"Five hundred! This young and handsome young master and his friends bid five hundred! Does anyone offer a higher price?" the old host on the stage shouted loudly, and the eyes of the people around him gradually turned to the two teenagers, who suddenly became Cesare, who was the focus of his gaze, felt uncomfortable. He lowered his head and pulled up his clothes, trying his best not to let anyone recognize him.
"Five hundred and five." A man holding a pipe suddenly opened his bid, and then people with a wait-and-see attitude raised their bids. In just a blink of an eye, the auction price quickly reached 100% from the initial low price. Thousand three, and is still rising gradually. This made Sandino anxious. He thought there wouldn't be too many people competing with him for the opportunity to make a fortune, but now it seems that they are just waiting for the first person to start the game.
"Two thousand one." A woman wearing a classical style next to him broke the price limit of two thousand, and Cesare turned to look at her.
Although the woman was dressed gorgeously, like a wife from a wealthy family, the scars accumulated over the years could not be covered under the top hat. A small piece of skin was also exposed irregularly between the cuffs of the clothes and the white gloves. That was not easy. The rough skin that was noticed was not in the condition of a pampered rich lady, which made Cesare wonder how many people in this auction were arranged by the organizer.
But Sandino couldn't control that much. He saw the price gradually getting out of control, and the expression of the old host on the stage gradually couldn't hide his joy, and only one of his eyes turned into a crescent moon with joy. Sandino clenched his fists anxiously, "This is a great opportunity for us to make a fortune, and I don't want to miss it easily."
"How about forgetting it? If it can't be repaired, the cost will already exceed our expectations." Cesare said worriedly.
"I believe in you brother, there is nothing you can't fix!" Sandino's eyes were bright. He never doubted Cesare's ability. He has always believed in Cesare unconditionally.
"Since we met, you have given me too many surprises. This time, I bet you to win." Sandino took a deep breath, put his right hand into his arms and took out all his money bags. , weighed it twice, and then slowly raised his left hand and was about to continue raising the price, when a young and energetic voice suddenly came from the left side of the two people and directly interrupted Sandino's quotation.
"Three thousand." His tone rose slightly, as if he was dismissive of all the competitors in the venue. Just from his voice, you could feel that he was an extremely arrogant guy from the bottom of his heart to his skin, and he was someone who was very proud of himself. Centered narcissist.
Cesare listened to the familiar voice and looked over there. He saw a handsome and arrogant young man with his golden hair back, his forehead raised, and his sharp eyes showing his arrogance to the world all the time. His aura, although he seemed to be only about the same age as Cesare and Sandino, his aura was no different from that of an incurable adult noble.
He was wearing the school uniform of San Carlo and a white coat. He was holding a cane carved from ivory in both hands. He was surrounded by a circle of students who were also San Carlo. They are the dog legs that follow him, but they are different from Boris and his followers. These dog legs look more elegant and noble, but they are all arrogant and arrogant without exception.
When the blond boy's eyes met Cesare's, the corner of the guy's mouth raised, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Hilton? Why is he here?" Sandino looked over there in confusion. "I didn't know he would like to auction these things. He must have seen us and deliberately made things difficult for us!"
"Maybe it's just that your campus intelligence network is not perfect enough. Everyone has some little-known hobbies. There is nothing strange about it." Cesare responded nonchalantly, but his eyes were still fixed on Hilton.
Hilton von Wilhelm was the son of a Marquis. His father was a Marquis of the Third Reich of Ronisia. He had great military exploits. Hilton von Wilhelm was also a powerful figure in the College of St. Carlius. Both students and professors saw this arrogance. All the guys took a detour.
Legend has it that this guy was a born womanizer. In order to prevent him from getting close to Crocia, Cesare did not take any pains to prevent him from getting close to Crocia. Soon after they entered school, the two of them had a series of frictions. Although Hilton He said that he would not be as knowledgeable as an illegitimate son of an earl, but from the current point of view, he is still a terrifying and narrow-minded person.
"Three thousand and one!" Sandino shouted. In addition to maintaining the aura of being determined to win, he also had an aura of unwillingness to admit defeat. Seeing him like this, Cesare couldn't help but worry: "You Are you sure it's okay? I remember your family isn't that rich, right?"
"Don't worry, brothers never fight unprepared." Sandino patted the money bag in his clothes, his eyes shifted to Hilton in the distance again, and said disdainfully: "Don't look at it, it's from a Marquis family. He seems to be a big deal with a cane, but in fact he has no magic talent at all. I heard that he can't even feel the basic flow of magic power. I have long been looking for opportunities to frustrate his energy."
"Hilton doesn't know magic?" This was the first time Cesare said it. "Then how did he get the qualification to own a cane?" For Cesare, he dreamed of getting a magic cane, but without the permission of his family, anyone holding a cane privately was not allowed in the eyes of the church. Felons forgiven.
