Chapter 46: My Slave

A young nobleman dressed in the most popular gorgeous tuxedo among male aristocrats stood up, with an elegant temperament, but with a handsome face with a condescending temperament that could not be revealed by any deliberate artificiality, the young nobleman squinted his eyes and looked at the cold girl on the high platform with a playful gaze, and then glanced at the middle-aged auctioneer who was not young and had a slightly obese body hidden under a loose robe, and said softly: "Auctioneer, This beautiful girl must be more than just a crappy magician, right? ”

This sentence has a deep meaning.

Whether in Noxus or other countries, beautiful maidens are never the existence that nobles are keen to pursue. Only a woman with both beauty and strength, and even a noble status, can arouse the strong possessiveness in the hearts of the nobles. In the slightly gray tone of the aristocracy, the veil of nobility will produce a forbidden pleasure that is difficult to describe in words while men conquer women, and this pleasure is not even half a point inferior to the pleasure of pilgrimage, which will make the nobles climax in the battlefield of conquest between men and women, and the spirit will be a hundred times greater!

A commoner girl with only a cold and glamorous appearance is not even as important to many old nobles who are experienced in women as a noblewoman with a knighthood!

The auctioneer, who was slightly chubby and looked very honest on his face, had a very sincere smile on his face, and he naturally understood the meaning of the words of this young and vigorous nobleman, he tried his best to keep his tone very low, showing a very sincere and honest appearance, and said: "Dear Young Master Murlock, we don't really know the origin of this girl. Just to hear from the most famous appraiser in our Fern Slave Exchange that this crappy apprentice magician has studied a very wonderful magic? As for the rest, we don't know! ”

"Very wonderful magic?" The corners of Murlock's mouth turned up slightly. There's already some interest. The auctioneer stopped at the point and did not continue to explain. A sincere face with a disdainful smile as he bowed his head slightly, noble? It's just a clown that I'm playing with at will.

A person of low status always likes to be complacent about small things, and it is difficult for such a person to integrate into high society even if he steps into high society. I have to admit that this kind of person is widespread. Therefore, it is rare and rare for people to step into aristocratic society.

"Prices start at 300 Caesars!" The auctioneer glanced at the auction hall very softly and slowly quoted the auction price.

"I'll give you a thousand gold coins!" Mollock looked at the girl magician standing on the stage with a smile, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that no matter who anyone knows, the smile is playful, full of strong possessiveness.

Mollock smiled slightly, he didn't mind pulling out the demeanor of an aristocratic gentleman at this moment, and glanced at the auction hall with a pair of eyes that were not dazzling or harsh, "How can such a cold and beautiful Miss Magician not be worth a thousand Caesar gold coins?" ”

The auction hall exuded a cheerful smile, and some rich people who came to the auction to like to befriend the upper class aristocrats naturally did not dare to show any sarcastic voices. But the young aristocrats, who were equal to or even higher than Mollock, a famous playboy in St. Peter's City, could not help but smile sarcastically and disdainfully.

"A thousand Caesars of gold, enough for us to find one or two virgin Night Roses!"

The Night Rose, the most famous girl in St. Peter's City, once circulated in the rich world that if a man imagines becoming a real man, go to Tannikid to find a Night Rose, who is the true mentor of boys to men.

Night Rose may not be pretty, but it is definitely incomparable to any woman in terms of experience.

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The Tob family is not a powerful family in the hierarchical world of the aristocracy, and in the eyes of the ancient families of Bacon and Constantine, the newly rising Tob family is just an upstart! It's not enough to make them look at each other!

A truly noble nobleman would never sit with a bunch of lowly rich people. Instead, they sit in a private room and pass through the magic glass that closes the line of sight. Pour a cup of black coffee or red wine from Polva and sit back on the couch and watch this not-so-funny farce.

But all the nobles sitting in the auction hall can only be regarded as insignificant small roles. Any family that has some fame in the aristocratic world will never be willing to be in the company of a group of hateful rich people.

How could Murlock, who was known as a playboy, not know this? Therefore, the group of young and old guests in the auction hall who were swept away, but with a sincere smile on their faces, although the tone was humble and polite, carried an indescribable arrogance.

It could even be said that Mollock said this in the sense that this crappy magician belonged to our Rab family.

