The parchment scroll, which the auctioneer called the 'Scroll of Revelation', caused a ripple in the crowd when it appeared, and a low exclamation spread like ripples, quickly reaching the ears of Brando's party, letting it be known that the auctioneer had at least succeeded in attracting the attention of most people in the first place.

But people whispered, but most of them didn't move. The nobles who were willing to compete for the scroll generally had some family background, and these people sat in the boxes above for a long time, waiting for the first bidder.

"Most of the elemental revelation scrolls are the work of the goblins of the crystal tundra, and there is a quota every year, originally for the sake of replenishing more subordinate elementals within the clan - but there are actually quite a few scrolls that flow out privately like this every year." The cripple explained.

"Then why don't they do more?" Roman asked.

"Making the Elemental Revelation Scroll requires the consumption of the magic of the elemental pool, which is not an insignificant matter for high-level elemental envoys." Charles replied.

"What's more, using the Elemental Scroll to forcibly conclude the Elemental Contract, although ordinary people can succeed, there is a limit to what they can achieve in their lifetime. It won't be much better than the average person, and the more such scrolls, the better. He continued.

Bartoum, Antitina, and Roman were fascinated by the fact that they had no idea that a small scroll would have such a provenance. Charles and Brando had heard of it for a long time, but Brando replied anyway:

"I just didn't expect Praggs to see this."

The cripple's sense of smell was as sharp as that of a stealing mouse, and he could tell that the young man's insight in Brando's words was far more than just a small place like Praguez—though for Roman and Antitina it was almost a big city they had ever seen—he thought for a moment and asked, "My lord, are you interested in that thing?" ”

"A little."

"And how about I get my people to bid?" The cripple asked.

Brando thought about it for a moment and nodded. The land price of the Scroll of Revelation was five thousand tors, and each increase was five percent of the reserve price, so at the cripple's signal, his men quickly raised a sign on the other side.

Five thousand.

However, with the first forerunner, the price quickly went up, and the quotations from the boxes on the second and third floors soon came, and a round of brushes, and before the auctioneer had time to raise the hammer, the price had already reached the position of eight thousand tors.

The offer went almost all the way around this 'small theater' and then went back to Brando. The cripple turned his head and looked at him with inquiring eyes, he thought for a moment, nodded and compared a number.

The people over there held up signs.

Eight thousand five hundred.

Antitina's expression changed slightly.

Little Roman was indifferent.

Bartom had a playful look on his face.

But soon the voice in the box on the second floor came from the auctioneer's assistant reading the offer: nine thousand tors. The nobles in the box had become a little impatient.

The second round of competition lost its obvious taste of temptation, almost blood, the voice of the quotation was more and more cold, and the number gradually increased; Starting from 9,000 tors, almost every time the original price has increased by 10 percent, 10,000, 11,000, 12,000......

The auctioneer and assistant all seemed a little calm, but there was no need for introduction at the moment, and the competition was entering a white-hot stage. But the price is clearly not where these people want it to be.

A faint voice came from the fourth box from the left, fifteen thousand.

It's like the last drum beat in a storm, and when the next rain passes, the wind and the rain stop. The black-pressed group of people sitting below felt suffocated like the audience in the theater, thinking that this was a hammer.

The cripple smacked his mouth, then turned his head back.

Brando frowned, it was a question of whether it was worth exchanging 16,000 Thor for 2,000 XP. But he only hesitated for a moment, and then patted the back of his hand gently.

The cripple man once again raised his card:

Sixteen thousand tors.

The crowd suffocated slightly, understanding that it had reached a critical juncture.

The auctioneer's assistant couldn't help but mutter, "Is the cripple crazy, we didn't let him do that, those nobles will be upset—"

The auctioneer yelled at his young assistant: "There is someone behind him." ”

As Brando gestured, Antitina and Bartom both looked back at him, wondering why the young knight had a soft spot for the scroll, if he wanted to be an elemental?

But didn't that wizard apprentice say that even a low-level elemental envoy who opened it with a revelation scroll would have limited achievements after all. This kind of stuff is actually for gifted people - it can save the time wasted in the accumulation phase of the human element of the gifted person.

Brando didn't explain, though.

