[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

The crowded small bar is filled with the smell of butter beer, and the greasy tables and chairs are shiny with dirt, but few bar customers here can care about this problem, they only pay attention The news given by the brokers today, or watch some special auctions on a very rare occasion.

Yes, this is a rather rudimentary auction house.

There are a lot of people here today, except for the old wooden table top that has been destroyed by countless knives and axes at the bar, there are still a few vacant seats, and there are basically no seats left in other places——

Because I heard that dragon eggs and young dragons will be auctioned here today.

Some ordinary people without magical powers also enthusiastically came early and took up the seats on the farthest side, trying to have a look at these famous magical creatures, just to open their eyes.

The guests were dressed in all kinds of clothes, wizard robes, nightgowns, ordinary vests, and washed-out denim... There were even some guys wrapped in black robes whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Jingle Bell.

The fence-like door was pushed open, which alarmed the bell hanging next to it. Many people looked up habitually, but it was difficult to turn their eyes back for a while——

It was really because the appearance of the two men who walked in was so stunning, as if they brought in all the sunlight from outside the alley.

The light-blond man walking in front naturally exudes an arrogance that no one can look down on. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose complement the platinum-blond hair, and the silver-gray eyes are half-closed. , pointed chin raised slightly - this kind of habitual arrogance, one can tell at a glance that it is from a wealthy background.

In particular, his brows, which had not been loosened since he walked in, showed his incompatibility with this muddy place.

The man who was slightly behind by half a step had no expression on his face, and his whole body was not showing any breath. He was wearing a pure black suit, a dark blue shirt and a silver tie with dark patterns.Because the aura around him is all introverted, deliberately reducing the sense of presence, at first glance, everyone automatically classifies him as the bodyguard of the rich man in front.

Maybe it's because of his good-looking face that the bodyguards dress better than them these days.

Many people are secretly jealous.

On the contrary, several people in black robes looked up suspiciously, and when they touched the iconic light-blond hair of the Malfoy family, they couldn't help thinking blankly:

Don't the Malfoys hate Muggles the most?Still wearing Muggle clothes?

The eyes of ordinary people in the corners secretly swept from all corners, turned around Ivan's body for a long time, trying to find out where the man hid the weapon, but based on their years of experience in the underground world, they found that there was no .

... What kind of trick?Two young masters swaggering here to wait for the auction?

Could it be a wizard?

But doesn't it mean that rich wizards don't rarely wear their sweet potatoes... er, whatever, they don't wear the clothes of people who can't magic?

Behind the bar counter, the shopkeeper who was wiping a glass with concentration had a long black beard, messed up in a mess, and the lower half of his face was blocked by the thick beard like weeds.From the moment the two men walked in, he had finished sizing up their identities, but he didn't show anything on his face, even after Draco used a handkerchief to pad his butt in disgust and sat on the empty seat at the bar , and asked with a smile, "Do you need something to drink?"

Draco didn't expect any high-end wine here, and even if there was, he wasn't interested in trying it in a glass here.

Reluctantly sitting on the high stool, he straightened one leg and pointed to the ground, crossed his arms and glanced at the wine on the wall behind the boss, and was about to ask for a glass of lemonade—but his eyes noticed The other party's dark nails made his face even paler, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "...No need."

The man behind the bar didn't take it seriously, raised his hand and brought the two glasses of lemonade that he had prepared in front of them, and said lightly: "Welcome, two glasses of lemonade, free of charge."

Draco's eyes drifted to the man next to him vaguely, and the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious: If you dare to take a sip, you are not allowed to kiss me until you brush your teeth today.

The young master who broke out in cleanliness instantly felt as if he was surrounded by the air covered by the plague spell just thinking about the degree of filth here.

The owner of the bar had an intuition that things were about to go wrong today, so he wiped the bar counter aimlessly with one hand, and took out his mobile phone from under the table with the other. Before the screen could be turned on, the black-haired man sitting in front of him suddenly said:

"A cup of 'Devil's Graveyard'."

The boss looked up at him reflexively, moved his beard, smiled again, and politely replied: "Sorry, I don't know how to adjust this."

"Then search online, the network signal here is not bad." The black-haired man said calmly, because the tone of his speech was cold, when he spoke like this, it always gave people the illusion of an order.

When he met those pale blue eyes without any emotional fluctuations, for some reason, the boss always felt that the air was a bit cold.

Stubble.

He smiled and picked up the mobile phone under his table, entered the message according to the other party's intention, and asked, "Pound pound or Galleon?"

