Amanda, as the daughter of the president of Harvey City Chamber of Commerce, naturally has enough connections.
Beta is indeed very powerful, but asking him to prepare a high-end auction is naturally impossible, but Amanda can do it casually.
Beta gave her five giant eggs, and told her in detail the advantages and disadvantages of the estuarine crocodile. After listening, Amanda said excitedly that originally my bottom line was 100 gold coins, but now the auction starts with at least 200 gold coins.
Beta smiled and said: "You can tell the auctioneer that when the monsters hatch, I can help them tattoo the magic circle at room temperature for free."
The cities near the wetlands are naturally located in the sub-frigid zone. Although the estuarine crocodile monster can barely move in winter, but in any case, its mobility will definitely be affected. After all, estuarine crocodiles are cold-blooded animals. To maintain normal combat effectiveness, the body temperature must reach a certain value.
And the Warcraft estuarine crocodile with a normal temperature magic circle can easily keep its body temperature at a certain value, even in winter. In this way, the year-round combat effectiveness of the estuarine crocodile in the subarctic zone can be fully guaranteed.
After hearing this, Amanda said viciously: "Add one hundred gold coins to the bottom line price of the auction."
And Amanda, who had a golden light in her eyes, left with five giant eggs carefully, and had no intention of staying here at all.
Harris sighed from the side: "This little lady is a bit like my sister. When it comes to money, it seems like a different person."
At night, Shirley successfully contracted the female estuarine crocodile, and asked someone to build a simple saddle and put it on the crocodile's back. Beta tattooed a normal temperature magic circle on the estuarine crocodile elf under its belly, and now the female estuarine crocodile was having fun everywhere, even burrowing around in the snow.
After the monster became a magic pet, the biggest change is that it can speak and understand each other with its master.
Originally another male estuarine crocodile was tied up and very angry, but under the comfort of the female estuarine crocodile, he was kept in captivity obediently.
And those crocodile eggs were placed in the basement for safekeeping. After all, it is winter now, and it is not the best time to hatch.
The days that followed were unremarkable, as the slaves laid the foundations and built the castle. And Beta began to draw a teleportation magic circle in the temporary basement under the castle. Six days later, the magic circle was completed, and he took Shirley and Jessica to the basement of Isnes City.
This is Emma's territory, not far from Hollevin's royal city. Just as Beta came out of the teleportation array, before the light of the teleportation array completely dissipated, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and within a few seconds, he saw Emma, who was out of breath, trot down from the secret passage ladder.
She was wearing a light blue aristocratic girl's folded skirt, holding the hem of the skirt with both hands. When she saw Beta, her eyes were full of joy.
"You... you are here."
The girl's voice was delicate and full of joy.
Beta nodded: "This time..."
"We'll talk about those things later." Emma's pretty face blushed, and she took the initiative to hold Beta's hand: "Go out and chat with me first, I just prepared afternoon tea."
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The snow is falling, but there is a transparent magic shield on the balcony to separate the cold air. Sitting on a chair, watching the snowflakes not far away fall on the magic shield, and then slide down obliquely. The bright silver trees are connected into a white ocean.
Beta took a sip of the fruit wine, and then saw Emma pick up a piece of cake with a fork, and brought it to her mouth expectantly.
After being helpless for a while, Beta took the fork from Emma and swallowed the cake by herself.
Emma was very disappointed: "It's rare that I am willing to serve others."
Beta said: "Shirley is watching in the mansion art space."
"What does that matter?" Emma's face was ashamed as if she was a red apple, but her momentum was not lost at all: "Also, you are not allowed to let her out, now I am alone with you time."
"Okay." Beta shrugged: "I don't really know how to drink afternoon tea with noble and beautiful girls. After all, there is no such content in my education."
To be fair, Beta's words are actually out of character, but Emma has already fallen in love with this guy. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...or the feelings of a girl are always poetry. In Emma's ears, Beta's words that spoil the scenery are different from those other vulgar men.
Men should do great things, so naturally they don't bother to learn the skills of how to please women.
"That's okay, I said, just listen." Emma smiled sweetly.
Emma felt that now was the happiest day since she was born. With your favorite person, on the balcony, drinking afternoon tea elegantly, chatting with each other with a heart, a small gesture, a vague look at each other, both sides can know each other's thoughts and feelings, how beautiful and poetic, And how romantic.
But in fact, this is all Emma's illusion. Although Beta had been watching her all the time, in her heart, she felt that Emma seemed to be dizzy with joy, as if she was slightly drunk.
It took more than two hours to drink this afternoon tea, and when the sky started to get a little dark, she asked with some unsatisfied interest: "Beta, just now you said you wanted to find me?"
Beta nodded: "I need some people... Are there any people in your territory who are so poor that they sell their wives and children, and I want beggars too."
Emma nodded: "No problem... I also have some of these people in my territory. Or, I'll send you some craftsmen."
Beta waved his hand, artisans are an important wealth of a lord. In many cases, craftsman is one of the pronouns of logistics.
Weapons, armor, equipment, and even military horses are all made or cultivated by craftsmen.
Emma must have spent some effort in cultivating the artisans in her territory, how dare Beta want it.
"Why are you being polite to me." Emma frowned her pretty willow-leaf eyebrows, and her small face was puffed up with anger: "My things are not... yours."
The last few words were about as loud as mosquitoes and ants, and Beta didn't hear them at all.
Emma felt a little guilty for saying such shameful words. She picked her eyes and saw that there was no change in Beta's face, and she didn't seem to hear it. But soon she corrected her demeanor: "By the way, in fact, my elder brother sent someone over yesterday, and he asked me if there was any way to contact you. I thought it might not be a good thing, so I said there was no way. Then his people I went back, but now that you are here, I think I should tell you about this."