Anyone who qualifies for the auction floor of the Finn Exchange is definitely not stupid. Even if some of the younger generations don't know how to intervene and observe, the rich who are shrewd in grabbing wealth do. Although some people coveted the girl who was cold and attractive, had a temperament that was even more aristocratic than that of a nobleman, and who carried the title of a noble magician, the future heir of the Rab family said this. How dare they do it?

Anger, jealousy, helplessness!

Those in power also ignore these despicable sentiments.

Mollock was pleased with the noise, but not a single one objected to the tone of the voice. He was very happy and happily sat on the comfortable chair that was much better than the usual auction guests, squinting his eyes and staring at the cold girl on the stage, an indescribable bath fire surged in his heart, and he imagined in his mind that this cold girl could still be so cold and beautiful lying on the big chuang of the Rab family.

Thinking of this, Murlock, who had always been disdained by the patriarch of the Rab family and also Murlock's father Cohen, showed a very pleasant smile. A woman's moaning can often give a man a very peculiar sense of pride.

But today, the future heir of the Rab family, who can only be regarded as a middle nobleman in St. Peter's City, is destined to be disappointed.

"One thousand Caesar gold coins, our Baron Morlock is really generous, but our Bacon family is a little more generous than Baron Merlock, I will pay 1,200 gold coins!" Before Mollock could be complacent, a voice full of thick magnetism sounded in the auction hall.

The Bacon family, one of the five families of the Noxian Empire!

For a moment, someone couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound. A blonde boy about thirty years old with a pair of gold-wire glasses, very elegantly sat on a comfortable bench, looking at the beautiful magical girl on the high platform with a smile, his eyes were different from Mollock's **** with red luoluo, but with a subtle praise smile that fascinated the girl.

The Bacon family? Oh my God, isn't that the Bacon family, one of the oldest families in St. Peter's City?? The rich people and petty nobles who were still looking at the heir of the Rab family just now focused almost all their eyes on the young man of the Bacon family.

There are many talented people in the younger generation of the Bacon family. Whether proficient in magic or a skilled knight, Master Garrod Bacon of the main family was one of the most prominent young men in the holy war launched by General Burnham four years ago, and was awarded the Iron Oak Medal by Burnham himself in the Cathedral of Estine with another Holman Bacon!

This young, elegant-looking young man born in the Bacon family is obviously not the young master Garrod, but the temperament of this young master is obviously stronger than that of Mollock, who was born as a playboy.

Mollock's face turned pale, and he glanced at the young master who deliberately did not want to go to the Bacon family with him. A blazing flame flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. Quickly bring a hypocritical face, this is the instinct of every nobleman!

"Young Master of the Bacon family, if you don't mind, our Rab family will give you this thousand two hundred Caesar gold coins." Mollock stood up, bent down slightly, and said with a sincere expression.

Fare increase? Mollock, who was quite rational in his brain, didn't have this idea, not to mention that the beautiful girl in front of him was not worth 1,200 Caesar gold coins, even if it was worth it. Is it because of a woman who is only a little beautiful to offend the Bacon family, one of the five major families entrenched in the Noxus Empire? Only a fool would do such a stupid thing.

Mollock glanced at the young master of the Bacon family with outstanding temperament with a smile on his face, and did not expect to leave a good impression in front of the young master of the Bacon family. But at least it won't leave a bad impression! This is the helplessness of the small aristocracy in the face of the big aristocracy, but it must also face the embarrassing situation.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Mollock had to admit that the young master of the blonde nobleman who was born in the Bacon family did have a special temperament that was difficult for ordinary small and medium-sized nobles to match.

Therefore, although the stubborn and short-tempered Morlock did not show too much fierce reaction to the unexpected insertion of the young master of the Bacon family, but in a tactful tone. I hope to take this opportunity to make friends with the powerful Bacon family.

Even if this young master of the Bacon family is not from the main line of the Bacon family.

The Bacon family, how many families in the Noxian Empire can be compared to the Bacon family? The Du-Quekao, the Constantine, the Darkwell, and the Rotonchilde family, just four families.

The two daughters of the Du Kekao family should not get involved in such a boring matter, and the only ones left are the Constantine family, the Darkwell family, and the Rotonchild, who have disappeared from the eyes of the aristocratic world for hundreds of years. These three families have many collateral lines, and there are also many geniuses.

