Gooden, who didn't want to pay attention to the other party, didn't show anything on his face when he heard this, but he had already thought about how to teach this guy a lesson.

For the Charleson family, he Gooden really doesn't have the ability to turn his face.

But when it comes to a second son, it's casual.

In addition, there is an old enmity here, which will provoke and give an excuse, and Gooden can't get over it if he doesn't come to collect interest.

"Smack......

A crisp sound of flesh and meat colliding sounded.

Everyone present was stunned, and Gooden slapped Fakado directly without saying a word?!

"As the son of a baron, isn't there anyone who teaches you how to deal with a lord?"

Facardo, who was slapped in the face, had not recovered at the moment, and his face was a little distorted after reacting for a while.

Where has he been so wronged since he was a child, and being slapped in this public place is undoubtedly equivalent to a slap in the face of his family.

Fakado, who was full of anger, picked up his fist and wanted to push it up.

Goldern was quick with his hands, and raising his leg was to kick the other party away.

The guards who reacted beside him hurriedly stepped forward to block the two, and the guards on the other side also stepped forward one after another.

And just now, Gooden directly hung an impulsive and irritable entry to the other party while pulling out that slap.

This time, it is estimated that the mentality exploded directly to seek revenge on him.

Sure enough, Fakado, who staggered back a few steps, was completely carried away by anger at this moment, and directly pulled out the weapon on his waist and rushed forward.

If it weren't for the help of the guards, I'm afraid I would have gone up to fight to the end.

"Gooden, you can't afford to play, can you? Give it all to me! ”

Looking at the crazy Facado, Goodern only added lightly.

"Come, let him go, and according to the charge of attacking the lord, no one will dare to say anything if I execute you on the spot now."

As he spoke, Gooden slowly drew his long sword and pointed it at the other party.

Under the cold metallic sheen of the long sword, Fakado came to his senses in an instant, and no longer struggled, but continued to stare at Goodern with angry eyes.

"It's just the son of a baron, and it's not a baron, don't dangle in front of my eyes if you don't have the ability, otherwise the old and new accounts will be settled with you."

Gooden was not used to the other party, and after viciously leaving a villainous sentence, he took people away directly.

Although the old saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but unfortunately Gooden is not a gentleman, he is just a self-interested ordinary person.

If you have the strength not to pretend to be forced to slap your face, what is the difference between that and salted fish?

On the way back, Joseph Sr. expressed his confusion about Gooden's unusual behavior.

"Young master, if you humiliate the other party in public like this, I'm afraid the Charleson family will ......"

"What are you afraid of, it's not to slap his father's face." Goodern said with some disdain.

At the same time, Goodern took advantage of Joseph Sr.'s absence to speak, and directly explained with the magical information he had just learned.

"I did feel a little upset with that idiot just now, and there is no need to do this, but thinking of the Charlison family's abnormal behavior, I plan to test the water with Facado and see how the other party reacts."

"And that slap just now, I'm afraid the Charleson family will not stop recently."

Old Joseph did not ask, but silently followed the group back to his lodgings.

Upon his return, Gooden routinely refreshed the entries one by one, but he and Joseph Sr. still couldn't find a suitable option.

And among the accompanying guards, they brushed up a good combat power entry, and pulled it out to talk (xi) and talk (nao) separately.

In a few moments, the chosen soldier looked at Goodern with a feverish look on his face and swore allegiance.

Looking at the other party's fanatical expression, Gooden sighed deeply, he was on the road to becoming a pyramid scheme leader, and he was getting farther and farther.

And compared to building a team of macho men, Gooden still wants to build a battle maid or something in his heart.

After all, it can be eye-catching, and it can fight, how wonderful this kind of thing is.

After the change, Goodern returned to his room and began to modify the weapon.

After some selection and selection, finally, the second entry modification of the day was applied to the magic rifle.

[Mana Energy Storage: Able to store the mana required for three shots, and reduce the mana required for one shot every eight hours after storing mana]

For a magic rifle that doesn't have a trigger, this entry doesn't affect others who threaten themselves if they get it.

At the same time, with this entry, Gudern can also quickly fire and fire in critical situations without using magic, maximizing his margin for error.

There was one last chance to change the term, and Goodern didn't plan to use it.

It's not in your own castle right now, so you'll have to leave a few changes just in case.

For his own life, Gooden still attaches great importance to it, after all, the number of times is wasted, and there will be another day again.

But if you lose your life, you really lose it......

……

On the other side, Fakado looked at the red palm prints on his face, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but rise again.

"It's just a lord, just wait...... The coming year will be your time of death! ”

The anger in his heart that he couldn't vent made Fakado have to transfer it to Maihime.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day's auction was held after noon, and Goodern didn't wake up early as usual.

Instead, I slept a little lazily, and I thought it was a break from running around all day yesterday.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that he got up leisurely, washed up, and went to the auction house with Joseph Sr. and others.

The manganese steel taken out yesterday has been valued by the auction house, and after entering the venue, there are special personnel to take them to a VIP box.

Here, all kinds of luxurious furniture are available, and there is even a queen-size bed.

At the same time, there is a 'balcony' in the room, from which you can directly see the auction table and public seating below.

"Master Gooden, the auction will start in a while, you can take a break here, you can call us if you have needs, and you will be satisfied."

The young lady who led the way said in a gentle voice, and Gooden touched her stomach and said casually.

"I just got up, I'm a little hungry, let's get something to eat."

Something suddenly came to mind, and Goodern continued.

"By the way, give me a copy of today's auction list."

"Yes, Master Goodern."

Waiting for the other party to leave, Goodern removed the rifle he was carrying in a cloth bag.

He continued to carry the other cloth bag with the staff hidden, not because the staff was too valuable for fear of losing it.

Instead, Goodborn discovered that the staff didn't need to be held in his hand to take effect, as long as he carried it with him, he could enjoy the staff's buffs in real time.

It's just that when some offensive targeting magic is released, there will be inaccurate aim.

However, with his current strength, it is still difficult to release complete and lethal spells, which are not as convenient as rifles.