Hey Timothy Grail

Fang Han nodded, showing a wry smile, and then suddenly looked in the direction of the door.

There seemed to be commotion outside the house.Although Fang Han had set up a certain measure before, it might not have the function of isolating the sound from the outside, and the voices of the two gradually became clearer.

"Please, please wait a moment, Mr. Melvin. Senior Fang Han said that no one will be allowed in."

"Woohoo! I've said it all, but I helped everyone complete his task of getting rid of me!"

Hearing this conversation, Fang Han's expression softened a bit.

"It turned out to be that guy. Matthew, help me open the door for him."

"Ah good."

As soon as the door opened, two entangled figures fell in.

Cowles on one side and Melvin on the other.The white-haired young man dusted off his white suit, then proudly puffed out his chest.

"Hmph. Just like you begged me so hard, I will ask them to postpone the auction!"

"The results of it?"

"Haha, don't worry about this kind of work that needs to be complained to. There are loopholes in the catalog, train delays, and improper arrangements for boarding halfway. Anyway, what can I say? Protest that they will pick up the plane later and need further funding. Funding is asking them to delay the start of the auction. Let alone dusk, they have agreed to start late at night."

The word "medical trouble" flashed through Little Eggplant's mind, but Matthew refrained from saying it.

What to say, this young man really exudes an aura that is very good at this kind of thing.

She could easily imagine him whining and whining like this in a luxury store in London, but judging from the results, he belongs to the category that should be classified as a VIP, which is even worse.

"Just right."

Fang Han also nodded.

He took out his pocket watch on a silver chain to check the time.

"Is there still ten hours until twelve o'clock... It's still quite scary, I don't know if I can catch up."

"Mr. Fang Han, what are we going to do next?"

Cowles asked a little uneasily.

Regarding his question, Fang Han just smiled slightly distressed.

"It's useless to be anxious now. Let's recharge your batteries first. —By the way, Cowles, can I ask you one thing?"

"Good Mr. Fang Han."

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This short but thrilling trip to the Rail Zeppelin will usher in a premonition of the end.

Finally, in the dead of night, a certain broadcast sounded in the car.

"Everyone."

It was Rodin's voice.

The familiar baritone solemnly struck the eardrums of all the guests.

"Everyone—the magic eye auction is here. Please move to the second compartment. Pandaemonium."

Greetings from the driver echoed through the train like solemn musical instruments.

This strange place is almost suffocating.

Just like the name of the Wanmo Eyeball Library, the walls inside are filled with glass cylinders containing eyeballs.These densely covered eyeballs have a strangeness that even I, who have seen many magicians, feel intimidated.If these are all magic eyes, then there must be mysteries and stories beyond imagination hidden in each of them.

At the same time, another oddity cannot be ignored.

(…the room size is not quite right.)

No matter how you look at it, this is not the size that a carriage should have.

Leaving aside the length, the width should be twice the normal size.The magician felt that the space-distorting magic was applied at the minimum necessary level or some other method was used.There is a section higher in the depths, where the driver and host are waiting.

It should be other staff who are driving this train now, or the train itself can run automatically.

"I kept you waiting for a long time."

The driver spoke again.

His figure, his voice, seemed to have been assimilated with the darkness and stood there for thousands of years.Mash feels that as long as the magic eye collects the train for one day, the other party will not disappear.

Likewise, if the Rail Zeppelin ceased to exist, he would go with it.

Existence like Renzhuli.

Almost all the guests, including Modern Magic and Law and Politics, were present.

"There are five magic eyes exhibited this time. The performance and terms of each magic eye, the estimated price of the transaction (Estimate) and the precautions for the auction are all explained in the catalog in your hand. Please confirm in advance. "

There are five pieces in total.

I have only seen three of them before, and the remaining two were probably introduced during the dinner that Fang Han and others did not attend.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Fang Han and his party are very Buddhist about this.

Not really wanting to get stuff at all costs.

"In addition, according to the previous explanation, the currency unit used in this auction is the US dollar. Although the entire journey is within the British Empire, this magic eye collection train operates throughout Europe, which may cause dissatisfaction among some guests. Please also Forgive me. This train also has a US dollar exchange service, and at the same time can communicate with the outside world so that you can confirm your own financing status, please feel free to use it.”

After finishing the explanation, the driver took a step back.

Instead, a woman in a fur coat.

"Then, the magic eye auction begins here."

The auction host, Leandro, declared solemnly.

A tiny gavel dangled on the chest of the fur coat.For some reason, that shabby piece of wood looked terrible to the average magician.

"...I didn't expect to use US dollars in the car of the Dead Apostles. It's outrageous."

"...This is Great Britain, shouldn't we use pounds or euros?"

Fujimaru Tachika replied quietly.

However, in the sight of the red-haired girl.

Neither Olga Marie nor Yvette even looked at them now.Although they were all involved in the incident, but at the same time they are all real magicians.At the time of this magic eye auction, they can put aside all other distracting thoughts.

At the same time, this strange enthusiasm does not only come from the guests present.

Mash felt that the familiar gazes from just now were focusing on the stage.

"Now reveal the first magic eye."

As soon as the host took her bow, another staff member appeared beside her.

In his hand, he held a beautifully shaped glass cylinder that was different from the one placed by the wall.Inside, it goes without saying, is a pair of eyeballs.Seeing that the cylinder was placed next to it, the host nodded with satisfaction and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"The first is a Noble Color, the magic eye of 'Burning'. As a Noble Color, it can be said to be the most basic, so the starting price is 100 million US dollars. Then, the auction begins."

The gavel struck.

Before the sound fell, the bidding had already begun.

"$110 million."

"$120 million."

"$130 million."

The voices of the familiars erupted one after another.

I heard that in large-scale auctions, the asking price is announced by the host, but the auction on the Rail Zeppelin (Rail Zeppelin) has less than [-] participants, so it is decided to use the auction by the participants. The way the reader reports the numbers directly.

Having said that, since most of the familiars are birds such as owls or crows, it makes the scene feel chills down the spine.Although parrots can also learn to speak, it is only imitation after all.There is neither will nor intelligence in their words, but now, the calls made by the familiars are not only intellectual, but also stick to the strange obsession with magic eyes and money.

This made an artificial human like Demaxiu feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, what is even more uncomfortable is Chi Guoguo's money transactions.

"$150 million."

"$170 million."

"$190 million."

Bidding continues.Like a mantra with multiple bars.

Under the effect of the obsession hidden in the voice, this auction became like some kind of grand ceremony in the eyes of poor magicians such as Lixiang and Rin.Every time a new price is reported, the chair will make a creaking sound, and Matthew feels that the distorted space is further skewed.No, maybe this really is magic.

She remembered that Dr. Roman once said that money is not only a common fantasy created by people, but also a kind of magic.That being the case, the so-called auction is the best proof of this theory.What's more, this is the magic eye auction.

After all the familiars had bid once, someone raised the sign for the first time.

"$500 million."

It's Yvette.

She nearly tripled the price in one go.

Matthew suddenly remembered that she said before that guests who really want to bid will not participate in the auction through familiars.Now she seems to be just opening up before the declaration, and the fun has just begun.

The air in the train became more intense.

It turns out that such fierce competition is only the starting price.

030 Rich Joan Can Do Whatever She Wants

A rich Joan of Arc can do whatever she wants.

Just when Lixiang and others were still counting how many zeros there are in the 500 million dollars.