Megalok had a very pleasant smile on his face, but he didn't want the members of the other five families of the Noxian Empire to come out and slap the noble young master who looked elegant but was actually domineering everywhere.

"Thank you very much for the generosity of the Rab family, but my Holman slave doesn't need anyone to step in, Master Merlock, do you understand what I mean?" Holman Bacon had a very pleasant gentlemanly smile on his face, and looked at Mollock with a smile that was respectfully facing him.

Got it? How can it not be understood? Mollock made a courtesy to Holman and sat down on the couch that should have been very comfortable, but which at this time made him feel uncomfortable at all.

The collision of power and power is always brutal and cold-blooded. It is an eternal fact that the weak are dominated by the strong.

Holman Bacon!

Although not a member of the main line of the Bacon family, he is a well-known genius among the side members, this Holman is a Noxian hero who was awarded the Iron Oak Medal in the Noxian Holy War.

Even in the light of Caterina, Cassiopeia, Rommel, Patton, Octavian and others, they could not completely hide the famous figures who shone brightly.

Now is a very special period for the Noxian Empire, and who wants to offend such a genius of the Bacon family at this critical moment?

Holman Bacon was already on his feet, ready to receive his spoils.

Everything went as smoothly as Holman Bacon had planned. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Holman's mouth, he enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight, he was tired of supporting roles, and he liked to be a leading character who stood in the spotlight and radiated.

No, he could have sat in the box and passed through the magic glass. He saw anything at the auction very clearly, but Holman didn't, but chose to sit in a very silent and low-key manner at the auction and choose to watch coldly, and make a splash at a critical time.

Indeed, in the end he succeeded.

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"When something is 90% sure it can be done, don't do it lightly! When something is 100% sure to be completed, then please study its value and choose! This is Holman's life credo.

Holman Bacon was not as foolish as the playboy Baron Morlock of the Rab family, who thought he was the most honorable man at auction. But Holman was sure that few nobles of higher rank than him would buy a crappy magician who had no effect.

That's why Holman made a move.

A man's gaze on a woman is always the same. Basically there is no difference! This No, Holman looked at the cold, breezy girl on the stage, although subtle, but still full of meaning between men and women.

"What an iceberg beauty!" Holman muttered to himself in a voice he could hear, "I wonder if I can still keep it like this on the chuang?" ”

The weak have no choice, not even the right to die, and the magical girl who was born in Zaun, an empire far more chaotic than Noxus, has long understood this. "Beauty is a wealth for women of status and status, but a disaster for lowly commoners." It was the frivolous words of a young knight who had passed her.

At that time, she chose to ignore the boy as she did with everyone else. But the cheeky boy actually broke away from the army without permission, and specially ran in front of her and made a very classic knightly salute. "A beautiful maiden should need a knight, a beautiful young lady." Please allow me to treasure your beauty and protect your beauty! ”

"Go away!" But it wasn't the boy who walked away, it was her, and she ran away like the wind.

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"In Noxus, a Caesar gold coin can make an ordinary commoner live happily for half a month! I have three hundred Caesars in my hand, which means that I have the capital to make an ordinary Noxian commoner live happily for more than ten years, but I don't need that. I only wish I could get you to stay with me tonight, Cana! ”

"With you? Why, because of these three hundred Caesars of gold? My Cana is not as expensive as these 300 Caesars! ”

The young knight, who had been chased by the baron, smiled at the wounds left in the battle, and said, "You are indeed only worth a dozen Caesar gold coins, but in my heart you are much more important than three hundred Caesar gold coins. I can easily throw away Caesar's gold, but I can't discard you, dear Naga woman! ”

Eventually she refused, and she left.

She didn't want to sink in a man, and she knew that if she stayed with the young knight any longer, she would sink herself.

It became an auction item in the eyes of the rich and noble, Naga didn't have too much fear in his eyes, and recalled the fragments he had experienced with the boy in his mind, and his face showed a trace of beautiful and stunning arc.

A smile is always a woman's deadliest weapon.

Holman took a deep breath, and Holman found it a very pleasant and valuable thing to be able to get such a woman for 1,200 Caesar coins.

"One, two, three, four...... Nine! ”

According to the convention, if the auctioneer counts to ten and no one has bid, then the lot is the highest bidder.

But there was no one for the auctioneer to say ten.

