After the prom, the two returned to Luo's room.
As planned before, Luo pointed out to the exclusive butler in the room that he wanted to find a different pastime.
The butler was very skilled and professional and took out another hardcover activity booklet.
What is recorded inside are all activities that have not appeared in the external brochures before, and many of them do not seem so ordinary.
The butler smiled and said: "When you arrive on the high seas, you can naturally have some more free activities, and these activities are only open to the most honorable guests of the Endymion."
"Don't worry, the country where Endymion is registered is very trustworthy. We will do our best to protect your privacy and interests."
Luo calmly accepted the activity booklet and flipped through it.
Xiao Lan also leaned over to watch with him, and there were a few items that were very difficult to see just by looking at the description.
Moreover, from what the housekeeper said just now, it seems that their behind-the-scenes forces have a certain ability to control the country where the cruise ship is registered, so they are so unscrupulous.
This Endymion doesn't know what its background is, it's so courageous.
After skipping a few items that would obviously go to jail, Luo's fingertips stayed on a page belonging to a certain auction.
This page is very simple. It only says "Mr. Smith's Auction" without any text or pictures.
This is also the most special item in the entire book.
Luo lightly tapped the page: "This auction seems very interesting, why is it so mysterious?"
The butler explained: “This is Mr. Smith’s private auction, and all the guests participating in it are privately invited. If you need to join temporarily, we can help you introduce Mr. Smith, but whether to issue you an invitation letter, it’s totally It's up to Mr. Smith to decide."
Luo smiled and nodded at the housekeeper: "Then I will trouble you."
Soon they contacted the Mr. Smith who held the auction under the arrangement of the butler.
Perhaps because of Luo's status as a newly rich man, the other party behaved very enthusiastically.
Not only did he directly agree to join him, but even Mr. Smith directly gave Luo Junior VIP a quota of 50 million.
You should know that the average ordinary member in his auction only has a limit of 20 million. The direct grant to Luo exceeds the limit of ordinary members, which shows that the other party is optimistic about Luo's identity.
Of course, if Luo wants a higher consumption quota, he needs to participate in the long-term and accumulate more consumption to upgrade.
Krypton gold can be upgraded. This is the unchanging truth in the world.
After a brief conversation between the two parties, Mr. Smith sent an invitation letter to the auction through the butler.
The whole process seemed relaxed, happy and harmonious, without any difficulty or test at all.
Sure enough, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to spend money.
A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem at all, but most of the world is stuck on the fatal step of "getting money".
After the housekeeper left, Xiao Lan played with the delicate invitation letter.
Luo walked over and sat beside him: "Sir, we can take a look at that time and see if there are suitable auction items that can be used to increase poverty."
Xiao Lan turned her head and asked Luo: "Will your organization be reimbursed for your consumption at the auction?"
This is the game field. Luo's wealth in the real world can't be brought in, and he is not the rich man himself. It should be impossible to use the wealth under the name of this identity.
Luo supported his jaw and thought for a while: "They probably want to reimburse me first."
After all, 50 million, even if it is a powerful organization, the money is not brought by the wind.
"But don't worry." Luo raised the corner of his mouth, "I can just write a check with my current identity. When they realize that something is wrong, we should have already left the game field. If Mr. Smith wants to be held accountable, he should find a cruise ship. This referrer’s."
Xiao Lan couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "This is called black eating black, it's amazing."
The Black Heart cruise ship encounters the fake rich, and it is probably a fateful catastrophe.
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The auction will be on the next night.
The two entered the venue with the invitation letter.
The entire auction venue is surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling aquariums, in which countless marine creatures are swimming freely, making people feel like they are on the bottom of the sea.
Xiao Lan couldn't help thinking unromanticly, it would be miserable if someone with deep sea phobia sat in the conference hall.
Because the appointment with Father Michael seemed to be a big man, Low also specially booked a top-notch private room so that he might be able to get closer to each other.
The auction will soon begin, and lots of lots will gradually appear on the market.
What appears here are things of unknown origin. For example, some treasures freshly baked from ancient tombs, or collections that are said to have been kept in a museum, or items that have been missing many years ago.
It's no wonder that this auction is only open to private individuals, but also dedicated to cruise ships. Many of these lots are not known to the public.
Luo pretended to look at the host of the auction with interest, but secretly spread out the black shadow that only he and Xiao Lan could see at his fingertips. The black shadow sneaked out from the crack in the door and walked along the private rooms. Looking for the figure of Father Michael.
Soon, the corners of Luo's mouth curled up: "Sir, I found something interesting."
Xiao Lan cast a questioning look.
Luo Fu explained in his ear: "Father Michael is with my target, the arms dealer named Carlos."
"It seems that Carlos is not satisfied with his dying old body, and Father Michael promised to help him solve this trouble..."
—
In another top private room not far away.
Father Michael is wearing formal clothes, talking and laughing with Carlos, who is full of white hair next to him, and next to him is a group of tall bodyguards in uniform black clothes.
Everyone present didn't notice the dark shadow spreading through the crack in the door, or in other words, they couldn't see it at all.
Father Michael smiled: "Mr. Carlos, it's an honor to see you."
Carlos's eyes were sharp, and his smile only stayed at the corner of his mouth: "Heh, is it true that the'Fountain of God' you said before can prevent my body from aging?"
