The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

Francis Fitzgerald Scott, the head of the Guild, a group of supernatural beings in North America who has been in the top position for a long time, is a flower of arrogance that blooms on the star-spangled banner entwined with the atmosphere of wealth and honor, and is a desire watered with money and capital Fruit, landed on this island country just to find the legendary "book".His grand plan and great cause will not change, even if he needs to destroy this land to get what he wants, his aggression will not stop.

And the reason why he came to this auction was only because of the information provided by the temporary partner "Rat of the Dead House" - there may be interesting auction items of weapons with different abilities in this place.

The wealth that Francis possesses is enough to support him to squander here at will. As long as he is in a happy mood, he can bid all the competing products here at prices unimaginable by others.

The foreign man raised his hand to push back the blond hair on his forehead, with a wanton evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he took off the limited edition watch on his wrist, and casually threw it to the guide with an uneasy expression.

"In the very center of the auction venue, this kind of place must be reserved for the most honorable person, um, I guess, the owner of this place? Or the leader of this so-called 'Abyss Seller'? No matter who it is, as this place The organizer of the auction, I believe it will not be hard on money."

"Montgomery."

The head of the North American superhuman group raised his hand, waved away the female leader who hesitated to speak, and turned his head to look at his subordinates.

"Yes."

The woman in a black vest with a pink lapel and a white shirt followed their leader from the moment she entered the door, and she didn't come forward until she was called. Her hands glowed with a rose-colored light that ordinary people couldn't see, and directly penetrated A layer of fluctuating air brought out a bottle of red wine from an unknown space.

The rippling and deep luster wine red liquid quickly obeyed the gravity and entered the transparent goblet, exuding a mellow wine aroma.

Francis directly stepped over the high solid wood flower stand used as a display, and sat on the luxurious European-style sofa in the center without hesitation. His hands were relaxed and laid on the full leather backrest, and his flat suit was pulled out a few times. folds.

Even with such a bohemian posture, he still made it look full of aristocratic elegance.

"Lord Francis."

The head of the supernatural group had a presumptuous and confident smile on his face, but his eyes were full of contempt and arrogance, as if a bald eagle from a foreign country was patrolling high above his own garden territory.

He reached out to take the red wine respectfully handed over by his subordinates, gently brought the cup to his lips, and took a sip, "Chateau Lafite 1787, tastes good."

His two subordinates, a man and a woman, bowed slightly, took a step back and stood on both sides of the position, like two statues of knights loyally defending the glory of the royal family.

In the monitoring room,

The diligent little swords who were observing the scene were stunned, "——that's the seat of the lord?! How did that human sit on it by himself?"

Only their voices were not eagerness or anger, but a certain subtle pity and untimely concern.

At the same moment, a sudden change occurred.

The sofa laid on the carpet of the royal court has a skeleton made of century-old oak, and the crown is elegantly carved. The deep and shallow hand-made reliefs are so exquisite that it can almost be exhibited as a work of art.

But it was such a heavy and luxurious ebony sofa, but when Francis gracefully shook the wine glass and tasted the wine, without warning, it shot straight into the sky with a kind of dexterity and speed like a monkey.

Not to mention the bewildered head of the North American group of supernatural beings, even the two statues of knights next to him still kept their smirks from the previous moment without reacting.

Lucy Montgomery and her colleagues looked up blankly. At the moment when the sofa took off, they watched the goblet in their leader's hand come out directly, and the scarlet wine was like splashed ink on the water. Flying in the air, and then giving Francis a blow in the head without any surprise.

Francis: "..."

These red wine liquids are like blood winding in the hands of the devil, claws and claws climbed onto the expensive limited-edition dresses, saturating the high-end fabrics triumphantly.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the spaceship-like sofa resolutely ascends to the sky, and jumps and jumps in the air, as if driving passionately along the 360-degree orbit of a roller coaster. Accompanied by dense leather drum accompaniment, the sofa is in the circular sky Completed a Thomas full spin...until 3 minutes before crashing back down.

Relying on the enhanced physical strength exchanged for the supernatural power, the leader of the group, who was clinging tightly to the sofa, was embarrassed, his face was livid, the hair fixed at the back of his head was strewn wildly on the top of his head, and his suit was full of drawings that looked like kindergarten children. Wine map.

Francis was panting heavily, and the veins on the top of his head were bulging.

Nakajima and Kunikida were stunned the whole time: "..."

So cruel.

Dazai also opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to clap his hands, "Wow!"