While the auction of the princess's personal belongings was in full swing, an auction was also being held in the Prague auction hall in Elk City, the ninth silver city, thousands of miles away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoCompared to the former, the number of people in the venue is small, but the bidding situation is much more intense.

Today's auction is an old commercial area in the northern part of Elk City, which is owned by the Julian family, one of the eleven nobles in the silver city. Due to the decline in financial resources in recent decades, the Julian family auctioned off a piece of land every once in a while.

"Alas......" At this moment, in a corner of the auction hall, a young man with red hair and red eyes was letting out a sigh. His name is Jobron Julian, he is twenty-one years old, and he is the third in line to the Julian family.

Originally, more than half of the land in Elk City belonged to the Julian family, but now less than 20% remains. Looking at the dwindling land, Sabron only felt a deep sense of helplessness.

In the past fifty years, with the comprehensive expansion of the Silver City World in the heterogeneous plane, the northern territorial nobles and various commercial groups in the northern part of the Central Continent have flourished, and major forces have sprung up like mushrooms. However, the great nobles of central China, which had been inherited for hundreds of years, gradually lost in round after round of commercial competition, and the ownership of land was also greatly reduced.

The cause of all this is of course related to the poor management of the great nobles in the central region, who have been at ease for hundreds of years, and their momentum is naturally not as good as that of the new forces. But a large part of the reason also comes from the secret support of the great nobles in the west.

In the world of Silver City, the five nobles led by Mordleton are the most brazen, treacherous and cunning. They are adept at dividing the forces, twisting themselves into a force, and then gradually dividing the other forces, leaving all potential opponents in a state of disarray.

For millennia, they pursued a meritocracy policy, absorbing only the best elite and then sparing no effort to divide any potential threat. For example, the great nobles in the central part of the country, who are also ancient nobles and are connected by blood, are often drawn from the bottom of the kettle, putting cold arrows in the back, stabbing knives, and digging all kinds of pits......

For no other reason, anything that might threaten their existence is the target of their attack, even their relatives.

But what is helpless is that since the history of mankind, the central continent has been in constant disputes, large and small nobles, various forces, vertical and horizontal, and has never been unified. And the favorite thing of the great nobles in the west is to support whichever side is weak, and will always keep the central continent in a state of division.

Although the nobles in the central part of the country were disgusted by this, they were powerless to change the status quo, so they could only be betrayed and cooperate at the same time. Of course, this is not a mistake they have to make, but a concession that they have to make in order to maintain their dominance. If they could be changed through hard work, their ancestors would have changed thousands of years ago, and they would not have to be disgusted until now.

Now, the power of the consortium in the Central Continent has swelled to the point where the great nobles in the Central Continent cannot compete with it. It was only at this time that the great nobles of the west realized that they had to work together to suppress external forces.

However, the situation at this moment can no longer be changed by business alone, and if it is to be reshuffled, it must rely on the means of war. But now is not the time for a civil war, on the one hand, the bee ant swarm is like a pack of wolves, on the other hand, the demons are eyeing each other; The spatial rifts in the two dark planes were like cones of bones, giving them a headache.

In the middle of my thoughts, the auction for the next piece of land began.

"The 11.65 hectares of land south of the Antler Theater and north of the Lens Trade Center have a reserve price of 400,000 gold per hectare, and the price of each bid is not less than 3,000 gold."

"Four hundred thousand." "Four hundred thousand and three thousand." "Four hundred thousand and six thousand." "Four hundred thousand and nine thousand." "Four hundred and twenty-two thousand." Merchants raised their cards to bid.

"Five hundred thousand!" At that moment, a crisp voice sounded from the VIP seat, quoting a price that caused an uproar in the audience. Julian looked up, and as he expected, the person who made the offer was none other than Zhao Linglong of the Crescent Moon Alliance. Over the years, the Crescent Alliance has been frantically absorbing Elk City's land, and now they already own thirty-seven percent of the land, and as long as they reach fifty-one percent, they can reorganize the Elk City Council and become the main ruling party.

Elk City is the largest city in the Central Continent, and its economic and political status is extremely high, second only to the Central Silver City in the Western Continent. If the Crescent Alliance were to get Elk City, they would become the dominant players in the Middle Continent.

"Five hundred thousand and three thousand." After a moment of silence, someone quoted the latest price. Obviously, the major powers will not allow such a situation to happen.

"Six hundred thousand!" Zhao Linglong once again quoted a shocking price.

Suddenly, the audience was silent, this price was already nearly 50 percent higher than the pure commercial purpose, and no businessman was willing to excessively harm his own interests. As a result, the Crescent Alliance finally won the bid for the land, taking a step closer to 51% land ownership.

