The sun gradually rose, and the bright sunlight dispelled the chill of the early morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The crisp birdsong that often sounded in the ears of info gradually disappeared, but the noisy talking, the bones of the wheels running over the road, and the neighing of various animals began to resound throughout the city.

It's already 9 a.m., and the people of the city are already immersed in the busy day. In front of Thor's Hammer Banquet Hall, the merchants and mercenaries who had already had breakfast and had finished preparing for the upcoming auction were gathered here.

Carey stood in front of the door of the banquet hall, receiving every merchant who came to the auction. And Will is beside Kerry, and when the leaders of mercenary groups of all sizes arrive, it is the time for him to meet him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries with them, a mercenary from Mjolnir will come and welcome them into the banquet hall and to the auction.

And there, there was already a reception staff of Thor's hammer waiting there early. On the table in front of him was a roll of parchment, and a quill was placed next to it.

And the owner of this pen, our Thor's hammer group, Ms. Vivien, is patiently receiving the mercenary leader in front of her with a smile on her face.

And this regiment commander was not very happy at this time. He didn't care about maintaining his demeanor in front of the beautiful woman in front of him. He waved a plank in his hand and shouted, "What is this? Are you going to let me take this strange thing and buy equipment?"

The regimental commander was angry, and the plank in his hand was about the size of three palms, roughly rectangular. I say rough because it is clear that this is the product of haste, and the edges of the planks are not neat and crooked, like the clumsy product of an apprentice who has just learned to use a saw.

Underneath the plank, an equally crooked wooden stick was nailed to serve as a handle. The length of the stick was shorter than the handle of the warrior's broadsword, and a small piece of the hand should be exposed only at the lower edge of the palm. The stick was cut from a fresh branch, the bark had not been peeled off, and a hint of wetness could be felt in the hand. Apparently, the person who made the handle did not even find a single piece of wood that could be called wood.

On the top of the board, there are three black numbers 015 written in the continental lingua franca. Several numbers were written crookedly, and because of the amount of ink used, the black ink on one of the numbers trickled down the board, forming a curved ink mark along the pattern of the board.

The whole plank, which cannot be described as ugly, is simply the product of a prank. Otherwise, the regimental commander couldn't be so angry that he didn't care about his image, he thought that this was a malicious prop that would destroy his temperament as a powerful mercenary from the inside out.

However, Vivien was still smiling, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction. Although this is somewhat inconsistent with the female assassin's usual personality. However, this was specially instructed by Li Mo to Kerry. No matter how discerning the guests who come to the auction, always smile.

When Li Mo saw these number plates, he was also stunned for several minutes. Without it, it's just too ugly. However, this cannot be blamed on anyone else. After all, one night is too short. At night, all the shops were closed, and there was no way to prepare all kinds of materials.

In desperation, Will and the others had no choice but to dismantle some of the old tables and chairs, and then break the wooden boards. I made up enough planks to make price tags. As for the wooden sticks to make the handles, they can only use the branches of the trees in the yard. Now, in the courtyard of Thor's hammer, there are still a few trees with bare trunks, silently complaining about Will's atrocities last night.

And making so many number plates, it can only be the whole regiment going into battle. In fact, the reason why the planks used to make the price tags did not even have a regular shape was because they had been broken by the Assassins with daggers.

As for the words above, these mercenaries don't have the opportunity to do so once a year. Being able to write completely and legibly is already the best effort. As for the neatness and beauty of the writing, you can't kill them. Let them write, it is better to let them catch a few magical beasts neatly.

Therefore, in the face of these price cards, Li Mo could only sigh. Then he pushed Vivien to the front, dealing with the mercenaries who had muscles in their heads.

And Vivian, who was innocently lying on the gun, could only endure the unhappiness in her heart, and the sweetest smile appeared on her face. Explain the rules of the auction to the people in front of them in detail, so that they understand that without a price tag, they are not even qualified to buy equipment.

Fortunately, those mercenaries still have a little sense in front of the beautiful women. In addition, I saw that the brands in other people's hands were as ugly as my own. With a psychological balance, the new rules of this auction were accepted.

In contrast, merchants who come for profit do not care about the appearance of price cards. As long as it can bring them enough profit, they won't care if they are asked to go to the auction with a stick. So, I got my own license plate in Vivian's hand even more happily, and left the information corresponding to my number plate.

However, with so many people attending the auction, someone will always notice the new ideas hidden under the ugly number plate.

At this time, the leader of the Thorn of the Roses, Lady Anna Lawrence, was fiddling with the number plate in her hand with great interest. Because of the number plate received in the first few bits. So, now, she was sitting in the noisy banquet hall, in the seat prepared for the Rose Thorn, with a playful smile on her face, looking at the number plate in her hand over and over.

And beside her, the deputy head of the Thorn of the Rose. The female mage Stella was sitting bored. She looked around the banquet hall and complained, "This damn place is just too crowded. Everyone was next to each other, reminding me of my days at the Mage Academy. ”

Anna still looked at the number plate in her hand, and asked teasingly, "Since you don't want to come, then why do you want to come with you?" Kerry had already said before the auction began, although each mercenary group could have two participants, but that was so that someone could be a staff officer. You can't come up with any ideas, so why do you have to come here?"

Stella still sat there puffingly: "Who said I can't come up with any ideas, it's just that it's too noisy here." The noise upsets me. ”

When Anna spoke again, her words were already smiling: "I see, you're not upset by the noise, you should have seen someone's girlfriend at the door, right?"

Saying that, Anna also used the usual aria of bards: "Oh~~, my sweetheart! Why can't you look at me~~~, does that lady already occupy your heart? The pain in my heart is like being stung by ten thousand bees~~~~, oh~~~~ Why, your eyes can't look at me~~~." ”

Stella's face turned red, and she reached out to tickle Anna's itch: "Why are you still making fun of me? You've been paying attention to that Mr. John a lot lately, what's the matter, aren't you also interested in someone?"

Anna smiled and pushed Stella's hand away, answering Stella's question, "Don't guess, I don't like Mr. John." ”

"Then why do you keep an eye on him all day? I can't think of any other reason than liking him. ”

"It's not because I like him, don't you think, Mr. John, that he has many secrets?" Anna's face began to become serious, and Stella put away her playful expression. It's just that she is still a little unconvinced: "What if you have a secret? It's not a guy who has no combat power and can only stay in Thor's Hammer with the help of potions." ”

Anna shook her head, "He's not just a pharmacist. I'll make you a bet that today, your sweetheart won't show up in front of you to preside over this auction. ”

"Oh, why do you say that?" said Stella's face was full of doubt.

Anna raised the number plate in her hand: "That's it." ”