“The Royal Capital Auction House, whose full name is Gloria Auction House, together with the Chant Auction House of the St. Mecia Empire and the Lorraine Auction House of the Federation of the Kingdom of Iter, have become the three top auction houses in the mainland.
In every auction it holds, the total transaction volume will not be less than 100,000 gold coins. He has also auctioned off more than one ninth-level rare item such as [Magnifer's Scepter], [Dragon's Fall], and [Crescent Crown]. "
“More than two thousand years ago, when the auction house was first built, the owner of the auction house had the honor to invite the Emperor to attend the ceremony, and by the way, he changed the name of the auction house to the Emperor’s name in a fair and just manner.
Emperor Gloria did not express any objection. "
"For thousands of years, even if the emperor of the empire has been replaced by Gloria III, even if the layout of the royal capital has changed again and again, and countless forces have risen and fallen, this auction house has always remained strong."
"So far, Gloria Auction House has developed into the highest-level auction house in the entire Royal Capital and even the entire Gloria Empire."
As Avis explained to Fiona, the carriage slowly drove into the open parking area in front of the auction house gate.
After stepping out of the carriage, Avis extended his right hand in a gentlemanly manner, allowing Fiona to use his strength to step out of the carriage.
This unusual appearance immediately attracted the attention of some nearby players.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"At your service, lovely lady!"
"..."
The degree of 'enthusiasm' of these players immediately startled the little girl. She instinctively grabbed Anvis's arm and hid behind the boy. Her light blond hair lit up alertly. Kate was in her arms. Some of them were also hairy.
The accompanying family guards quickly opened the force field and blocked the seven or eight players who gathered around them from a certain range.
They are also difficult to do. No one can guarantee whether there are any hidden people among these outsiders who are trying to do harm to the protected objects.
Anvis had no choice but to quickly lead the girl towards the door of the auction house, which was guarded by two giant dragons.
After showing the invitation letter to the waiter at the door, the two of them were immediately greeted respectfully, received personally by the receptionist, and introduced to the VIP box on the top floor.
This auction was not an annual [Seir]-level auction, and there were no special items on display. Not many high-ranking nobles were present.
If Avis didn't have relevant memories, he would also look down on ordinary auction items.
Halfway through, Anvis suddenly noticed something.
So, he temporarily ordered the receptionist to stop, and took Fiona and the somewhat strange person in charge to a corridor behind the auction house.
Then, from a blind on the side, a small metal dart suddenly flew in from between the fan blades.
In the bewildered eyes of the person in charge, a miniature magic circle lit up, and with a flash of light, the figure of a foreigner suddenly appeared.
.….….
Due to the arrival of players half a year ago, the auction house had no choice but to send several fifth-level guards to guard the gate, allowing only second-level and above professionals to enter.
Prevent a group of sandbox players from going in and causing trouble and disturbing other normal guests.
However, after discovering that there was a 'level restriction' on entering the auction house, players began to try all kinds of strange methods to sneak in by bypassing the guards, and never tired of doing so.
Finding defensive weaknesses is one of the ways.
For example, at this moment, using a special dart engraved with a short-range transfer circle, the last dragonborn directly used the transformation spell to move into the room.
Maybe his level is enough, but players just don't take the usual path. This is faith!
The elf just turned his head as he picked up the dart that fell on the ground coolly.
Three NPCs were looking at him thoughtfully behind him.
Looking into each other's eyes, the last dragonborn suddenly froze in his movement to pick up the darts, not knowing what to do.
I obviously didn’t see anyone coming before!
"Uh... Dear Mr. Anvis, do you need any help?"
After a moment of silence, the elf player smiled awkwardly.
At the same time, with Anvis watching, he quickly touched the game panel with his mind, called out a silver-gray pigeon that was a circle larger than an ordinary homing pigeon, and sent a message.
"Things have changed, please put things on hold!"
It was an advanced homing pigeon that moved directly across space with a delay of several seconds and could not enter or leave a special map.
The system store sells it for 32 yuan a month, with three colors to choose from. If you add 10 yuan more, you can also buy a dyeing package by yourself. Buy for six months at a time with a 20% discount, and there are discounts on holidays.
"Do you know who I am?"
Anvis showed an interesting smile. Logically speaking, he should not know the current last dragonborn at this time.
"Of course! You are His Excellency Anvis Olivierdi! The eternal crystal bird, synonymous with glory and wealth, the light of hope that illuminates the entire world...
Your wisdom is unparalleled, and your appearance is unparalleled. As a member of the sentient beings shrouded in your supreme glory, I have admired you for a long time! "
The elf was stunned for a moment, and then immediately remembered to delete the public beta files. He quickly put on a smile and blew a rainbow fart for free.
The receptionist on the side was stunned when he heard this. The hand he was about to raise stopped and he didn't know how to deal with him.
"Brother...are you so powerful?"
Fiona was also startled by the adjective of the Last Dragonborn, and couldn't help but look at Anvis in surprise, her big lake-blue eyes filled with admiration.
"...Well, stranger, your sincerity touches me."
Anvis sighed. Although the way the last dragonborn reunited with him was a bit embarrassing, he liked hearing this.
That's what's good about the last dragonborn, he is honest.
"You remind me of a follower I once had. He is an Elf just like you. Although he has some unique quirks, he is at least loyal enough and has good abilities."
"It's a pity that he died. When he sneaked into the noble girl's room, stole her underwear and escaped, he was too excited and accidentally triggered the defensive circle outside the window."
As he spoke, Avis shook his head regretfully, as if sighing for the fate of 'a certain follower'.
Why did I die in such a shameful way?
The last dragonborn's eyelids jumped when he heard this, but he didn't know what to say.
"Outlander, you reminded me of that poor man again. Well, I'll give you a chance. Are you willing to become my follower?"
Looking at the elf, Anvis smiled again.
[System prompt: Anvis invites you to become his follower. Do you accept it? 】
【whether】
"Ready to serve you at any time, Dear Sir Avis!"
Looking at the system prompts that were refreshed on the panel again, the Last Dragonborn was ecstatic.
"Very well, then, in memory of my former elf follower, you will be called Rivers."
Anvis's mouth curled up slightly, and a new line of prompts appeared on the elf's panel again.
[System prompt: Anvis changed your name]
"By the way, my name is..."
The character name he had chosen could not be spoken out, and the elf was lost in thought as he watched the panel revert to Rivers' name column.
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