After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

In three months, I signed in and obtained a lot of materials, including a pair of earl-level fangs.

There is no doubt that this is another business that satisfies both parties.

"There are a total of gold coins. Please count them."

Fang Qingyan took the heavy bag of money and weighed it, then smiled and said: "No need to count, after so many transactions, don't I still believe you?"

I have actually scanned it with my mental power to confirm that the quantity is correct.

Thomas was stunned for a moment, and his favorable impression of the other party Qingyan immediately increased.

He enthusiastically took Fang Qingyan to buy a coffin in person.

"These are brand-new, top-quality coffins that just arrived yesterday. Do you have any style you like?"

After arriving at the warehouse, Thomas showed his inventory to Fang Qingyan.

There are hundreds of corpse-rearing coffins placed in layers on the ground.

It can be said that it is a big family and a big business!

Fang Qingyan stepped forward to check them one by one and quickly walked around.

But he shook his head in disappointment.

The styles of these coffins are very novel, gorgeous and beautiful, but he doesn't care about the appearance. What he cares about is the quality of the corpse coffins!

A good coffin can be of great help to meditation practice.

Of the more than a hundred coffins in the warehouse, none are as good as Count Carstein's.

"Is there anything better? Money is not an issue. I want a corpse coffin made by the best craftsmen using the most precious materials!"

Fang Qingyan turned back, looked at Thomas, and asked.

Thomas was stunned for three seconds, and then showed a shocked expression: "You don't look down on any of them, do you? Look at the three coffins next to them. These are very high-end corpse coffins. Ordinary nobles can't. Can’t afford it.”

"I've already seen it, no."

Fang Qingyan shook his head.

Thomas immediately looked at Fang Qingyan with a puzzled look, and wanted to ask, how much more advanced a coffin do you, a little baron, want to sleep in?

Fang Qingyan hid most of his strength, and the energy and blood fluctuations he displayed were only at the level of an ordinary baron.

"Ahem, I bought it for Count Carstein, so I can't make do with it, I have to get the best."

Fang Qingyan said without blushing and without a beating heart.

When Thomas heard this, he suddenly realized that he had also heard that Count Carstein was seriously injured on the battlefield. In this case, he really needed a good coffin to heal his injuries.

But this is really the best corpse coffin in his shop...

"If you need a better coffin, you can only try your luck at the auction house."

Thomas sighed, "The truly top-notch corpse coffins are all monopolized by the royal family. How can ordinary nobles afford them? You will never find a better coffin than mine in any trading house in Lahmia City. "

I see.

Didn't expect Count Carstein's black gold coffin to be so precious? You can't even buy it if you want.

Fang Qingyan was a little disappointed and didn't stay any longer.

After walking out of the trading house, he left the black market and took a carriage to the auction house.

If it doesn't work, he can only make do with a inferior coffin.

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Chapter 21

The largest auction in the city of Lahmia is the property of the Reifno clan.

The Reifno clan, like the Bruch clan, is one of the seven royal families. On the surface, there is a terrifyingly powerful marquis, while the duke has been in seclusion for thousands of years.

Fang Qingyan got off the carriage.

I looked up at this magnificent and tall building. There were people coming and going at the door, and those who came in and out were all nobles.

Civilians are not eligible to enter.

"Sir, please identify yourself."

Fang Qingyan was stopped at the door.

Although the two guards were polite, their eyes were wary because Qingyan was unfamiliar with him.

"I am Count Carstein's butler."

Fang Qingyan took out a metal plate that symbolized his identity as a butler, with Count Carstein's family crest printed on it.

The two guards immediately let him go.

After entering, a waiter led the way, and after passing a long corridor, they came to a spacious hall, which was the auction venue.

Rows of seats are arranged neatly, with an aisle for people to walk in the middle, and a high platform at the front.

"This is your first time, sir. Let me tell you the rules first."

The waiter said very politely, "During the auction, you are not allowed to speak and you need to keep quiet. You bid and increase the price by holding up placards. Each participant has five placards, corresponding to: 500, 1000, 5000. , 10,000 gold coins.”

A very Western auction style.

Fang Qingyan nodded, indicating that he understood.

The waiter handed over another black mask shaped like bat wings: "This is a mask. You can choose not to wear it, sir."

"Better put it on."

He reached out and took it.

…

After taking his seat, Fang Qingyan looked around without leaving any trace.

There were many people coming to the auction.

There were about hundreds of people, and they were all nobles, and there were even several earl-level vampires among them.

