The next afternoon, the lazy sun shrouded St. Gallen, and everything was covered with a golden glow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rodin was still unkempt, wearing an old leather coat with faint stains.

And Akama was dressed up, her skin dazzling white under the support of her luxurious black dress, and it seemed that even the sun could not bear to hurt the softness.

Under the swan-like neck, the fragrant shoulders are beautiful, and a snow-white ravine is faintly revealed in the bandeau.

Eye-catching, flaming red lips, and a beautiful face, as suffocating as a black rose.

In the face of the Iraqi people, Rodin was indifferent. Cynthia, Isabella, Lorovia, Uma, Claire, who is not an outstanding beauty, naturally no longer as excited as a junior brother after seeing more.

Akama, however, was stimulated by his performance, and with a light "hum", he began to look for his stubble. The tender fingers rubbed over the leather armor, and the nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Have you ever taken this matter to heart? Dressed so shabby to go to the auction, you look like a beggar in front of those high-ranking and dignitaries of St. Gallen!"

"Yes? I think it's okay. Rodin retorted weakly.

"No, my sister must not see you spoil herself like this!"

Without saying a word, Akama grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the clothing store.

Faced with colorful and strange clothes, belts, pants, and boots, Rodin's head instantly dizzy, and Akama's eyes lit up.

While picking, the ruddy little mouth kept muttering, "No, this one is too old-fashioned!"

"It's too colorful!"

"It's too old!"

......

A quarter of an hour later, Rodin's expression stiffened, but his body was refreshed, and Akama took his hand contentedly, and his soft and warm body gently pressed against the other, smiling gracefully.

"It's perfect, let's go!"

Hammer of Justice Auction House.

Passing the silver-clad guards at the doorway, the two walked slowly along the extravagant fur carpet, and on either side of the corridor, locked glass display cases displayed at intervals for attendees to admire, such as paintings, famous swords, antiques, gems, and other auction items.

In the living room on the first floor, more than half of the hundreds of neatly arranged positions have been occupied. The magnificent, generous high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen, and the graceful and luxurious ladies gathered together, in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.

At this time, Akama's eyes turned wonderfully, the corners of his mouth were hidden up, and he led Rodin straight to a middle-aged man with a big belly.

"Mr. Zayika, I didn't expect the Hammer of Justice to invite a noble person like you, and the face is really not small!"

"Look, after a few days of absence, Ms. Akama is getting more and more beautiful and charming. ”

The middle-aged man has a fat head, big ears and a bald head, and his eyes look at Akama with unusual stubbornness and fiery.

He reached out to hold Akama's white and tender palm, but the other party flashed by, and he reluctantly turned his gaze to Rodin.

"Who is this gentleman?"

"Rodin, my best friend, has come from Sintra to accompany me today. She intimately grabbed the slightly struggling arm of the person next to her, close to his earlobe, and poured out the warm aroma.

"Mr. Zaika is the chief wizard advisor to the St. Gallen City Defense, so you might as well talk to him. ”

Rodin rubbed his temples, not understanding the need for he, a country hunter, to communicate with this advisor. However, Yiren's eyes were blazing, and he had to go up to greet him for a while.

Backed by the profound knowledge of the earth, even if he is reluctant, Rodin does not fall behind in chatting with bald men, and refreshing remarks are frequent.

Akama's gaze softened as he looked at him, but Tyika grew jealous.

He had coveted this beautiful single witch for a long time, but he didn't expect a hairy boy competitor to suddenly appear, and he was secretly angry in his heart, and pretended to be careless, "Tonight's grand finale is the pinnacle work of the oil painting master Plimpton, the prophecy of the windmill, with a preliminary estimate of a staggering 200,000 Marelli. Speaking of which, since Monsieur Rodin can be favored by the noble Madame Akama, and must have attained great attainments in the field of art, can you taste those few exhibits for the contemptible people?"

Zayika turned and swept her gaze to the Sanfu oil painting hanging from the brown wall behind her.

Rodin glanced at it, and his head suddenly became as big as a fight.

"Attainmented?" Darko is about the same, he's a complete layman.

"That's it...... Actually......"

"Mr. Zaika is really eye-catching, Dan is indeed a great expert in oil painting!"

"His private collection has long since filled his bedroom, and he has published a book on oil painting appreciation!" Akama glanced at him with her red lips curled.

At the same time, he secretly launched witchcraft and whispered secretly, "This old pervert has pestered me several times, take the initiative today, you must help my sister completely solve this trouble, let him die!"

"It turned out that they were using me as a shield. Rodin couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he simply followed her.

Three oil paintings depicting three distinct scenes.

From left to right, a plump woman in a black lace coat, a white-haired man riding a black horse with a double sword, and finally an old white wolf running and roaring in a blizzard.

The names of the three paintings are Yennefer's Sorrow, Geralt and Turnip, and The Fate of the White Wolf.

"Turnip? That horse's name is weird. Rodin couldn't help but scold.

"Although the three paintings are not connected on the surface, a discerning person can definitely tell that they are the work of a master painter. You might as well take a closer look at the brushstrokes, colors, and light, and they are exactly the same. Mr. Rodin, do you think so?"

"Ahh

"Huh. Zaika then asked with a smile, "The contemptible is clumsy, and you can't tell the author by its name." Lo and behold, the control of color is like that of Master Tolkien, and the brushstrokes have the style of Master Strauss, which is really incomprehensible. You are well-informed, can you tell me who this master of oil painting is?"

"The devil knows?!"

Rodin wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, his face did not change, and he pretended to be calm and stared at the oil painting for a long time, and suddenly realized, "I see!"

"Huh, you see that?" Tyika's eyes flashed in disbelief, "Could it be that this country boy is hiding so much that he really sees the clue?"

Rodin gently squeezed Akama, but the latter, as if unaware, continued to stare at him with the charm and adoration of a little woman.

"That's it, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, scare this guy!"

His fingers swept past the eyes of the man and the white wolf.

"Pay attention to their eyes! Do you see something?"

"Hey, there is actually a cross star symbol in the pupils of the man and the white wolf, which is the same amber beast pupil. ”

Zayika really pouted her big ass, and approached the oil painting according to her words.

"Giggle......", Akama on the side snorted softly when he saw this, and then a hint of blush flashed on his pretty face, and he forced a smile.

Rodin slapped the bald man on the back with a thud and swore that "the answer is in their eyes!"

"This old wolf symbolizes the old age of the white-haired man, think about it seriously, which master likes to use beasts as metaphors for people?"

Rodin pretended to conclude profoundly, "I think you have already understood, with the wisdom of Mr., there should be no need for me to break it!"

"You think slowly, don't rush. ”

After speaking, he grabbed Akama's soft twing, left the bald man who was meditating and his eyebrows and eyes tangled, and strode into the auction seat.

"Giggle...... Little villain, I haven't seen you talk nonsense like this! This time the old pervert has to think about it! Even if you barely get through today. ”

"Bang ......"

The hammer sounded three times, and Mr. Hat, in a black evening dress, bowed to everyone in the audience.

The auction is officially open!