Fortunately, the ring in the relics of Viscount Augustus was finally sold at an extremely high price. The two middle-aged businessmen who made the bid seemed to have a grudge against each other, competing to raise the price of the ring. In the end, both the winners and losers looked complacent. I think these two are rich people who only regard gold pounds as numbers.
A total of 34 items were sold in the entire auction. Behind the ring was a pure gold wine glass, and the body of the glass was inlaid with five or six gemstones of different colors. According to the auctioneer, this is the wine cup used by Slok II of the ancient Shikali Empire to commit suicide about 500 years ago.
But it was obvious that no one was interested in this kind of thing. The auctioneer shouted three times at the top of his voice, but still no one was willing to bid, so he could only regretfully announce that the auction was passed.
"Oh God!"
When the last lot was displayed in a glass box, the stagnant Hall 1 finally had waves. Exclamations were heard one after another, and even Jenkins subconsciously leaned forward, trying to see the treasure in the glass box clearly.
What was displayed was a luxurious crown. A ruby the size of a pigeon's egg is set at the top of the front of the crown, and the metal is dotted with a surprising number of precious stones.
It looked stunning, reflecting dazzling light in the soft light above. Just putting it there makes people sigh uncontrollably. The simplicity and nobility contained in it are unmatched by any jewelry.
"This is it, the crown that seems to be handed down from the ancient lost kingdom——the Kingdom of Desman."
Mr. Onis told Jenkins very excitedly that even if the crown had nothing to do with the two of them, and the two of them couldn't spend enough money to buy things, it was still exciting.
"It's really beautiful."
"Yes, I think of all the crowns in existence, only the crowns of the three kingdoms can compare with this. Oh, this is a work of art... "
The Kingdom of Desman is a small country that existed in legends from the 3rd to the 7th centuries of this era. There are countless mysterious and weird legends surrounding this country. For people in this era, those legends are no different from myths, and archaeologists are not even sure that this country really existed.
Therefore, the "Daisman Kingdom" cannot add an astonishingly huge value to the crown in front of it. The starting price of itself is only judged by multiplying the price of general antiquities by 1.5.
But when the price was announced, the foreign visitor, who had never seen anything in the market, couldn't help but take a breath. That was a rather large number, so huge that he didn't even want to recall it a second time, because he definitely couldn't afford it.
When the bidding for the crown began, Jenkins realized that most of the people here came for this thing.
Even Miss Yindi raised her bidding number plate. That would explain her frantic fundraising spree, which is a pretty huge number indeed.
It would be a lie to say that Jenkins wasn't interested in the crown. But in this sensitive season, he didn't want to get into other troubles.
Quietly watching the numbers being raised again and again, hesitant, flustered, determined, and confused, different moods were displayed in the small auction hall.
In the end it was Miss Silver Flute, a woman who has been bidding since the beginning of the auction, fully demonstrating that she is bound to win this crown. Although there were other competitors, as the price was raised again and again, Miss Yindi bought it at a price almost double the market price.
The market price was told by the lawyer to Jenkins. Although he had no money to buy it, he was also very interested in the crown and even knew some of its history.
But anyway, it's an ordinary item. Until the events of the undead are over, Jenkins doesn't want to find out how fascinating it is.
The end of the crown auction means that the auction has come to an end. Jenkins had a lot of fun watching it, but at least he didn't feel sleepy when he was with the lawyer at other times.
It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but the weather was still bad. I can barely feel the temperature warming up, and winter is really coming to an end.
Jenkins didn't have much to do today. Although he wanted to go to the abandoned cemetery to find [Sister's Clothes for Shrouded Corpses], his father was right, and he might encounter some serious trouble if he left the city now.
He wanted to go home, but he remembered the Mu Xin clues he bought at Mr. Corpse's party last time. The address was not far from the auction house, and Jenkins hesitated for a while before walking to the left at the street corner.
Far away from the center of the city, the originally clean streets and well-proportioned houses are immediately compromised. Only the steam pipes on the walls have a uniform shape throughout the city, which is one of the symbols of Norland.
Jenkins' goal is Broad Street, which specializes in selling flowers, birds, fish or small pets on the east side of Nolan. Jenkins heard Fenny talk about this place. When she was a flower girl, she used to cross this intersection every morning, waiting for cheap and fresh flowers to be brought by trucks from the countryside.
It was almost noon now, and of course Jenkins couldn't see the little flower girl here. But after turning into the street, a mixture of fresh plant fragrance and animal smell immediately made him cover his nose.
It's late winter and fresh flowers are expensive and scarce, so the street is now mostly selling critters.
Placed in the iron cage at the entrance of the store, cats and dogs growled loudly; shrewd businessmen rubbed their hands and discussed prices with small shopkeepers; well-dressed butlers looked inquisitively at the ears of purebred fold-eared cats; densely packed pet mice , huddled in the box in front of the signboard and waiting for the owner...
Somehow, when I first walked out on the street with the chocolates, I could still hear the loud animal noises. But after walking for a while, these voices inexplicably became a little weaker.
Jenkins thought it had something to do with the strong aura of chocolate, so he stroked the cat, which had become more and more well-behaved recently. Chocolate meowed softly immediately, and Jenkins didn't notice that in the cage behind him, several orange kittens were huddled together and shivering.
There is plenty of time today, and he doesn't need to go straight to the target to raise doubts. So I took the chocolate and wandered around the nearby stores, but it seemed that Jenkins was paying attention to the behavior of other pet cats, which made Chocolate a little angry. With good intentions.
Since adopting Chocolate, the cat has remained healthy, so Jenkins has not had the opportunity to take it to the doctor. It happened that there was a signboard of [Mr. Spencer Pet Clinic] on No. 21 Broad Street, so he pushed the door in regardless of Chocolate's objection, and wanted the doctor to diagnose whether the cat was overweight.
PS: Only when someone asks me to push the book in the background, can I feel that I have been writing a book for a year and a half (cover my face).
Push book: "Horror Paradise of Two-Dimensional Heroines Everywhere", author: Fuze Sato Asahara of August, a low-end player of "Horror Paradise", an accident made him a member of the crossing army, and he took the player panel to become NPC, before the public beta of "Horror Paradise".
In the face of overwhelming ghosts, monsters, and ghosts, Sato Asahara resolutely embarked on the path of the chosen one. If there were no players, this book would be a serious theme of crossing other worlds...
As an NPC, a normal NPC has all the functions of a player... Issuing a mission? Favorability adjustment? To impart skills
Hey, wait, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, a ghostly girlfriend who fell in love with her,
How is this going
Facing the hellish start, he began to panic!