The emcee's roar resounded through the dome of the venue, as if he was about to use his last breath to shout the news of the deal through the entire city of Hurenger, and the crowd in the hall of the venue also erupted into enthusiastic cheers with his enthusiastic atmosphere, and then after this cheer lasted for a while, he felt that it was a bit excessive, so he changed to thunderous applause to congratulate Finn.

The first floor of the venue was thunderous with applause, and the owner of the first box on the second floor from the right stood in front of the window of the box and looked down on the panoramic view of the first floor, shaking his head in the pupils of his eyes full of unreasonableness.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed it......"

The owner of the box was a young man about the same age as Finn, his name was Anthony, and he came from the famous Durion family in the Violet Kingdom. His father was Conlot Durien, the owner of the title of Duke of Gorantia, one of the important vassals of the kingdom, and quite a respected nobleman in the country.

Anthony tried to suppress his deep displeasure as he recalled his father's teachings, and the dissolute prodigal son tried to keep himself from the loss in that round of bidding, but he felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust as he looked at the crowd applauding Finn below the box, and the nameless flame was gathering in his heart to make him realize that it was in vain.

Since he was a child, where did he suffer this kind of loss when he was raised by status and money?

"Poof——!

"A half-goblin slave is worth a thousand gold coins? A half-goblin slave is worth a thousand gold coins!? Yes?! The son of the Duke of Gorantia suddenly erupted, he turned around angrily, grabbed a cup in his hand and slammed it on the ground, the metal iron cup hit the floor of the box with a crisp sound, "A fool who doesn't understand anything, he doesn't take people seriously when he holds a check in his hand?" His brain is in water! ”

"Young Master." The old butler, who was standing on the side, stepped forward calmly, "Please pay attention to your manners. The lord warned you to keep your temper in check, have you forgotten? ”

"But I can't stand to be defeated by a fool!" The duke's son looked back with a crossbow, "And I must be defeated by him, because I have to keep my sanity, and I know that I must not smash a thousand gold coins on a lowly slave!" ”

"Then you've kept your sanity." The old butler bowed his head respectfully in front of him, and his tone was obedient but not assertive, "Young master, a slave is nothing to the Durion family, and the same is true for a thousand gold coins. You are the de jure heir to a family, a title, and a duke of Golantia, and this little thing is not worth your life. ”

"But I just can't get angry."

"Let's think about it from a different perspective. Your last 900 gold coins have made your opponent lose more than expected, and it is your opponent who really suffers the loss, and you are the winner of this competition, aren't you? ”

The heir of the Dourion family was stunned.

As the old butler said, Anthony Durrien certainly did not want to buy the half-fairy girl on the booth with an attitude of not giving in. In addition to the first two bids, the bidding between him and Finn was completely to maliciously raise the price with Finn, intending to make Finn lose even more, and the final offer of 900 gold coins was also thrown out on the basis of believing that Finn would still bid 1,000. In this way, it seems that his goal has been achieved, but it is not very good-looking on the surface.

The duke's son raised his hand and pinched his chin, and two blue eyes rolled in his sockets, and he thought, "Hmm...... That's true. ”

Then, he seemed to finally agree with the old butler's statement in his heart, as if he wanted to find a reason to comfort himself and deliberately let the servants in the box hear: "Well, as all of you know, I am a nobleman of the kingdom, I must be elegant, pay attention to my demeanor, and naturally disdain to rob slaves with a madman." This is the end of the matter, it is not worth mentioning my life, and no one needs to mention it again. ”

The servants standing on either side of the box door and in the four corners of the room looked at each other and smiled, and then returned to their proper poker faces.

After deftly explaining his gaffe, Anthony turned back and sat down on the soft seat in front of the windowsill. He persuaded himself to calm down, his eyes looked down the window at the bustling hall of the venue, and suddenly something occurred in his head.

"Pombo."

"I'm here, young master."

"Your illness...... How's it going? Anthony asked, turning her head.

"The situation is not very optimistic, and the condition seems to be deteriorating." The old butler named Pombo smiled wryly.

