I am a god in another world

Not only the half-elf girls were attracted, but also the audience.

He was a boy who looked no older than 18 years old. He was dressed like a proud little rooster, and was extremely gorgeous. He wanted to attract everyone's attention to himself. This style was unique to the rich people in the south. Only in this way could they show off their wealth and their extraordinaryness.

When Regina and the half-elf girls looked at him, the boy became more energetic, raised his head higher, and even the pimples on his oily face were shining. He shouted: "I'll pay 5,000 gold coins."

"Haha... Another little Sambian fool fell into Princess Regina's beautiful trap."

"As long as Princess Regina presides over the auction for the recovery of lost territories, this kind of drama is bound to happen. Although I have seen it countless times, I never get tired of it."

"It would be best if such a little fool came every month. Our Ezebra's finances will be more abundant, and the Rosaville Road will be better maintained for We bring more caravans and wealth. "

"Maybe they don't think they are little fools, but the chosen ones. Hehe, when the time comes, they will not only be able to obtain the Anka inheritance, become the king of the Battle Valley, and even get the beauty. Isn't that what biographical novels say? Haha..."

"You people are a bit unkind. While enjoying the wealth brought by others, you also scold them behind their backs. We should respect them as envoys of Wakin. The more envoys like this, the better."

"That's right, that's right, that's right, we can't do too much."

The residents of the Battle Valley who were watching whispered to each other, with unconcealed gloating and ridicule on their faces.

They have seen too many of these arrogant second-generation Sambia rich people. After being born into a good family, they think they are born extraordinary. Anka Manor is a place prepared for them. When they arrive here, they will capture it.

Those cold-blooded bound spirits will help them recognize the cruel reality.

Some just watched coldly, and no one came forward to dissuade them.

Sambia has a bad reputation in the Battle Valley, or to be more precise, in the entire valley.

And these young rich second-generation and third-generation rich are one of the initiators.

The rich second-generation who come here either caused trouble in Sambia and ran here to avoid trouble.

Or they were sent by their families to gain experience and inspect the industrial territories here.

No matter which one, nothing good will happen.

They suddenly gain power and their minds are not stable yet. They often do some very extraordinary things, arouse public anger, and then run back to Sambia to avoid legal sanctions.

This kind of scourge is better if one dies, let alone stop it.

"This gentleman offers 5,000 gold coins. Is there any higher?" Regina smiled sweetly, but whether she was smiling at the boy or the golden coins, only she knew.

However, the young man from Sambia thought that the other party was smiling at him, and he was a little infatuated. He raised his head and put on an appearance of being determined to win. Whoever dared to compete with him, he would fight to the end.

Although the field was lively, no competitor spoke.

This kind of auction is held every month. Even if you want to explore Anka Manor, you can wait until next month. There is no need to spend this money in vain.

Regina obviously knew this and accelerated the auction process, as if she was afraid that the duck in her hand would fly away. "Five thousand gold coins once, five thousand gold coins twice, five thousand gold coins three times, deal, the right to recover Anka Manor this month will be obtained by this young master. I hope he can win the first battle, obtain the inheritance of Anka, obtain the ownership of Anka Manor, and conquer a lost land for our Battle Valley. After the auction, please go to the back to pay the money and receive the corresponding entry and exit tickets."

Regina's infectious voice rose a few decibels: "Very good, we have had a good start today, let's go in The second auction is the Fang of Fortune Mage Tower.

The origin of this Mage Tower is unknown, and its ownership is unknown, but one thing is certain, that is, there are still powerful magic and traps here, and there are also treasures of the previous owner.

It is said that there is a passage leading to an unknown area.

The pioneer will obtain all the treasures in the Mage Tower and the ownership of the Mage Tower, and the surrounding one kilometer will also be included in the Mage Tower's affiliated territory.

The starting price is 10,000 gold coins, and it is now officially open. "

The auction price of this ghost castle in the Battle Valley has little to do with the value of the castle itself.

In terms of potential value, there is no greater than Anka Manor.

It is directly linked to the risk factor. The higher the starting price, the higher the risk factor.

It is to make those who participate in this task consider it carefully.

Regina shouted several times, but still no one responded.

When her eyes accidentally swept over the previous bidder, the Sambia boy, the horny boy was excited and almost shouted out the price.

But the number of gold coins in his bag limited his ability to perform, and he could not spend ten thousand gold coins to win the beauty's smile.

Even for him, ten thousand gold coins was not a small amount.

Five thousand gold coins could at least buy a possibility, and he could still explain it. If he threw in ten thousand gold coins, there would be no way.

The Fang of Fortune Mage Tower was not auctioned off amid a sigh of regret.

Regina's mood was not affected at all. She smiled and said, "The third and last auction item today is Vizeme Manor.

I believe many people are also familiar with this manor.