"Pound pounds." Ivan answered casually, moved his gaze to the other party's mobile phone screen, and asked seemingly casually: "My young master is very interested in today's auction, and even came here in person, hoping that there will be no auction. What accident, what do you think?"

"Of course, the reputation of this restaurant has always been good." Smartly accepted his hint, the bar owner quickly looked away after a brief exchange of glances with him, pretending to look at his mobile phone seriously, and silently mourned for his opponent by the way .

Everyone is equal before life, and he has tried his best.

Draco always felt that the hairs on his arms were going to stand on end, and he felt that the other party's seemingly understatement, but he felt that it had a special meaning-'my young master'.

Molesting him in public, the dragon's skin is almost as thick as his original scale armor.

At this moment, the door of this old bar was pushed open again, and a rough voice filled every corner with a smile: "The business is good today, Andrew, you should thank me."

"Indeed, so - your drink is free today." The boss's voice came from behind the bar, calm and steady, completely unable to hear the subtext hidden in his heart: as my farewell gift for you.

If Ivan and Draco who walked in before were really particular about their clothes, then the ones who came in this time were really too casual.Like a linen coat on the body, a sealed bag of almost the same material is tied around the thick waist of the bucket, and it hangs bulgingly to the knees.

And that beard was even more messy, as if a thousand fleas could hide in it.

Draco felt as if he was surrounded by dirt all over his body at a glance, and thought that if he dared to sit in the empty seat next to him, he would definitely get out.

Perhaps because he sensed his strong intentions, or because he felt that it was inconvenient to sit in front of the bar, the big man who came in grabbed the bag at his waist, walked to the table in the center of the bar, and smiled at them with big yellow teeth:

"Brother, would you mind making room for me?"

After all, he is today's protagonist, and this person's unpleasant aura is about to fill the entire bar. On the spot, a person sitting on the farthest side stood up silently, walked to the edge of another bench and sat down next to each other. .

This man is not talking nonsense, his eyes turned around deliberately, he grinned in the direction of the bar owner, and said while sitting astride: "The reputation here is getting bigger and bigger, even these pampered rich people Can you please come?"

It seems that what he is going to sell today is right.

"Stop talking nonsense, the cauldron fire in my house is still on. If you don't want to become the next potion ingredient, I suggest you take it out quickly." A hoarse voice came from under a certain black robe, with Full of warnings.

The smile on the seller's face hadn't had time to put it away. After hearing this, his expression remained unchanged, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but after realizing that it was a man in black robes, he put away his eyes unwillingly.

Damn, it's a dark wizard, I can't afford it.

When he opened the cloth bag, he raised his gaze slightly, and lightly met with a few people in the corner, they nodded almost invisible.

In the next second, several hard dragon eggs rolled out of it, one fiery red and two bright green, which looked like large pine nuts.

At the same moment, his voice resounded throughout the bar again: "One thousand gold Galleons, starting with the dragon's egg."

"Fifteen hundred Galleons—"

"Two thousand Galleons—"

... There were shouts one after another, and most of them came from the black robes. It seems that the dark wizards are relatively hidden.

"Five thousand Galleons." A voice came from the corner, instantly raising the price a lot.

Draco idly listened to the asking prices in the din, and for some reason, he always felt that there was a vague order in this place, as if no one was worried about any violence.

"Ten thousand Galleons." While thinking aimlessly, he didn't forget to call out the price.

The scene was silent for a while, and many people looked in his direction. Among them, several black robes who had not raised their heads looked up silently. Before the auction started, they were still closing their eyes and resting their minds. They didn't know that the voice was Mal. Fujia's.

After thinking about it, they gave up and continued bidding.

"Ha! A friendly reminder, sir, after the auction is successful, it will belong to you, but these dragons don't have a good temper. If you just treat it as a pet, the consequences will not be too good." The man who sold the dragon egg said nothing. He smiled kindly at him, with a smell of blood in his expression.

It seemed as if he was thinking about spraying this noble young master into ashes in one gulp after these dragons grew up.

Rich people, don't they just want to be a tall pet?

If it was before, with Draco's temper, he would have damaged this guy so much that he didn't even recognize his ancestors.However, at this time, he was only silent for a second, and then lazily pulled the corner of his lips, and replied with a drawn-out tone, "I don't need you to worry about it."

In fact, when the man talked about treating dragons as pets, he quietly rolled a hundred eyes in his heart.

pet?

Whose pet wants the owner to keep him close to each other?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: Heard people say you're a pet?

Ivan: Huh?What do you think?

Draco: ...I'm going to chip that guy right now.