Father Michael said: "Of course, this is a gift from God. The Almighty God will bestow the power of eternal life on his followers. The most basic fountain of God can prevent aging, and a further step can restore the vitality of people, even at the top. The fountain of gods can make human beings no longer need to be trapped in the fear of death."
His tone was enthusiastic, like a professional MLM.
Carlos frowned slightly when he heard the words and lit the cigar in his hand.
Following his actions, the black-clothed bodyguards who had been standing still in the room took out their guns one after another, and the black-hole muzzles all pointed towards Father Michael's position.
Father Michael's smile froze: "Ka... Mr. Carlos?"
Carlos took a sip of his cigar slowly: "I don't like people fooling me with inferior products. The Fountain of God is obviously better, isn't it? Mr. Father."
Father Michael wiped his forehead: "Yes, yes, this is the case. The fountain of God is a gift from God. If you touch too strong power for the first time, the human body will not be able to bear it, especially..."
He thought about the wording: "Especially... people who have experienced some depletion of their original physical foundation."
Carlos breathed out a smoke ring, just looked at him, and said nothing.
The surrounding muzzles didn't mean to let them down either, and they still faced Father Michael coldly.
Father Michael shook his hands and looked stupefied: "Since Mr. Carlos has such respect for God, God should also be infected by your sincerity, and He will definitely guide him as soon as possible. I will give you a further step of the fountain of God..."
Carlos smiled: "Yes, I am full of admiration for your god. I have always been his most devout believer."
Father Michael nodded his head like smashing garlic: "Yes, yes, I have never seen a believer like you. It's really touching."
I have never seen a hard-core believer like you. Look at this gun, how pious it is.
Carlos waved his hand slightly, and the surrounding bodyguards all put down their guns, as if nothing had happened.
He slowly took a sip of the cigar: "I used to dislike this cigar because it was too rich in flavor, but as I get older, I can't taste the other tobacco... I'm getting old, but it's really a torture. s things."
Father Michael hurriedly smiled: "Where is it, how can it be, you are still the most powerful arms dealer in the world."
Carlos stared at him like a falcon: "The sacrifice has been prepared as you said. When will the ceremony begin? I can't wait."
"Tomorrow, at twelve o'clock in the evening." Father Michael whispered in Carlos's ear and said, "It's right here..."
Carlos smiled: "Let's wait and see."
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It was almost in sync with Father Michael's words. In a private room not far away, Xiao Lan, who was listening to Luo's live broadcast, also received a system prompt:
"Investigate what Father Michael wants to do (1/1)"
"The task [Father Michael's Secret] has been completed, trigger the follow-up task [Giving Ceremony]"
[Triggering side mission: gift ceremony]
[Task description: Witness the gifting ceremony of the fountain of God (0/1)]
[Reminder: This task is one of the side tasks, and completion can trigger subsequent tasks. Side missions are not compulsory, you can give up at any time, give up without punishment]
I don't know what the so-called "god" is
I don't know what Father Michael wants to do by pretending to be a human being, anyway, it must have nothing to do with spreading the gospel to save mankind.
An arms dealer full of blood and desire for immortality, a pagan priest disguised as a human being, this fountain of eternal life giving ceremony is destined not to be peaceful.
Xiao Lan was thinking about her mission, but she heard Luo's voice: "Sir, how about this?"
He followed Luo's fingertips and saw a golden scepter. The bidding has reached 40 million, and the auctioneer is counting down.
Look at this radiant color, look at the finely crafted decorations, all reveal—
It is very suitable for turning into a poor value.
Xiao Lan nodded: "Not bad."
Luo followed the trend and raised the price directly to 50 million, taking down the scepter in the voice of someone downstairs.
Xiao Lan, who watched the whole process, said that she had grown up and was able to maintain a calm mind when faced with a poverty value of 50 million.
This is a small step for poverty, but it is a big step for Xiao Lan personally.
The auction items will be delivered directly to Luo's room after the auction is over, and they don't need to carry them personally.
At this moment, the two people's goals have been completed. They watched the auction on the stage casually, waiting for the auction to end and leave.
Suddenly, Luo sat up slightly, his eyes sharply looking in a certain direction.
Xiao Lan noticed his change: "What's the matter?"
Luo said softly: "I perceive my fragments, but they seem to be very different from the ones that have appeared before... There is a weird feeling."
Xiao Lan: "Can you determine his location?"
Luo frowned slightly: "The breath only appeared for a moment, and I can only feel the general direction. I can find it from memory."
Xiao Lan said: "Anyway, the time for the ceremony is tomorrow. Why don't we go over and have a look tonight?"
Luo: "Sir, I can go by myself, don't worry about me."
Xiao Lan insisted: "If you faint, I can carry you out."
Luo who was reminded of a certain dark history: "..."
He made up his mind, this time he must beat his fragments so that he can't even recognize them.
The author has something to say:
This was when Luo didn't know that she had become a black cat in a coma in Apartment 404, Xiao Lan pulled him by the neck, tied him into a little fragrant pig, and threw him aside to eat ashes, turning him into a chicken. Under the premise.
The author, who asked not to be named, quickly fled the scene on a tricycle with no wheels.