Casting spells

Just when Elizabeth was about to say something, Lavern suddenly appeared behind him at some point, and reminded in a low voice: "In 10 minutes, the official auction will start. If you don't want to miss it, you'd better do it right now." Follow me. After all, the first item sold was the advanced potion you provided a few days ago."

"Go and do your work. I'm going to change into a swimsuit to enjoy the sun and the beach." The girl blinked playfully, and took off her headdress, letting her waterfall-like long golden hair fall down.

No need to ask, she must be tempted by the charming scenery of Hawaii, and she has no intention of participating in the upcoming auction of important items.

"Hehe, well, have fun."

Zhang Cheng had no intention of forcing his girlfriend to follow him. After kissing her soft lips, he followed Lavern to the huge meeting place on the bottom floor of the yacht.

Different from the previous peripheral auction venues, some space folding techniques are obviously used here. At first glance, it looks like a large theater for concerts or operas, divided into upper, middle and lower floors.

The lowest level is reserved for the lord and those less important guests. Although it is not as densely packed as a movie theater, the gap between the positions is definitely not too big, and there are purple fluorescent cards placed on each position. , visually added some magical effects, it should be for the convenience of price increase.

The second floor is much more advanced and is divided into small rooms one after another, which are prepared for members of the various sub-parliaments and members of some ancient families.

As for the super-large luxury private rooms on the third floor, they are naturally reserved for the members of the most deserving council, as well as representatives of superpowers like the Wizarding Association.

In short, this place has completely stripped away the hypocritical lies and cover-ups in ordinary human society, and fully reflected the strict hierarchy.

"The front is your place." Laverne pointed to the far right entrance on the second floor.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Cheng didn't try to talk too much useless nonsense to the other party, he politely thanked him and immediately walked in and closed the door.

Because he knows that there are too many eyes staring at him here, and being too close to Laverne is definitely not a good thing.

Facts have proved that his judgment is not wrong at all.

Just a few private rooms away, an old man with short silver hair was squinting his eyes, observing Zhang Cheng through a crystal ball the size of a fist.

About two or three minutes later, he asked Anthony beside him with a cold face: "Is that him?"

"Yes! Father! It's him!" Anthony gritted his teeth and replied.

"Interesting! It seems that their relationship is definitely not simple! You must know that Laverne is a very proud guy. Unless his strength is recognized, he will never condescend to show a young man the way." The old man narrowed his eyes and muttered language.

You don't need to ask to know that this is none other than Anthony's biological father, the current patriarch of the Marcus family, Virgil.

Ever since he learned that his son was blown to pieces on the spot and almost died, he rushed from far away Quebec to New York non-stop, with the purpose of finding out the real strength of the enemy.

That's right!

In his eyes, this kind of naked provocation and threat to the Marcus family is enough to be regarded as a signal for war.

The only problem is that he is not sure whether the enemy is stronger or the foundation laid down by his family for hundreds of years is stronger. Once a war starts, will the family suffer heavy losses and eventually lead to decline and demise?

In fact, a family like Marcus, which has a huge influence on the North American underground world, can be said to be strong or weak, and the key depends on who the opponent is.

If it is an enemy at the level of an ordinary lord, it is naturally an unshakable behemoth. Sometimes they can make half of the underground world in North America unite to launch a siege and wipe out the enemy with just a few words.

But if it is replaced by a powerful faction like Laverne and Faust who stand at the apex of the pyramid, the resources they can use are very limited. At least many people will take the initiative to choose to sit on the sidelines for the sake of their own lives.

In this way, these ancient families have to use their old roots to fight each other desperately. Due to the gap in strength, many backbones will be exhausted in the fight, and eventually even if they win, they will lose their foothold and slowly move towards decay.

Therefore, before taking any action, Virgil had to figure out how heavy a price would be to pay if he wanted to deal with this young man with a mysterious background.