A calm voice sounded, hearing this voice, the original face was as cold as ice, even in the face of thousands of girls who were light and calm in both eyes on the Internet, staring at those eyes full of aura and searching for the voice, a pair of eyes bloomed with unprecedented brilliant light.

"I'm sorry, Master Holman, she's my man! It could only be my people! A young man in armor that could not wash away the heavy dust slowly stepped into the auction hall. With a faint smile on his face, he said elegantly and calmly.

Holman was stunned, turned around, and saw a figure he least wanted to see but most wanted to defeat - Augustus, the protagonist of the former Epustin Cathedral, even General Burnham was willing to be the protagonist of the green leaves.

"Augustus!" Holman turned pale, and couldn't help but clench his fists. No one would want to see someone snatch meat from their mouths, and a handsome face suppressed his anger and said in a tone as calm as possible: "Augustus, how many Caesar gold coins are you going to make?" ”

Augustus didn't speak, he took out a medal from his chest that every resident of the Noxian Empire knew and threw it on the auction platform: "I will give out an Iron Oak Medal, she is my person!" No one can take her! ”

Iron Oak Medal?

The audience was stunned. There was a boom at random.

Holman turned pale, he looked at Augustus coldly, and said slowly: "Augustus, are you really willing to exchange this Iron Oak Medal, which symbolizes the glory of the military, for this crappy magician?" ”

A crappy magician. The Order of the Iron Oak, the symbol of the highest glory of the Noxian Empire, which is more important than the other, is simply a fool understands, but Holman does not understand that this talented Noxian soldier in front of him, whom even General Burnham values, would do such a stupid thing!

Augustus didn't answer Holman's question, but looked at the auctioneer on the high platform and asked calmly: "Mr. auctioneer, how many Caesar gold coins do you think this Iron Oak Medal is worth?" ”

Cold sweat on the auctioneer's chubby face? How many Caesars coins? How many people would have the audacity to use Caesar's gold to count the medal of the highest glory of the Noxian Empire? If there were, it would definitely be attacked by the fierce and domineering Noxian army.

The auctioneer secretly scolded Augustus in his heart for giving himself a problem. But years of auction career have already given auctioneers not only a dexterous tongue, but also a brain full of adaptability.

"Mr. Augustus. Forgive me for not judging the price of this Iron Oak Medal, in my mind this Iron Oak Medal is enough to buy this magician girl! ”

Having received this expected answer, Augustus nodded and continued to ask, "Then how much do the noble young masters present need to pay to surpass my Iron Oak Medal?" ”

The auctioneer said slyly: "At least an Iron Oak Medal plus a Bourbon coin!" ”

Augustus nodded in satisfaction, and passed past Holman and walked towards the auction platform. A pair of eyes calmly looked at the excited girl on the high platform, and said slowly: "Keep up with my footsteps, don't get lost again!" ”

The girl lifted off her white cloak, revealing a beautiful smiling face, and followed behind Augustus. The cold face was full of piety, and the cold but soft voice sounded in the upcoming auction hall: "Yes, Young Master Augustus!" ”

This is exactly a shocking change, Holman who was once the protagonist of this auction item stared blankly at the girl who walked down the auction platform, and then looked at Augustus, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Augustus, you are insulting the glory of the soldiers!" ”

Augustus stopped, turned his head, looked at the conceited and proud genius of the Bacon family, and asked calmly: "A true soldier should know how to use anything in his hands as a bargaining chip to achieve his goal, and if you want to debate this sentence with others, then go to the master of this sentence, General Du Kekao!" ”

"This is just an ordinary crappy magician, and you paid for an Iron Oak Medal? Augustus, aren't you joking about the glory of the Noxian soldiers? ”

"It may not be worth it in your eyes, but it's worth it in my eyes!" After speaking, Augustus did not speak again, and walked slowly towards the outside of the auction hall.

A dazzling Iron Oak medallion is held in the hands of the auctioneer, symbolizing the end of the transaction.

Naga didn't speak, calmly following behind the man whose back was not majestic or broad, but she was willing to look up to for the rest of her life, and a drop of crystal tears flowed.

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"Jana, what a familiar name?" Sitting in the wing, watching the auction through the glass, Lux muttered to herself. A pair of beautiful big eyes stared at Augustus, who had left behind the Iron Oak Medal, which was regarded as a glory for many soldiers, and walked calmly alone, and Lux's impression of Augustus was blurred again. (To be continued.) )