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Eliza of Storm Canyon.
Not long ago, Angel gave her the fake "Scarlet Throne" that he had refined. He didn't expect to see her in the appraisal room of the Sky Auction today.
Eliza was walking out of an appraisal room dedicated to serving formal wizards, followed by an old man in a silver wizard's robe.
"Your Excellency Ghost Face, don't you really think about putting it on this auction together? I promise, as long as you put it on, it will definitely become the finale of this auction." The old man said bitterly. The robe is painted with gear-shaped dark patterns, and every movement seems to be rolling on the gears.
"Don't follow me, I said not to sell." Eliza interrupted the old man angrily.
"But… "
"Don't be impossible, those two things are not the same set, and the prices between them are not linked, don't follow me!" Eliza turned her head and shouted loudly, so that she wanted to continue to say a few words. The old man finally shut his mouth, went back to the appraisal room embarrassedly, and closed the door.
Their conversation was not masked by magic, so everyone around heard it. From the dialogue, Angel guessed that the old man should want Eliza to put a treasure up for auction, but Eliza was unwilling.
As for the treasure that could make the old man in the appraisal room say "absolutely the finale", Angel didn't intend to spy on it, and even turned around the moment Angel saw Eliza.
He didn't want to have anything to do with Eliza again.
Not to mention how embarrassing he is to help others refine the "Scarlet Throne", this artifact alone has too much influence, and even Sanders told him not to get involved in it, so Angel saw Eliza's first reaction was to turn around and slip away.
But no matter how fast Angel's actions were, it couldn't be faster than Eliza's out-of-the-way glance.
"Hey, isn't this Angel?"
Before Angel could react, he saw Eliza appearing beside him: "I... Mrs. Lisa."
"I've been looking for you these days, and I didn't expect to meet you here." Eliza's voice came from behind the mask: "I went to Blossom Manor to look for you, Sanders said you've been in retreat for alchemy, I guess Are you alchemy for this auction?"
Angel nodded: "I made some gadgets that are not worth mentioning, and I want to exchange some magic crystal flowers."
Eliza just remembered something, and didn't go to find out what Angel was refining, but continued: "I happen to be looking for you for something, why don't we talk about it in another place?"
Angel quickly shook his head: "The instructor told me to go back to the manor before nightfall, if it's already dark today. If you have something to do, why don't you just say it here?"
Eliza frowned, not knowing whether what Angel said was true or not, but since Angel had put on the name of Sanders, she wouldn't be able to capture people directly. Can only nod: "Okay, you listen..."
Eliza's mouth moved slightly, and one after another voice was directly imprinted on Angel's heart.
With Eliza's remarks, Angel's expression became more and more strange. In the end, he shook his head directly to Eliza: "Impossible, I can't make it out. Sir, please ask someone else."
"But, I heard that you have not been in contact with that level?"
"Lord Eliza, it was just an accident. It was mainly because of the accumulation of thousands of years of history in Castle Black that I accidentally came into contact with that level. If I really want to do it again, it is absolutely impossible." Er sternly said: "Mysterious things are no child's play."
Eliza seemed to understand, and finally sighed: "Well, it seems that I can only continue to fish for King Guman..."
Angel thought he was deaf and didn't want to hear anything.
Since he had clearly said no, Eliza didn't feel embarrassed for Angel and let him go.
But seeing Angel's shadow disappearing in the dim light, Eliza couldn't help sighing. She had already figured out how to fool King Guman, but now it seems that Angel's side can't work.
But she couldn't either. In a huge mechanical city, it seemed that there was no one else except Angel who had been in contact with the mysterious level.
"Brother..." With a sigh, Eliza shook her head and disappeared into the night.
On the way back, Angel was glad that he didn't mix too much into the "secret treasure". As for Eliza's last request, Angel didn't even think about it, so he completely forgot it. Later, because of that requirement, it was absolutely impossible with his current abilities.
After all, Eliza's request was basically for Angel to re-refine a handful of mysterious objects.
But, if the mysterious item is so easy to refine, can it still be matched with the word "mystery"
Back at the Flower Manor, the night is dark. The tiredness that had not slept for many days bombarded Angel. He originally planned to go to Greya and ask what the fantasy she wanted was. But he was so sleepy that Angel was sealed on the bed as soon as he returned to his room, and he couldn't wake up from a deep sleep. In a flash, it was the afternoon of the second day.