Sandino sneered. "I don't have a good lord father. His father firmly believed that his children were all geniuses in fighting. They were all gifted war angels who descended to earth. They could all enter St. Andrews College and graduate successfully. But he found out after giving Hilton a cane. This guy has no talent at all. He is even more of a magic idiot than a commoner. He made his lord father so angry. Why don't he just throw him to St. Carlius and come to school with us? I really don't know what to be proud of every day."
Although Sandino firmly believed that Hilton could never hear his words due to the distance between them, Hilton's eyes that quietly narrowed with a hint of murderous intent still made Sandino swallow, reminding him that the Baron should treat the Marquis What are the basic etiquettes to follow.
"Three thousand and five." Hilton raised the price again with a wave of his hand. At this time, except for some small whispers, no outsiders were participating in the auction. It seemed that the price had reached a critical point where people thought it was not worth continuing to take the risk. value.
"Three thousand and six!" Although Sandino was a little scared, he straightened his back and raised his chin to pretend to be at Hilton's shoulder level.
The old host on the stage didn't care about any grudges. His smile that was originally polite in the industry had gradually turned into a smile from the bottom of his heart, and the bids were still being raised by Hilton and Sandino. "That's enough." Hilton tapped the ground with his cane, and finally began to have an unhappy expression on his face, as if he was fed up with competing with the son of a baron. "Seven thousand, I want this."
The old host, who had just been disgusted with the mechanical parts from Hunyadi's house, wanted to hold this thing and kiss it, but his years of accomplishment still allowed him to suppress his inner joy, thinking about these things. The little nobleman's money is easy to fool, and he can't wait to put the hammer down immediately, lest the descendants of the marquis suddenly regret it.
"Seven thousand once! Seven thousand twice!"
Seeing that Hilton was about to get serious, Cesare also tugged on Sandino's clothes. "Forget it, Hilton himself is hostile to me, there is no need to involve you." However, Sandino was already on his head at this time, and he patted Cesare's hand gently, as if he didn't want to involve him at this time. It was Cesare who was calm, not himself. "Don't worry, we haven't lost yet!"
Sandino touched his pockets all over his body and kept calculating something, as if he was betting some wealth that he didn't carry with him into the auction. "Seven thousand..." Sandino bit his lip, and then let out his last hoarse roar like a dying soldier on the battlefield. "Seven thousand and ten copper coins! And my family crest is on the line!" The voice even became hoarse, shocking the entire venue and causing great embarrassment.
The voice became calmer, and strange looks came to him again. Sandino raised his head with satisfaction and looked at Hilton triumphantly, like a victorious general showing off his glory to the defeated captives. He may even have forgotten that the other party still has the opportunity to continue to raise the price.
However, Hilton was not angry, but looked at Sandino and Cesare as if they were idiots, with expressions of surprise and disgust. Cesare understood that expression, which was the expression that appeared when he determined that something was wrong with the other party. . The people around him also looked at Hilton with strange eyes, waiting to see if Hilton would continue to bid. The feeling of being stared at by strange eyes also made this noble young master very uncomfortable.
"Freaks." After just muttering casually, Hilton didn't want to have anything to do with these two freaks in the eyes of others, so he threw off his clothes, quietly turned around and walked into the crowd with his people.
"Haha! Let me just say we can win! If Hilton knows your ability, he will definitely not let go of this opportunity to make a fortune. When the two of us make money, I will have to show off in front of him and make him regret it to death. !”
In fact, Cesare's feelings at this time were similar to Hilton's, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. But seeing his friend's happy face, who had completely ignored his image in order to get rich, Cesare could only smile awkwardly, and then silently said Pull the skirt higher.
The old host still didn't care so much. Regardless of whether he was a baron or a marquis, anyone who paid a high price was a good baron. "The young master is so generous. So seven thousand and ten copper coins once... seven thousand and ten copper coins twice. No one will offer a higher price!?" The old host raised the golden hammer and was about to drop it. A scantily clad waitress hurriedly ran up from the stage and whispered something into the old host's ear.
"Ahem." The old host cleared his throat and tidied his clothes respectfully. "Five silver coins once! Five silver coins twice!"
"Five silver coins!?" Sandino's face was full of disbelief. He weakly touched his pocket, but he knew clearly that he had even gambled his buttons in. "Five silver coins is...ten thousand!? How could someone raise it so high!?"
"Five silver coins were sold! One of our distinguished customers bought this mechanical part, let us congratulate him!" The old host decided the outcome of the auction with one hammer blow, but he did not mention the identity of the buyer, and even asked The entire process became perfunctory. Cesare didn't pay too much attention to Sandino, who had a sad face. Instead, he looked at the noble boxes on the second floor and saw that Count Laurian, who was standing there, had turned around and left, leaving only the girl. Lying on the edge of the stage, smiling to himself.
