Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

It is said to be an auction, but it is actually not formal at all. There is no master of ceremonies, no hammer, and no rules for raising prices.

This was in a small room, with a fireplace burning. The warm light of the fire shone on everyone's face, dyeing their shadows red.

It was raining outside the window, and the new fire inside the house was slightly baking, which was quite interesting.

The owner of the Amber Pavilion still hasn't come back. According to the agreement, Jasmine will hold the auction instead of the owner.

"What the hell are you doing!"

A young girl couldn't bear it anymore, she had a pretty face, she was wearing a gorgeous dress, and her willow eyebrows stood erect:

"Is this how the owner of the Amber Pavilion treats guests?"

"Such a dilapidated place is really a shame to be a nobleman!"

Kira Nanami knew the lady's name, Sex Gen, which is a rather distinguished surname that can be traced back to the Japanese royal family.

No wonder she was so proud.

The world of magic has always been a place that emphasizes bloodline inheritance.

"Miss Senku, please calm down."

The swallow-tailed man smiled, his handsome face still wanted to shine, and he said calmly:

"With me, a first-level conjurer, I believe there will be no accidents."

He seemed very proud of his status as a first-level conjurer.

That's good, it's a head start.

Kira Kekai sketched the surrounding guests.

The one closest to him was a graceful and elegant woman, tall and tall. Her spell power fluctuation should be around level two. She didn't have any calluses on her hands, and she didn't look like a spell user;

Opposite is an old man who seems to be in his forties, but he is still in good spirits. Kira Nanami has never seen him before. He should belong to a hidden family. He loves to smoke, has a smell of smoke on his body, and always smiles** of.

On the far left are two couples, looking young, they should be from the same family, and their aura is about the same level.

To be honest, if we just talk about strength, everyone present is a jerk.

Kira Nanami can beat everyone.

But they have to choose the 'Amber Hall Master' from among them, which shows that the criterion for judging the game is not strength.

But other aspects.

"I'm really sorry, the master can't be there because of something."

Miss Molly bowed again, 'I'm sorry' was her most frequent word.

"Hey, I believe everyone knows that the Amber Hall was built in the Showa era. Its predecessor was the mansion of Mr. Tachibana Nara Maro in the ninth year of Hirakatsuho. It was abandoned after his death..."

Kira Nanami naturally understood this period of history. At that time, the Tachibana family and the Fujiwara family were fighting against each other in the court, but in the end it ended with the Tachibana family head being falsely accused, and the Tachibana family fell into decline and lost the position of public minister.

It was not until the birth of Queen Tanlin that the Orange Room was revived.

"Then, the auction has officially begun."

Miss Jasmine clapped her hands lightly, tilted her head:

"The first lot comes from the fragments of travel notes written by Master Manyo in the Nara period when he traveled to Shikoku."

The fragment of the scroll... is now hidden in her arms, and she has never had the chance to return it... Where can she put it up for auction?

She stared into Kira Nanami's eyes, her black pupils were like the most beautiful obsidian:

"Kira-kun bid the night before, one-third of the soul, is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

A third of the soul?

A third of the soul... Hoshino Hideo!

Kira Nanami raised her head and just met Miss Jasmine's eyes. She explained with a smile:

"The auction has already started when we set foot in this mansion."

"When Ms. Hoshino Ying took away the fragments, the deal was already completed, one-third of the soul."

She looked around and asked:

"Is there no bid?"

Everyone couldn't react for a while, and fell into silence.

"Three, two, one, the transaction is established."

Kira Nanami felt the heat in her chest, and when she looked down, the box in the inner pocket was already on fire, and a tender white hand was struggling in the black flames, crying out in the depths of her soul .

The shadow of a girl looms in the firelight. Her long Lolita dress, her long snow-white hair, and her wine-red pupils are as cold as the residual snow in early spring.

They all melted into the sunlight.

'Don't die easily, don't take your life too cheaply, don't underestimate your soul. "

'Because we have already made a [agreement], we have made a contract with words, and keeping promises is a virtue. '

Kira Nanami raised her head, her pupils calmly looked into Jasmine's eyes as if she was looking at a dead person.

Nails start to grow like crazy.

Chapter 12 Spells of the past and present

Kira Nanami raised her head, her calm pupils looked at Jasmine's eyes emotionlessly as if looking at a dead person.

