"No. 8, 6,000 gold coins."
"No. 3, 7,000 gold coins."
"No. 7, 8,000 gold coins."
In the auction venue, one bid after another rang out.
After hearing the quotation of 8,000 gold coins, Gro in the box lowered his head dejectedly. He already understood that there was no chance for the second exemption certificate. If he had known it earlier, it would be better to hold out for the first exemption certificate. Maybe a few established nobles would let him get it because of his status. But now... the price of 8,000 gold coins makes him not even qualified to increase the price.
In the end, after a price increase, the second exemption certificate was auctioned for 9,000 gold coins by No. 9, who originally quoted a high price. Gro in the box clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and wanted to smash the table again.
But just before his fist touched the table, he suddenly became alert and quickly stopped it.
He glanced at Pandora in fear, and felt that there was a huge fire in his heart that could not be unleashed, and was so suffocated that it almost exploded. He turned around suddenly, stretched out his fingers, and started poking, poking, poking, poking at the soft seat...
As he poked, Gro thought.
According to the current situation, the bidding for the third exemption certificate may become more intense, and he must think of a way.
So…
…
"Da da da… "
The young waiter walked up to the stage holding the third exemption certificate. This time, I don’t know if it was because he was suffocated, but the auctioneer’s words were simpler, “Everything is business as usual, the auction begins!”
Groh raised his sign.
The auctioneer said: "Plate No. 1, 1050 gold..."
"No!" Gro interrupted the auctioneer. He took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. He opened the curtain and walked to the window so that everyone could see his face.
Gro's eyes were sharp, he held up the number plate and announced in a deep voice, "I, Prince Gro, number 1, bid 7984 gold coins, 14 silver coins and 56 copper coins."
There are parts and components.
"Uh..." The whole place was quiet.
It was really quiet this time, and most people reacted with their eyes flashing.
Grotto did this to tell everyone that he, the prince, had staked all his money. He wants to get this third exemption certificate.
Whoever fights with him should stand up!
This is the anger from His Royal Highness!
Who dares to say anything in the face of His Highness the Prince's anger? Who dares to resist
So with Gro's voice, the whole place fell silent for nearly half a second.
Half a second later.
Next to Gro's box, another box held up a number plate and said lightly: "No. 3, 8,000 gold coins."
8,000 gold coins, versus 7,984 gold coins, 14 silver coins, and 56 copper coins!
Immediately crush him to death!
Show no mercy, crush him to death without giving any face!
What is the prince's anger? Is it worth a gold coin
Gro's face turned pale in an instant, and then his blood surged up and turned to blood red. He clenched his fists to control himself from going crazy, and the blood red turned to livid color little by little.
Grotto gritted his teeth and looked at the box next to him. He already knew who the speaker was. In fact, as a prince, he had already guessed the identities of the people with numbered cards within 10 of the boxes, and now he was simply confirming them.
Gro spoke out and said word by word: "Di, En, Marquis, Jue!"
With a "stab", the person whose name was called opened the curtain of the box, walked to the window of the box, and revealed his figure. It was an energetic old man who was nearly sixty years old, with half-white hair. He looked at Gro with a smile, as if he was not the one bidding the price just now, but someone else.
The other party greeted him politely and said, "Prince Gro, long time no see. Hello."
"I'm, very, good!" Gro still said every word, staring at the other person with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the other person alive, "You, also, very, good!"
"Thank you, Prince Gro, for your concern. I have been very well. Please give my regards to His Majesty the King and wish him well. After all, only if His Majesty the King, His Royal Highness the Prince, and everyone is well, can the entire Emerald Kingdom be stable. Right, Prince Gro?"
"It's you!" Gro really wanted to shout, but in the end he snorted coldly, left the box window without saying anything, and sat back in his seat.
Quotations from other boxes kept ringing.
"No. 8, 8,500 gold coins."
"No. 5, 9,000 gold coins..."
Gro felt that these quotes were just a slap in the face.
These old nobles went too far and didn't give him any face as a prince.
But what can he do
what to do
manage
For a moment, Groro heard Marquis Dean on the 3rd plate call out a high price of 10,000 gold coins. He was about to put the last exemption certificate into his bag when he suddenly stood up, walked to the window again, raised his number plate and shouted : "No. 1, 20,000 gold coins!"
"coax!"
The whole place was in an uproar!
Gro clasped his hands.
Today, he had to get an exemption certificate. This is no longer a question of whether you are qualified to be a wizard, but a question of losing face.
He is a dignified prince and must earn back this face!
But apparently, someone didn't want him to do that.
Marquis Dean, who was in the next box, questioned slowly: "Prince Gro, are you sure you brought so many gold coins?"
"I can mortgage it!"
"But the auction doesn't seem to accept mortgages from entities such as territories, properties, and shops."
"I'm mortgaging my prince's reputation, okay? I guarantee my personality that I can get 20,000 gold coins together within an hour! Can that be okay?!"
"Well, I don't know about this. After all, the auction house is not mine. I have to ask the auction house." Marquis Dean said tepidly.
Gro made a "click" sound with his hands clenched into fists, looked at the auctioneer with burning eyes, and asked aloud: "Okay, no, okay?"
"Um..." The auctioneer spoke more briefly this time, "I don't know..."
The auctioneer really doesn't know. After all, he is just an auctioneer and cannot be the master of such a big thing.
Gro said through his teeth: "Then let someone who knows tell me!"
Soon, I knew someone was coming.
A man in charge hurried up to the wooden platform, bowed to Gro, swallowed his saliva and said: "His Royal Highness Prince Gro, our auction house does not allow mortgages. But... considering the prince's special situation, We can temporarily lend 10,000 gold coins to His Highness, what do you think?"
"Okay." Gro said, and then said, "I will repay you the money you lent within one hour. And now I will deposit the 10,000 gold coins you loaned and the 7,984 gold coins I have now. A total of 17,984 gold coins, I want to ask, who wants to quote a higher price?!"
"Marquis Dean, do you really want to ask for 20,000 gold coins to beat me!" Gro said, turning to look at Marquis Dean.
Marquis Dean smiled slightly and bowed: "Your Highness, don't be angry. If His Highness can offer such a high price, I naturally can't compete."
"That's good." Grotto only said these three words, but his eyes were still fixed on Marquis Dean - he was not reassured.
It wasn't until the auctioneer announced the result after half a ring, announcing that Gro had obtained the last exemption certificate, that Gro retracted his gaze.
Walking back to the seat in the box, Gro's whole body softened, and he slumped down on the seat. He panted and turned his head to look at the guard in the box and said: "You, go find my eldest brother immediately, um, His Majesty the King." . Tell him that no matter what territory he allocates to me, I will accept it, but now I need to get 10,000 gold coins immediately for urgent needs. If he still asks, tell him what is going on here. In short, take the money Come."
"Uh, yes." The guard didn't dare to say another word and ran away quickly.
Then Gro turned to look at Richard, his eyes flickered, and he said with some self-deprecation: "Your Excellency Richard, am I a little stupid?"
"Yeah." Richard nodded, "A little bit indeed."
Gro: "I..."