In the city of Lahmia, the count was considered a big noble, and he had his own fiefdom and private army.

The Marquis is a high-ranking official in the border area, and his status is extremely noble. He rarely stoops to attend such an auction, unless he receives news in advance that something great will be available.

…

After waiting for a few more minutes.

The auction begins.

The host is a baron vampire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Reifno family, I welcome you all..."

After a simple warm-up, the first auction item was presented.

It was a five-star magic weapon that was auctioned for a high price of 1,800 gold coins, and was eventually acquired by an earl.

Fang Qingyan is not interested in magic weapons. He has a better seven-star magic weapon, Death Scythe.

Then the second, third...

Finally, after the seventh auction item was brought onto the stage, Fang Qingyan instantly became energetic and sat upright involuntarily.

That's a coffin!

Exquisite blood-colored patterns are outlined in the darkness. It is two meters long and one meter five wide. It is much larger than ordinary coffins, and its texture is extremely thick and mysterious.

"As you can see, this is a corpse coffin. I believe you have already felt its extraordinary craftsmanship!" The host boasted loudly, "This was captured on the battlefield by the army of the Reifno family. The elder of the goblin tribe made the corpse coffin with his own hands, and every exquisite pattern on it can be regarded as the pinnacle of art!"

"It is definitely a coffin of top quality. You can't buy such a high-end corpse coffin in any store in Lahmia!"

Fang Qingyan was tempted.

And he felt that several other earls and nobles present were also tempted.

The level of this coffin is definitely not inferior to that of Carstein, and may even be higher.

A good coffin is the face of the vampire clan!

If you have a top-quality coffin, you can proudly show off to the girl you love: My coffin is big and comfortable!

Maybe the girl will be tempted and agree to go home with you and roll the coffin board.

And with a coffin with such a large internal space, you can invite two girls at once and hug each other without feeling too crowded!

"Starting price: 1,500 gold coins!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, someone immediately raised a sign and made a bid.

Then someone else raised a sign.

A bunch of people were trying to grab it, and the price was soon pushed to a terrifying figure: 6,400 gold coins!

Fang Qingyan's eyes widened.

One gold coin is enough for an ordinary civilian family to live without worries for half a year.

6,400 gold coins is an astronomical figure, it can fill a small box.

As a housekeeper, he knew very well that Count Carstein's annual tax revenue was only about three thousand gold coins.

These people are so rich...

Fang Qingyan took a look at his backpack and reconfirmed his deposit: 8926 gold coins.

Equivalent to three years of taxes for an earl.

But he had no confidence at all that he would be able to take the shot.

Fortunately, after the price was raised to such a high level, the speed slowed down and many people withdrew from the competition.

Currently there are only two counts left fighting for it.

"Oh~ Count Arman bids seven thousand gold coins, seven thousand gold coins for the first time... Okay, Count Augustin will increase the price by five hundred, seven thousand five hundred gold coins for the first time... seven thousand five hundred gold coins for the second time..."

The host is passionate.

Fang Qingyan was stunned when he saw that Count Arman was fucked.

He immediately stopped hesitating and raised the sign decisively...

"Oh my God~ Another gentleman has joined the competition. He bids eight thousand gold coins, eight thousand gold coins for the first time!"

Count Augustine hesitated for a moment, then raised the sign and increased the price by 500.

Fang Qingyan narrowed his eyes, he really only had three gold coins left!

This guy is really fierce. He defeated six or seven earls by himself. Looking at this momentum, Fang Qingyan will also be defeated.

It seems that I need to use some means...

Fang Qingyan took a deep breath, his eyes glowed with a faint purple light, and he used his super power: mind reading.

He has reached the peak of count, and his mental power is much stronger than his opponent.

So I read Augustine's inner thoughts smoothly: Oh~ This Earl really doesn't have much money left, damn bastard, you must not increase the price!

Fang Qingyan's eyes lit up, good guy, you pretended to be invincible written all over your face, but it turns out that you are also weak?

He immediately wrote a number on the blank sign and held it high.

The host was stunned for a moment and his eyes widened: "Well... this gentleman increased the price... by 1 gold coin! Ahem, 8001 gold coins for the first time!"

Count Augustine's face darkened, he gave up, and withdrew from the competition with a curse.

He raised the price by one gold coin. He suspected that Fang Qingyan had deliberately raised his price and was looking for a trap at the auction, hoping to drain his wallet.

Want me to increase the price? Humph, I won’t!

"...The third time! Congratulations to this gentleman for getting a top-notch coffin!"