Just four days earlier, upon his arrival in Hurenger, the old butler of the Dourion family had fallen ill with a strange local illness in Hurenger. The old butler's skin gradually appeared bloated purple patches, and his body slowly deteriorated, and after a while of inquiry, he learned that he was entangled in the purple spot disease that was circulating in the local area.

"Then we'll be back tomorrow." "When you get back to Orran, the family doctor will examine the cause of the disease, and my father will surely find the most pious priest in Golanthia to help you get rid of the disease," Anthony said. ”

"Okay, young master." The old butler nodded gratefully, "When I get back to the inn tonight, I'll pack up." ”

As the words fell, he stood respectfully beside Anthony's soft seat as before.

The duke's son glanced up at the old butler his father had arranged beside him, then withdrew his gaze and turned to look at one wall on the side of the box.

The second private room on the second floor of the venue, from the right. He recalled for a moment, and remembered that the owner of the box not only did not bid for any sale from the beginning to the end, but also did not even open the door of the box when he formed a temporary alliance with other rich people, as if the man's box had hidden some secret that had aroused his curiosity for a while.

"Buy nothing...... Hehe, I really don't know what my neighbor is waiting for. After a while, the aristocratic young master from the Durien family shook his head helplessly, then stretched and leaned back on the back of the soft seat, and then cast his eyes out of the window of the box.

Outside the window of the box, in the hall on the first floor of the auction venue, the staff at the booth opened the iron cage that imprisoned the half-fairy little girl, and then put a leather collar with a chain around the little girl's neck, and led the little slave who was sold for 1,000 gold coins out of the cage on the cart and brought it to the stage.

The staff walked down the aisle of the venue holding the chain that connected the collar, and the little girl controlled by hallucinogenic drugs followed behind the staff in a daze, and her two little feet walked forward in confusion under the pull of the chain, and it was not long before she was led to Finn's seat by the staff who walked in front.

"She's yours, sir." The staff led the little girl to Finn, then leaned forward and handed Finn the chain in his hand.

Fain looked at the little girl, and then looked up at the smiling staff, and neither he, nor Arroyo, Arya, nor Raymond could notice that the eyes and applause of the spectators were not only congratulatory, but also full of sarcasm and ridicule, as if they were saying in unison: "Look, this is this fool, he paid a thousand gold coins for a slave, stupid and cute." ”

Fein focused on the little girl's eyes for a moment, then ignored the chain in the hands of the staff in front of everyone, and instead reached out to take the little girl's hand and slowly pulled the latter in front of him.

"Give me the key." Fein took the little girl's hand with his right hand, and then extended his left hand to the staff.

The staff at the meeting blinked.

"Any questions?" The young paladin questioned.

"No, no problem." The staff smiled again and handed Finn an iron key, "She belongs to you, and it's your freedom to be treated as she is." ”

With that, the staff member bent down and bowed to Finn, then took the check for a thousand gold coins through Arroyo's hand, and quickly left in front of everyone's eyes.

Finn glanced at the departing back of the staff wordlessly, then withdrew his gaze to look at the little girl, who was a little shorter than himself who was seated, and took the iron key in his hand and inserted it into the lock of the leather collar around the little girl's neck.

The young paladin gently twisted the key to unlock the lock, took off the collar around the little girl's neck and tossed it aside, then stretched out a finger and put it in front of the little girl's eyes.

"Look at my finger, what is this?" He looked into the girl's eyes.

The half-fairy girl had no look in her eyes, and she didn't answer.

"My lord, the effect of the medicine on her body should not have passed." Arroyo leaned over to remind Finn.

Finn was silent for a long time, then pursed his lips and nodded, and then began to observe the little girl's body, and soon found that the little girl's body was full of bruises that were forcibly covered by cosmetics when she was wearing only a tulle dress, and some serious scars were even permanently left on the immature skin like a ball of coagulated black blood, and these visible evidence seemed to accuse the black-hearted traffickers of torturing and abusing the child on a daily basis.

"It's so pathetic...... Arya looked at the little girl standing in front of Finn with pity, her outstretched hand trying to stroke the latter's hair, but she couldn't help but be afraid of hurting the little creature that seemed to be blown down by the wind.