Charles didn't need to explain, he certainly understood why the young man had a soft spot for that scroll.

The cripple's bid made the voice in the upper bread room pause slightly, and the nobles seemed to be considering who this sudden competitor was, but only for a moment, the bid fell on the heads of the people below.

Eighteen thousand tors.

It is still the fourth box from the left. The cripple put his mouth to Brando's ear and whispered, "Baron Donal, the family has several estates near Pragues, he himself has some property in Pragues, and he is also a member of the Pragues Local Council, his father and grandfather both held this role-"

Brando nodded, there were many of these local gentry Eruin anywhere, but it was like a small baron who was not going to fight over a scroll, and the other party might be the agent of some big man.

He was slightly stunned, the price had risen to twenty-one, and a knight in the box on the third floor and the baron were obviously in agreement.

In the midst of the two people's verbal quarrels, the quotation rose all the way to 26,000 tors, but the big names in the box on the first floor finally took over, and the quotation seemed to have become a knife at this moment, and a knife waved above the heads of the audience below, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the astronomical figure of 40,000 tors.

During this period, Brando participated again when he was about 20,000 tols, but was immediately brushed by the nobles' agents, and then this scroll was sold for a sky-high price of 42,000 torls, which made it a little pity for the young man.

After all, it's two thousand experiences, and it's good if you can buy it with twenty or thirty thousand tors. However, more than 40,000 is a bit nerve-wracking, and it will even affect his plans, so Brando gritted his teeth and had to give up the deal.

It's just that his face is silent, but he didn't give Antitina and the cripple any clues, just that this young man has a rich family and doesn't take this money as money.

The first small climax of the auction was followed by the smooth transition that Brando had expected, followed by several successive transactions, all of which cost between a few thousand and ten thousand tors.

The trading was unremarkable, and everyone in the room seemed a little bored. But the cripple could find something to do, and he explained the origin of these things to Brando and the others—he might not be able to tell if a magic ring that glowed like a candle was the product of the workshop, but he could at least say—what kind of stolen goods it was, and what the nobles had secretly leaked out.

Antitina, Little Roman, and Bartom all listened with great interest, and only Brando and Chardo discussed the origin of those things.

They once mentioned Tamar, and they couldn't help but feel a little sorry that the alchemist was not able to go because he was so dedicated to his work, otherwise there would probably be something he liked among the few magical items that were sold before.

Then the second climax of the auction soon came, this time a necklace, a few stones strung together by a rough rope to be exact, and the unreadable might miss this good thing, but Brando almost didn't scream when he saw the necklace.

Rock Corps necklace.

This thing is used in conjunction with the 'Stone Lair' created by the seventeenth level alchemy, and it can reduce the materials consumed by the stone statues produced in the 'Stone Lair' by fifty percent, which also increases the production in disguise.

As he explained the purpose of the necklace to the others, Roman and Charles were fine, but Bartoum and Antitina's eyes quickly lit up. One of them is a mercenary who has been in contact with war all year round, and the other is a young lady who has received an aristocratic education, and of course understands the role of this necklace for a territory.

Warnde, the war is waged on three sources.

One is people, the second is amber rough, the third is one qiē other strategic materials, and the fourth is the 'nest'.

It is needless to explain that in the almost infinite expanse of kindness, the productive forces brought about by the power of the magic have given birth to a population far beyond the limitations of this era, and they are the basis of the potential for war between nations and between territories.

The amber rough is separated from the Mill ore, which is the associated ore of a series of metals such as silver, gold, and copper, and this transparent amber-like crystal has the ability to store magic power, and Antitina's 'magic power transfer device' is designed to transform the power of this rough stone.

It is the basis for the prosperity of the magic system of an intelligent creature on the earth, and it is also the blood of this 'industrial system'.

Other resources, food, metal, timber and stone, were common strategic resources even on the planet where Brando was originally located, and were themselves reserved for war.

But the latter point, 'lair', is a complex and very different concept from the war we know - but Brando, as a player, is familiar with it -

In fact, when it comes to lairs, we have to start with the origin of Vaughnd's world.

How does chaos exist, and how does order arise?

How does the magic work on the earth, where are the monsters born, and how are their 'nests' used by humans.