Spellcasting Heavens

First of all, please look at the first auction item today! A substitute doll made by a Haitian voodoo witch doctor! It can withstand a fatal accident for the holder! The starting price is five gold dinars!

Five!

Six!

Eight!

Ten!

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As the first item for sale was put on the podium, the audience seats below began to increase prices one after another.

It can be seen that most of these guys who compete most fiercely are ordinary people who do not have any supernatural powers.

Some of them are billionaires who have served the parliament for a long time, and some are gang members such as the mafia. In short, they belong to the kind of peripheral people who are rich but do not know much about the power system of the underground world.

Watching the price rise, Elizabeth finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, Darling, don't you want to bid? That's a good thing to save your life at a critical moment.

Help? Hehe, no, that thing can resist the power of bullets and bombs at most. It can't do anything about real magic and curses. If you like it, I can make dozens of them in half an hour. Zhang Cheng said nothing. Cover up the contempt for the so-called substitute doll.

It may be possible to sell high prices in places where the popularity of magic is very low, such as Westeros in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, otherwise this thing can only deceive ordinary people who do not understand anything.

Oh? You know magic items well? Sitting in the back row, a white man in his early thirties stuck his head out.

Who are you? Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously.

I don't know if it's because of his personality, he has never liked this kind of open-mouthed brother, closed-mouthed friend.

The white man smiled awkwardly and introduced himself: My name is Chester Basham. Maybe you've never heard of my name, but the family behind me holds six major Hollywood studios. And a certain amount of stock in most mainstream media, since the grandfather's generation, he has helped the parliament to control public opinion and ensure that the underground world will never appear in the sight of ordinary people.

So you're a billionaire? Elizabeth widened her eyes curiously.

That's right! But here, the dollar obviously has no purchasing power. The white man who called himself Chester Basham showed a helpless expression.

What is the most painful thing for a billionaire?

Of course, money can't buy what you want.

Given the production and rarity of gold dinars, even if you buy unlimited amounts of money with US dollars, you will definitely not be able to buy much.

Looking at this frowning guy, Zhang Cheng suddenly asked, Tell me, how many gold dinars do you have on hand, and what type of things are you going to buy?

There are only three hundred and fifty, mainly to buy some magic items that can cure cancer or prolong life. Chester Basham didn't try to hide anything, and generously stated his purpose for boarding the cruise.

In order to get the invitation, he spent a lot of money and used up almost all the favors.

You have a terminal illness?

Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked up and down.

You can't feel the sickness of the other person's body at all.

Chester Basham waved his hand hurriedly: No, it's not me, it's my son who is just three years old. He has pediatric non-Hodgkin's malignant lymphoma, which has spread in the advanced stage, and science can no longer save him. As a father, The only thing I can do now is to seek the last shreds of life from the supernatural.

How pitiful! Dear, can you help this child? The relatively emotional Elizabeth began to overflow with sympathy, staring at her boyfriend with expectant eyes.

Okay, just this time. Give me all the gold dinars you carry, and take this. With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of greenish glowing potion from his pocket and stuffed it into the other party. hand.

Can this really cure lymphoma? Chester Basham carefully held the potion bottle in his palm, his whole body trembling slightly involuntarily.

Yes! To be exact, it can treat all diseases, curses, poisoning and negative magical effects. Tonic potions, you deserve it. Zhang Cheng forced a wave of advertisements for the potions he prepared with a smile.

Please wait! I'll be back when I go!

Chester Basham's mind was obviously no longer at the auction, and he hurried out with the potion.

Watching the desperate father disappear into the corridor, Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and continued to pay attention to the new products just brought out on the table.

But unfortunately, today's first auction is obviously to fool ordinary people who don't know how to do it. More than 80% of the things are of little use, and the price is inflated. Only an enchanted flintlock gun from the 17th century is still considered. Yes, but it was too troublesome to refill, and was eventually bought by an old Jewish man for eighty gold dinars.

When the first auction came to an end, the two quickly left the venue, went to the restaurant on the third floor to have something to eat, and then went to the casino on the second floor to play two laps to try their luck.

As a first-hand luxury cruise ship, the entertainment facilities here are quite complete. There is even a miniature golf course and a large indoor swimming pool. Even if it is snowing outside, the guests inside can continue to enjoy the top service.

In addition, there are still two days before the finale auction, and there are not many people, which is a good opportunity to have fun.

But just when the young couple came to the restaurant and sat down before reading the menu, another uninvited guy appeared.

Good noon, wizard from the East, my name is Anthony Marcus, I wonder if you can spare some time to have lunch with me?

Marcus? Zhang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the other party, a cold light that was hard to detect flashed in his pupils.

Because this guy with a big back was very unreasonably standing between him and Elizabeth, as if the girl was a ball of air and didn't exist at all, and that high-level attitude was also very uncomfortable.

That's right! My family and I are descendants of Rudolph of the Death Scythe, the second leader of the Supreme Council of North America. Anthony obviously did not realize that he had made a huge mistake, and nodded proudly. .

He believes that in this land of North America, no one can refuse the invitation of himself and the Marcus family.

Sorry, I'm not interested. Also, you're blocking my girlfriend. Zhang Cheng ordered the expulsion without thinking.

Anthony undoubtedly did not expect such a situation, and his tone immediately became stiff: Are you sure you won't think about it again?

three!

A cold number popped out of Zhang Cheng's mouth.

What's the meaning?

two!

Are you threatening me?

one!

...

With the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

boom!

Anthony's entire body suddenly exploded without warning!

Blood, minced meat, and guts splattered everywhere!

Not only Elizabeth was stunned, but even the guests who were dining around were stunned.

They couldn't believe that someone in the world would kill people on the ship of the Supreme Council, and it was a direct member of the Marcus family!

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