The sound of frolicking laughter accompanied by the sound of broken glasses resounded through the bar, several drunks fought together, stout men stood up and clapped their hands, and the lights outside turned on, illuminating the flush on people's faces.

The vulgar and clumsy sound can be rolled into a wave, and the night is more alive than the day.

Olwess laughed and cheered as she approached the pair of strong men who were fighting swords at the doorway, even the most down-and-out knights were better equipped than theirs, and suddenly her expression suddenly became indifferent, and she picked up a pair of wine bottles and smashed them on the heads of the two fools, and walked out of the bar with their bodies.

The coachman thoughtfully cloned her with a coat of coarse wool, and Olwes looked at him gratefully and sighed, for this honest man's carriage was as unpretentious as he was, and it was difficult to blend in with the vast array of noble carriages below.

But a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

The first to gallop through the illuminated night was Ivrea, the Tiger of Ethon, whose mighty knights swaggered like the red bony eagle crest they guarded, widening the road with whips and broadswords.

A handsome young man in the uniform of the Imperial Northern Army rode forward, and the carriage behind him did not know whether it was his mother or his sister, because the ornate curtain had not been lifted, and he did not bother to glance at the crowd who were looking up at the side of the road.

The family of Ivrea was followed by the chariot of Contiel Appa, the chief consul of the city of Echelton, who was always humble and unobtrusive, which may have had something to do with his early life in the monastery.

The splendid carriages were lined up and forward on the avenue according to some aristocratic etiquette, like a tide, and there were many nobles who had feuds and condescended to poke their heads out to ridicule and abuse each other, and even the angry eyes of the knights of the family were a little angry.

The young master of the Almis family, because he could not stand the indecent insults of the Viscountess of the Beltai family, stabbed his sword into the carriage and cut off her delicate head in the stunned eyes of everyone, and the headless body in gorgeous clothes spurted hot blood and rolled through the curtain and fell on the dirty mud floor.

The next moment, the enraged Beltai knights showed their real swords and rushed into the ranks of the Almis family.

The world of the nobility was constantly changing, and before the frightened commoners could construct a common-sense association with the gurgling corpses twitching on the ground, the knights of the Ribl family, another feud of the Almisian family, raised their high shields for ramming.

The young lady of the family let out an uncontrollable screech in the carriage, and the mad bull-like knights of the Rieb knocked the young master of the Almis family off the tall horse and drove him straight to the "Short Butcher" slave market next to the "Lady Thatcher's Auction House".

If the Count of the Almis family didn't move fast enough, his youngest son, who had the greatest future, would have been left with a few striking scars by a red-hot soldering iron, and would have gone straight to the southern kingdom of Venicican on the lowest slave ship.

There is no need to hold out any more hope, and the only one in the empire who can recover the heir is Patrick, the hawkish leader of the three major legions.

But even he, after burning nearly half of the nobles and eighty percent of the slave traders at the stake for treason, could not prevent his daughter, who had been ravaged and drained unconsciously, from dying the day after returning home.

The Grand Duke sat in silence at his daughter's grave for three days without a public funeral, supposedly because the body of the maiden, once known as the Plantagenet of the Empire, was covered in scars and skinny.

Some people say that her throat was hoarse by birth control pills, her tongue was cut out, and her lower body was nailed into iron nails, and even the most ruthless nobles shuddered when they thought of her experience.

Olwes sighed, people may still feel the indifference of the world when they have this right, but when they lose this right, they will definitely become a child of hell, what kind of pleasure can you bring to your kind instead of livestock?

She chanted quietly, and the powerful water dragon consistently came out of the alley and smashed the Ribl knights to pieces like a block, and the young master of the Almi family, who had missed the unfortunate fate, happened to fall in front of her and let out a muffled snort.

Olveis raised her leg in time and stepped on the head he wanted to lift with her foot, and she was still very good at maintaining her ladylike image to anyone other than her friend, in case one day the owner of the Goldmers family came to settle accounts with her.