When Angel woke up, he was still dumbfounded.
If it wasn't for Sanders' rumors that the auction would start soon, it is estimated that he would still be dazed in bed for a long time.
After quickly taking care of his personal cleaning and changing into a fitted gentleman's dress, Angel just went out.
At the door, a tall horse with a black carriage was ready, and as soon as the two of them got in the car, they slowly walked towards the Sky Auction.
After Angel got into the carriage, he saw Sanders who closed his eyes and asked, "Why do you want to take the carriage?"
Whether it's walking or flying, isn't it faster than a carriage
Sanders glanced at him lightly, and that glance contained very complicated emotions.
Angel only understood: "the sense of ritual."
After all, it is an auction event. As a wizard who claims to be an aristocrat, when participating in any social activities, he must have a sense of ritual, or go through a scene... To put it bluntly, it is to pretend to be a full set.
Angel silently accompanied Sanders to pretend such a coercion.
He thought they would be particularly embarrassed when they arrived at the Sky Auction in a carriage, after all, so many people would be watching, but then he realized that he was overthinking it.
At most, Sanders just maintains his "noble lord" face, and many wizards don't even want face.
There are more strange characters in the wizard than one.
Angel saw a wizard holding an orange tree and insisted on entering the arena. The orange tree was two meters wide and ten meters high, and it was full of fruit.
Finally, the guard wizard who stood at the door did not stop after checking the other party's information.
In addition, there are many people who come to the auction by carriage. The high-headed carriage that Sanders chose is the most low-key among the crowd of carriages.
There are also eagles pulling carts, which seem to be more windy than their carriages.
Angel originally thought this ritual was a bit embarrassing, but now he suddenly felt that Sanders was still a low-key person.
The auction started in this turbulent mood.
Like the last twilight shoot, how could there be no VIP box as Sanders
Angel and Sanders this time, in the VIP box on the third floor, the box number is 012. Although the number is at the back, the view is the best among all the boxes, facing the auction table on the first floor.
A series of lots, with the flashing lights and the introduction of the auctioneer, quickly flowed through.
The first few auction items were all items such as potion sets. Although the prices were also very expensive, there was almost nothing to say. The prices were purely based on quantity.
The only thing worth mentioning is that Angel is no stranger to the auctioneer who presided over this auction.
It was a middle-aged woman in a silver-white tight-fitting uniform, with her hair pulled up high and a serious face.
"Teacher, why did she appear here?" Angel looked at the figure on the stage with curiosity in his eyes.
"She is from the Sky Mechanic City, and it's not surprising to be here." Sandston paused, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Probably in the savage cave, if you can't get what you want, you can only return to the Sky Mechanic City. "
"Can't get what you want?" Angel didn't know what Sanders was referring to.
"Daughter of the dignified beast emperor, do you think you will come to the barbaric cave without purpose? Just to stay in the small sky tower and be a division supervisor?" Sanders said bluntly, there was no need to talk to Angel about these things. Explain, but Angel's progress is too fast. He estimates that it will not be long before Angel can enter the inner circle of the Savage Cave, and these things will be known sooner or later.
"Daughter of the Beast King?" Angel muttered this sentence, and it took a while to react: "Teacher, do you mean that Lord Melansha is the daughter of the Mechanical Beast King?"
Sanders nodded: "That's right."
The auctioneer on the stage was Melansha, who was in charge of the Sky Tower of the Savage Cave. Angel originally had a good impression of her, but after the parasitic mother incident, his impression of Melansha and Baroque changed sharply.
Rosen's face appeared in Angel's mind, and then he looked at Melansha.
Angel never thought that the two would be father and daughter. Apart from the indifference on his expression, he obviously doesn't look alike at all. Even in the indifference of their expressions, there is a clear difference between them. Rosen is pure and cold, while Melansha is cold and solemn.
"Melantha returned to Mechanic City for the sake of that road. Unfortunately, Rosen can't help much here." Sanders said lightly.
"That road?" Angel was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly reacted: "The mentor refers to the road of true knowledge?"
"That's right. She thinks too much, but she can't take this road." Sandston paused: "Just like Flora."
The reason why Flora didn't embark on the path of true knowledge was because she thought too much? But what does it mean to think too much
Angel asked this question, and Sanders smiled: "You are thinking too much now."
This topic ends here, because Angel found that the butterfly heart necklace he auctioned was placed on the auction table.