It is located in the Griffin Hill of the Three Rivers of our Battle Valley. It once had the largest and best vineyards. The crystal wine produced there is also famous in the North.

It's a pity that Sir Kronfer's wrong choice has caused himself and his manor to fall into a desperate reincarnation. Those who can help Sir Kronfer get rid of it will get all his inheritance, Vizeme Manor and the surrounding vineyards of nearly ten square kilometers.

The starting price is 150,000 gold coins, and it officially starts now."

As soon as Regina finished speaking, a young male voice sounded, "15,000 gold coins."

Why are there so many suckers this time?

Could it be that something big happened in Sambia?

All the young people came here?

Everyone looked over following the voice. It was indeed a handsome and energetic young man. Judging from his appearance, he was no more than 20 years old and more than 1.8 meters tall, but he gave people a very symmetrical feeling, like a vigorous cheetah, as if he could move at any time. His slightly pointed ears indicated that he had elf blood, but when his eyes flickered, he gave people a cat-like feeling. When looking at him, it was like being seen through.

Standing next to him was a young girl who didn't look very old. The loose white sacrificial robe and shawl could not hide her slender and well-proportioned figure. Her long golden hair was tied behind her, revealing her round face. She had a nervous and shy smile. Seeing countless eyes looking at them, she couldn't help but hold the moonstone cross tightly.

This was the symbol of the residual god Ilmater. It seemed that she was a believer of the Broken God.

Those who recognized this couldn't help but smile at the sacrificial girl. As one of the three holy gods, Ilmater might not be the most powerful or famous, but he was the kindest, especially his believers. The idea of ​​saving the dying and healing the wounded won him great favor among ordinary people, and even his priests were sometimes treated preferentially.

"Twenty thousand gold coins." A strong male voice said.

Not to mention the stunned people watching the excitement, even the half-elf boy was stunned. How could the auction, which was usually unpopular, become a hot commodity this time?

Everyone's eyes followed the voice and looked over. It was a middle-aged man who looked weathered. He was in his forties. The adventurer's cloak that had wrapped his body tightly had been opened.

The armor on his body was exposed, which was also full of the charm of time, covered with various sword cuts and scratches, indicating that it had experienced hundreds of battles.

There was a badge printed on the front of the armor, which was a scale standing on a war hammer.

Seeing this sign clearly, everyone present could not help but stand in awe. Some believers of the God of Justice could not help but stand up straight, hit their chests with their right fists, and saluted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to feel this respect, and hurriedly returned the same courtesy to these people.

This is a holy warrior, the holy warrior of Tyr, the god of justice.

As the head of the three holy gods, Tyr is known as the hand of equality and the god of justice, and is responsible for supervising the whole world.

His holy warriors are even more faithful to implement this. They monitor evil, supervise lawlessness, reveal the truth, punish sinners, and correct mistakes.

Support the justice laws in the region, punish those who do not abide by the laws, and help the weak to avenge crimes.

They are the best judges in Faerun, no one else.

This makes their reputation polarized, especially in Sembia.

Many of those wealthy rulers use them while disgusted with them, because many of their policies are to maintain the wealthy ruling class, and these policies will be opposed by Tyr's holy warriors.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, the image of these holy warriors is extremely glorious, representing justice and judgment.

In the valley, the image of Tyr's holy warriors is deeply rooted in their hearts and minds. Wherever they go, they are greatly welcomed. Sometimes they even act as temporary judges to help them make judgments or revenge on settlements and towns.

This situation is mainly caused by the loose political system and fragmented legal structure of the valley.

Take the Battle Valley as an example. There is basically no systematic law here. Although Ilmet is the nominal lord of the Battle Valley, his power is limited to Ezebra. He has no energy to manage other places.

Due to the great retreat of the elves, the growing darkness in Cossoman has already made him exhausted.

As for whether these holy warriors will be corrupt or accept bribes to favor one side, such concerns will not arise at all.

Because once this happens, these holy warriors can no longer be called holy warriors, but dark guards who have fallen into darkness.

Regina saw the appearance of the middle-aged man clearly, jumped down from the high platform directly, and walked towards him with light steps.

Wherever she passed, the excited males did not desperately press towards her. On the contrary, they could not help but retreat to both sides, as if forming a human wall to welcome her.

By the time those males reacted, Regina had already passed by with a gust of fragrant wind.

Regina bowed respectfully and said, "It turns out that it is Judge Daniel who is here in person. It is our greatest honor that you can come in person to help us conquer the Lost Land. How can we accept your auction money? This is the entrance ticket to Vizeme Manor. Please keep it, Your Excellency the Judge."

"It turned out to be him!"

"Why? This Judge Daniel is very famous? What is his origin?"

"Have you heard of the Abbey of the Hammer of Justice?"

"No."