Finn turned his gaze sideways to see the elf girl's emerald green eyes that he couldn't bear to look directly at the little girl, and then raised his chin slightly to look at Raymond, and then saw that Raymond was really as angry as he thought, and almost wanted to pull out the arc sword and cut people.

The young paladin sighed, ready to remind the future Juggernaut one more time to keep his emotions under control.

At this moment, there was another commotion in the crowd, which had just quieted down.

"What's wrong again?" Raymond looked up in displeasure.

"In the stands." Arroyo immediately noticed the anomaly, raised his hand and pointed again in the direction of the crowd's gaze to the booth at the venue.

Finn, Arya, and Raymond's attention then turned to the booth at Arroyo's prompt, as they had done last time. This time, they saw a staff member bring a plate covered with a white cloth from behind the booth and place it on a table on the stand.

The master of ceremonies briefly exchanged words with the staff member who brought out the plate, then walked to the table with his eyebrows twisted, reached out and picked up the white cloth with the fingertips of two fingers, and lifted it from the plate, revealing what was covered underneath—a biological organ soaked in a plate of blood that was still slowly wriggling from time to time.

"That's... What the hell is that? The future Juggernaut felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

"Offal." The thief youth frowned, "It seems to be some kind of organ." ”

"That's the heart." Arya's eyes sharpened.

"The heart of the demon baby." With the advantage of dark vision and high perception, Finn recognized the biological organ on the stage at a glance, and his face suddenly became solemn, "Count Drew, the Cathedral of Tiamagos...... It seems that your suspicions are not cleared for the time being. ”

Meanwhile.

On the second floor of the venue, the owner of the second box from the right stood in front of the window, calmly looking down at what was happening below.

The man was surprisingly old, he looked like he was only in his twenties, but he had pale hair and wrinkled skin, and his whole body was skinny and his face was as if he had been poured out of a coffin.

If Arroyo were standing in front of him, the young thief would immediately recognize him as the mysterious man who had bought the Soul Lamp from him with a check for a thousand gold coins before the auction began, and if the person who identified him was replaced by Finn, Finn would have recognized his true identity in the first moment of surprise.

The Nightmare Clock Tower from the Winter North, the most valued sorcerer's apprentice by the Lich Constantine, and the second Lich born in the Wizards' Guild of the Dead, Murfus.

Murfus stood in front of the window of the box with a blank face and watched as the people in the venue placed the heart of the demon baby on the stand. He didn't know how the heart had been stolen from the shepherds who spread purple spot by the ignorant black market merchants, and what his intentions were to put it on the stand.

Perhaps, with the help of a wizard's apprentice, they learned that the heart of the demon baby was full of magical power, and then tried to lure a rich man with no magical talent to become a wizard and buy it away?

Or maybe they've just heard some rumors about it, and they're just selling the demon heart as a rare item?

Murfus shook his head indifferently. The future lich didn't care about any of this, and he only came to the auction hall because he was too cautious and cautious, so he sneaked into the room alone to check if there were any loopholes in the plans of the Sorcerers of the Plague and the Shepherd for tonight that he was not aware of.

Now that the plan had been confirmed, Murfus took out a void pocket from his robe and grabbed a magic scroll from which Constantine had handed him by hand.

"D'th-Andonop-Cw'Rge" He shook the scroll in mid-air with his withered white hand, and with the other hand picked up the white bone staff beside him and raised it forward, his godless eyes staring at the magic scroll in front of him, and his pale lips quickly opened and closed to recite a cold-blooded incantation with a complex structure.

At that moment, the magic scroll in Murfus's hand ignited a pitch-black flame and burned to ashes, and the bone staff he raised spread out a ring of invisible magical energy centered on the skull at the top of the staff, and it took only three and a half seconds for the energy ring to sweep over the entire venue.

The next second.

The screen returns to the first floor of the venue. Finn sat in his seat in the regular seating area, ready to further analyze the clues at hand, when he suddenly heard a frightened voice from a row of seats at the edge of the seating area.

The voice roared as if it had seen a ghost: "Undead! ”

"Run! There are undead here! ”