If it is the same as what Laverne warned, then naturally there is no need to say more, and the compensation will be paid honestly, and even try to eliminate the hostility of the other party, even if it means sacrificing his own son.

But if it is a bluff, then he has to carefully weigh the benefits and losses, and then make a choice.

In fact, many people only see the superficial appearance of a big family, but they don't realize how much pressure and sense of crisis that ordinary people need to bear to be born in such a family.

As the helm of the Marcus family, when he was young, Virgil saw his grandfather marry the smartest and most beautiful daughter of the family to a powerful pervert, and let the other party insult, abuse, and destroy him, just to avoid A war that could cost a lot.

Since then, he has understood a truth, in this huge family, personal happiness and life are not important at all, what is important is to let the family continue...

Chapter 5 Sixty The Crazy Potion

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Lords, councilors, and ordinary people from all over North America who volunteered to help us protect the world from the forces of heaven and hell, on behalf of the Supreme Council, I would like to thank you for your contributions over the past year. In order to repay your efforts, today the council will present the most outstanding treasure for everyone to compete for..."

The speaker's voice is like the drowsy speeches of many politicians, and few people are really listening.

On the contrary, most people's attention was focused on the box of dragon eggs that were placed on the table with uneven surfaces covered with black scales.

If it wasn't for his extremely strong personal strength, the people below would have already coaxed him to step down so that the exciting auction could begin quickly.

Of course, the speaker was also aware of this, and quickly ended his routine speech, handing over the position to the experienced number one auctioneer—Bertie Edmott.

This professional master who is engaged in the appreciation of magic items and antiques has served the North American Parliament for 70 years, and is now 120 years old.

But because he has part of the blood of the Nordic elves, he looks only about 50 years old, and there is still a long way to go before he is too old to walk.

As soon as the old man came to the stage, he took the lead in pushing twenty dragon eggs up, and said to all the guests with a smile: "As you can see! This is the most important item in this end-of-year auction! The unhatched dragon eggs between the worlds! According to experts in the field of magical creature research, each of them is alive and very healthy, ready to be hatched at any time, and they are purebred black dragons."

"Damn it! Don't get your appetite! Start now! I can't wait for the gold dinar in my pocket!" A lord sitting in the front row urged in a half-joking tone.

In fact, from the moment these dragon eggs appeared, the breathing of many people present began to become short of breath, and emotions such as greed and desire spread unscrupulously around.

Anyone with some strength will not easily let go of the opportunity to get the dragon egg in their pocket.

But unfortunately, Bertie Edmott is not a fool, how could he auction off the valuable finale now.

He just smiled politely and shook his head in response: "Sorry, I didn't say that I want to auction the dragon eggs now. In fact, they are the most precious of all the items for sale. In order to let everyone have a chance, the highest reviewer It will be decided that five pieces will be released every day during the next four days of its auction. If anyone intends to bid for dragon eggs, then it is best to ensure that they have enough gold dinars in their pockets."

"Fack! It seems that I have no chance!"

"me too!"

"Five released every day? Doesn't this make it clear that they will be monopolized by big shots?"

"Ha! Do you still expect that you can really buy dragon eggs with your little money?"

……

All of a sudden, the off-court scene was full of ugliness, and some guys from the bottom of society even cursed in a low voice.

But it is a pity that the underground world is not the United States, which claims to be democratic and free. It doesn't care about tricks like public opinion. Suppression and exclusion cannot escape.

So these people are just whining at best.

Bertie Edmott completely ignored the little commotion in the audience, and casually put the lid on the box full of dragon eggs and put it behind, followed by opening another sealed box.

moment!

Bottles of sparkling colorful magic potions appeared within everyone's sight.

He carefully took out one of the bottles, held it up high so that everyone could see the strong energy fluctuations emanating from the bottle, and finally introduced in an unhurried manner: "As we all know, advanced potions have always been It is one of the most sought-after things in the underground world.