She stumbled demonstratively, turned her head and quietly stepped into the blood-stained carriage of Madame Beltai by wind magic, and lifted the curtain in the form of Butler Usyk, and held the reins generously.

The battlefield was still chaotic, but not many people were sober, and naturally no one would notice that the viscountess's "ghost car" caught up with the huge procession in front of it and drove towards the dazzling light of the "Lady Thatcher's Auction House".

The status of the aristocracy has always been good, even if it is just a baron or viscount who is powerful in the frontier or small territory, the two rows of elegantly dressed young men smiling and bowing in front of the auction house flash by the family crest with lightning-fast eyes, and there is rarely the slightest omission.

However, if you are a rich man with tens of thousands of Caesar coins or a gorgeous letter of recommendation or invitation, you can still enter this paradise, but the momentum is a little weaker than the former.

For example, when the teenagers of the Ivrea family were already sitting in the box on the third floor of the top floor, beating on the agate wine glasses impatiently, the waiters of the auction house would stop and let the late whistling carriage gallop by, and squeeze out the fat men who eagerly followed the carriage and ran out of breath with money.

Olwes gracefully stepped out of the carriage by the arm of the "butler Usyk", her ornate skirt brushed over the white marble, and the maid standing at the entrance of the hall smiled and asked her to stop and kneel down to arrange her skirt.

The beautiful maid's pupils shrank in horror, but she still retained her composure and quickly wiped away the dots of undried blood that existed instead of dust.

"Titles and money are the two passports of high society, you will be embarrassed if you have a title without money, and you will be humiliated if you have money without a title. Olwes, remembering this quote from the famous politician Hofgent, pondered how long the viscountess's wolf skin could be worn.

"Butler Usyk" took the black and gold seat card handed by the handsome attendant and led Olweis in the way, which made a smile on her lips, and sometimes she forgot that the Dark-Eyed Ross was playing as good as the Wisdom.

The dark auction hall slowly lit up, and when it stayed in a light suitable for the human eye, the first floor became an exhibition of gorgeous masks, and if they had the psychological quality and skillful skills to change clothes on the spot, this group of cunning nobles would definitely not let go of the slightest loophole, and even changed their shoes properly.

Olwes funnily condensed a water mirror in front of her, an ultra-thin ruby wolf face pressed against her face, and only a pair of light blue eyes shimmered.

This Gueya-style mask is carved with intricate and majestic motifs that will help to mask the inadequacy of her soft feminine voice at auction.

Of course, the guests on the second and third floors will not have such concerns, but although the curtain separates their appearance, there are too many fixed positions for everyone to know who they are.

Lion vs. tiger, eagle vs. dog, Olwes never worried that some of the low-level magic materials she wanted to buy would be bought by a big man on the second and third floors, and the big people on the second and third floors didn't have to worry about Olwes suddenly taking out nearly a million Caesar gold coins and pasting them on their faces.

Thus Olwes was largely dozing off when the first few auctions came to the stage, and if it weren't for the fact that a baron, who was not long-eyed, quietly stretched out his hand out of curiosity about her countenance, she would still be in that half-bracing position.

A lightning dragon groaned in thought, and Olves's magic never gave her time to hesitate.

The baron wearing the Emerald-Key Flower badge fell to the ground in an instant, and there were several knights of his family scattered next to him, although they had cultivated a level of fighting spirit, they were still not high, and to be honest, they couldn't catch up with half of Garnard's them.

Picking up the bright red apple from the fruit bowl, Olwes took a bite and smashed it into the baron's face and turned into a cloud of ice mist, the water-based transformation magic she used to spell, and the clever blending of a little alchemy powder made the baron forget the pain of the convulsions.

"Did killing a few Asimo heretics make you float?lowly baron?I haven't even seen your family crest, or are you commanded?", Olwes proudly surveyed the nobles in the auction room through the masked eyes.

The strong wind condensed to restrain the baron, and rolled down the stairs of the auction house through the floor-to-ceiling windows and glass shards, mixing crispness and roar, and even the auctioneers in the audience had to stop their fiery words.