jales, Wiener's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm.

If he hadn't begged as a relative, how would Wiener have brought him along? All I heard was a happy whisper from Jels, "Brother Wiener, behold, it's Lord Tris, and it's the first time I've been so close to him. ”

Hearing this, Wiener despised it in his heart and felt that Jels was unworthy of cultivation. Great Stigmata? It won't take twenty years, and so will I!

Their status is very different.

From this auction, Liska gave Wiener the right to embezzle five hundred gold coins, and Jels was only one hundred, and it is not difficult to see how much the viscount values him. Even took it out separately and brought it up to Marlin.

Wiener is not without arrogance, this is the stage that only the top big names can play, on the other hand, they bring very few young people, and they sit in the fourth row or the back seat.