The Crescent Alliance, an organization that is only a few decades old, has its roots in the Notre Dame system and is made up of a group of territorial nobles and conglomerates. They live by their own set of ideas, advocating atheism and democratic republics, and have many supporters around the world.

However, these ignorant people have never understood that freedom and democracy are not something that can be given by one person or organization. All of this is just a change of skin, and then the dictatorship of the ruler is implemented. True freedom and democracy come from the strong needs of the people. Just like the remnants of the north back then, honor is regarded as life, and hurting their dignity means bloodshed. And they generally have a high degree of self-consciousness, in which case the upper classes will have to make concessions.

If it weren't for the glorious battle of one hundred and eighty years ago, the remnants of the north would surely have developed into one of the most powerful races in the world. Because they used their Great Wall of flesh and blood to prove that they are a race that "has no one of the brace and not a single traitor".

His elders often taught him that the remnants of the north were the most respectable people, and at the same time the most worthy examples of mistakes, that their success was due to their pride, and that their demise was due to their pride. Only those who survive can write history and become the final victors.

In this regard, Zobron has a different idea. How can a kneeling knee stand upright? How can you get back the dignity you have lost? Thousands of years ago, Mordryden and Lombal were very similar to the remnants of the north. In their world, either they will be conquered, or they will be friends, or they will be completely destroyed, and there will never be a single minute of slavery. The bloody battle between Lombal and Norses was so tragic that it was far from being recorded in the history books.

It is precisely because they have never had the word "yield" in their dictionary that they would rather fight the last soldier than give up an inch of land, which has created today's grand occasion. If the great nobles in the central region had this kind of consciousness, they would not have had to endure the constraints of the great nobles in the west as early as 2,000 years ago.

Surrender to this thought, and once you have the first time, there will naturally be a second, a third, and an infinite number of times.

Time always passes inadvertently, and when you think about it, the auction is over. Before leaving, Zhao Linglong, who was passing by, saw him, so he stepped forward and greeted: "Second young master of Julian's family, good morning." ”

"Hello, the Northern President of the Crescent Alliance, Miss Zhao Linglong." Sabron replied politely. In fact, he didn't want to talk to the other party more, after all, the other party was one of the big insects that ate their family.

"If there is any land to sell in the future, you can talk to me privately, and the price may be more appropriate." As she spoke, Zhao Linglong smiled and handed over the gilded business card.

"Okay, we'll seriously consider your proposal." Sabron said, with a bow in his head.

"Well, I'll take my leave, and good luck." Zhao Linglong made a "bye-bye" gesture and then left the venue.

Looking at the swaying figure that gradually faded away, Zobron gritted his teeth and scolded viciously: "Little smash!" Then he tore the business card into several pieces, crumpled it up, and threw it into the wastebasket.

A few days later, at noon, in the Golden Triangle, thousands of kilometers away from Elk City, in the mountains of Filos, next to a quiet snow-capped mountain lake, two slim figures were walking side by side. At this moment, the sky was covered with drizzle, and it was sprinkled on the tips of my hair and shoulders. Although it is late spring, the altitude here is more than 5,000 meters, and the temperature has dropped to -10 degrees Celsius.

"My princess, you are really difficult to date~" The tall girl in a light blue priest's robe with round shoulders said.

"Of course~There are a lot of people who want to date me~" Another girl in a white dress, slightly shorter, and with a well-proportioned body, said with a smile.

"I seem to smell something...... "What?" "The smell of beauty." "Hmph~ I haven't seen you for a few months, and I'm getting more and more arrogant." "No~"

"No, look at your nose, it's almost up to the sky." You Ge said.

"I'm sorry~ Lily of the Valley can't see her nose." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley smiled lightly and said.

"Hmph~" You Ge wrinkled her little nose and let out a soft snort, and after a moment of silence, she looked at the calm lake and suddenly proposed, "Little girl, let's swim~"

"Isn't there anyone else here?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley raised her head and looked around and asked.

"It......'s hard to say," You Ge replied irresponsibly.

"What should I do if someone sees me?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley asked.

"He's lucky." You Ge said as a matter of course.

"Shameless little goblin~" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley said.

"I've heard of 50 steps laughing at 100 steps, but I've never heard of 100 steps laughing at 50 steps." You Ge said with a pout.

"Hmph~" "Come~ Give the uncle a smile." "Hmph~" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley looked contemptuous.

"Want to fight?" You Ge's face changed and he asked.

"Come on~" As she spoke, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley twisted her waist and bumped into her, the meaning of provocation was self-evident.