Chapter 122: The Auctioneer

After thinking about it for a long time, he stubbornly said, "Richard, I apologize for my previous behavior, this light system demon core, you should come in handy." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Phil pulled out a small glass box from his bosom that contained irregular golden crystals.

Richard smiled playfully, making the latter smirk.

Taking the magic core, he said: "I hope you won't be embarrassed for others in the future, forty gold coins is not a small amount for most people." ā€

Phil nodded repeatedly, with sweat on his forehead: "Got it, got it." Looking at the magic core that was put away by Richard, he was in great pain.

It was a fifth-level light system magic core, with a market price of about one hundred gold coins, and Phil barely bought one with his salary for two years.

After Phil's greeting to the first floor, the sweet lady at the counter looked at them in surprise, Miss remembers, Richard is only a third-level magician? Where did the qualifications come from for Mentor Phil to send it personally?

What's more, the smile on Phil's face is quite sincere, and it has nothing to do with sneering.

In other words, he genuinely admired the young man, not because of background or other factors!

The young lady was secretly surprised, and quickly remembered Richard's face in her heart, and she couldn't be lazy next time she met.

Leah leaned over the table boredly, playing with her long silver hair, and after Richard came down, her eyes lit up, and she was completely tired, and said in surprise: "I passed the assessment." ā€

"Hmm." Richard took her hand and walked away under Phil's gaze.

Tomorrow was the auction, and he was going to say hello to the Blood Tiger.

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Arrive at the Blood Tiger Mercenary Regiment.

"Lord Richard, you're here!"

It was still the sixth-level warrior, he stepped forward enthusiastically, welcomed the two brothers and sisters into the courtyard, and said, "It's just right, the regiment commander is here, it seems that there is something to discuss with you!" ā€

The warrior's enthusiasm seems to have increased a lot more than before, and since seeing the sunken Philosopher's Stone Man, many mercenaries' attitude towards Richard has changed.

A magic swordsman of double cultivation? Even if his future is limited, in the eyes of low-level fighters, he is an invincible existence.

Richard secretly wondered: Is there something wrong with the blood tiger looking for me? Could it be that he wants to challenge the higher World Towers?

Before he knew it, he was in the hall.

Blood Tiger laughed and stood up, "Brother Richard, please in the house!" ā€

At the top of the hall there are three chairs, in the middle of which sit the Blood Tiger, Robes and Rhine on the left and on the right.

The Blood Tiger grabbed two chairs and put them next to them, this kind of treatment made the sixth-level warriors outside the door stunned, Richard's status in the regiment commander's heart was higher than he imagined.

Richard sat down, picked up the tea prepared on the table, and took a sip.

"What is the matter with the Blood Tiger Leader looking for me?"

Speaking of this, the blood tiger touched his head in a wry, Rhine looked embarrassed, and Robes turned his head to hum a ditty, and their various attitudes made Richard have a bad premonition.

Instinctively, he shrank back and said vigilantly, "What do you want to do?" ā€

Blood Tiger smiled, took out a red invitation, and pushed it to Richard: "Brother, you take a look at this first." ā€

This is... An invitation to the auction of the Bekaa Comptoir. But the Blood Tiger sent one a few days ago, what does this one mean?

Confused, he took it, opened the invitation and looked at it, and Richard's face changed.

Nima... This invitation is not a guest, it's an auctioneer!

He stared at the Blood Tiger with wide eyes, only to see this rough man who did not change his face in the face of the earth's violent bear, humming an ugly tune to death, pretending to look at the scenery.

Richard couldn't help but laugh: "The auction of the Bekaa Comptoir? That's where the big guys gather, why is it my turn to be an auctioneer? ā€

Riya blinked her eyes when she heard this, she seemed to know some inside story, and said, "I heard that the auctioneer of Bekaa Comprising House is held by a different force every year..."

Blood Tiger coughed and said, "Yes, this year, it's our turn." ā€

Richard is holding this hot potato, wanting to cry without tears, the other business houses are looking for you, what are you looking for me? There is no one who can use the huge mercenary group?

At this time, Robes's mother-in-law explained bitterly: "Brother Richard, you don't know something. ā€

"As you know, the Bekaa Trading House is jointly organized by the city lord and several nobles, and most of the treasures auctioned are from them."

"If the auction is conducted by their auctioneers, it is inevitable that there will be a suspicion of favoritism, such as deliberately advocating their own goods and belittling the goods of hostile forces..."

"So, for the sake of fairness, the auctioneer is held by forces other than them every year, and they take turns to act."

Blood Tiger interjected and smiled heroically: "In the past, the Blood Tiger Mercenary Group was not a first-line force, but since the Richard brothers helped clear the 20th floor, our reputation has increased, and we have finally squeezed into the list of distinguished customers of the Bekaa Trading House!" ā€

After speaking, he hung his head and spread out his palms the size of two pu fans: "Coincidentally, the selection of the auctioneer fell on our heads. ā€

Richard heard it in a fog, the key point blood tiger has not said? He still said: "Why do you want me to be an auctioneer?" ā€

There are many bigwigs in the trading house, like the patriarch of the Marin family, the patriarch of Liska, the city lord, and the head of the volcano mercenary group, all of them will be present, in case something goes wrong, it will kill people.

Blood Tiger's extremely rare old face flushed: "That, you know, most mercenaries can't read. ā€

Richard was gone.

He didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh. There are dozens of people in your old mercenary group, and none of them are literate? Do you include yourself when you say most of them?

In fact, the people on the Kanoran continent generally have low cultural literacy, and literacy is basically a privilege of the nobility.

Richard looked helplessly at Robes.

Robes' chest straightened, revealing a mouth full of white teeth: "Do you think I can read?" ā€

All right. Richard looked to the next one, Rhine.

Rhine nodded lightly, but the blood tiger's eyes were like copper bells: "This thing is just a lump of eggs, let him go up, it is estimated that he will only read two prepared opening sentences and a brief introduction to the item, and the atmosphere will be cold in an instant, how embarrassing." ā€

Which...

Richard pointed to his nose and looked like he was about to cry: "I'm the only one left?" Can you spend money to find someone else? ā€

Robes patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a wink: "Brother, being an auctioneer is not all bad, at least I have the opportunity to meet all the people, and there are also benefits from the business house." ā€

Richard's heart moved: "What benefit?" ā€

Like an old fox, Robes said step by step: "Seventh-level magic, seventh-level magic core, one piece of equipment enhanced to +7, choose one!" ā€

This... The rewards are huge.

Richard slapped his thigh and said fiercely: "It's done!" ā€

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