Fingernails started to grow like crazy.

"This is really fun, Miss Jasmine."

"Don't look at me, this is none of my business."

Miss Jasmine tilted her head, there was no expression in her black pupils, as delicate as a doll in a wall window:

"This is the 'rule' of our Amber Hall. Equivalent exchange. The auction started long ago when everyone set foot on this land. What you get, you will pay for. Everything you get must be paid."

"You better explain what happened?"

Miss Yuan stood up in confusion, her beautiful face frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes stared at Jasmine:

"This, what is going on?!"

Rao, she also just felt a special wave of spell power, which burst from Kira Nanami's chest, so suddenly, without any warning.

If it had happened to him, his life would not have been taken away instantly.

The noise exploded among the guests, spreading outward like waves one after another.

"Miss Kongzi."

Miss Jasmine said softly.

"I said it was an 'auction.'"

The light from the fireplace shone on Jasmine's face, casting a light shadow on it, and the flames flickered.

It's really as exquisite as a doll in a shop window.

"Everyone knows Amber, right?"

The wind and rain outside were swaying, and the tops of the plane trees were dancing in the wind and rain. Jasmine walked to the window—everyone was watching her every move—and watched her calmly close the window.

The sound of wind and rain, the whimpering of branches, all of a sudden stopped.

"A kind of resin secreted by pine trees, after condensing to a certain extent, it will drip, and sometimes it will hit insects and other small animals and wrap them in it."

"Then they were buried underground for tens of millions of years and formed as fossils under the influence of pressure and heat."

"The surface and interior often retain the lines produced when the resin originally flowed. Whether it is a butterfly or an ant wrapped in amber, they are all lifelike, showing every detail, maintaining the posture before being wrapped. Their past is thus forever preserved. It’s fixed.”

"Modern archaeologists often study amber, because what amber records is a history that actually existed in the world, it is the real 'past'. Amber is really wonderful. Although it records the 'past', But it exists in the present, the past and the present coexist, isn't this a wonderful thing?"

Kira Nanami continued to stare at Jasmine with that deadly gaze, already vaguely guessing something in her heart.

"The Amber Hall is the balance between 'past' and 'present'."

"What exactly do you mean?"

The man in the pair of lovers spoke. He had short black hair and a light scar on his forehead. Let’s call him Brother Scar.Brother Scar stared at Jasmine impatiently, and the spell power on his body had already begun to surge:

"Explain it to me."

"More than 1000 years ago, to be precise, it should be the ninth year of Tianshengbao [AD 757]. Pushing forward from this time, it was the most prosperous period of the Ju family. At that time, the head of the Ju family was given the title of 'courtier'. It is a very honorable honor to hold the power of this half of the imperial court."

The fire in the fireplace was so long, and the time flowed slowly. Jasmine's cold voice sounded, telling the glory of the past.

"The descendants of the Tachibana family are called 'Tachibana courtiers', which is very prominent. At the same time, the four brothers of the Fujiwara family fell down due to smallpox, and the entire imperial court was dominated by the Tachibana family."

"At that time, it was the era of the heyday of conjuration, and most of the conjurers were followers of the Tachibana family, while families such as Wujo and Zenyuan had not yet emerged."

"But the good times did not last long. In the ninth year of Tenshengho, the previous head of the Tachibana family died of illness. His son Tachibana Naramaro succeeded as the head of the family. At the same time, he was also the first."

"The owner of the Amber Museum."

"With the death of the head of the family, the situation in the court has collapsed. However, the Fujiwara family has risen, and the new head of the family, Fujiwara Nakamaro, has ascended the throne. The court is facing a major reshuffle."

"And in this power struggle, the Orange family failed."

"The glory of the past has been stripped away, and the glory of the Ju family has fallen to the ground like fallen leaves. Days are days, and this long-standing family has finally ushered in loneliness."

"Tachibana Nara Maro was falsely imprisoned. Although it is generally said that he died in prison, there is no such record in the history book [Continued Japanese Records]." [Note]

Kira Nanami raised her eyebrows slightly, and the old man next to her also became serious, listening carefully to every word of the maid.

"But in fact, he escaped from prison, took the Tachibana family's treasures with him, and fled to a mansion secretly built on the wasteland, where he would spend the rest of his life."

"It's where we are standing now, the Amber Hall—it was transformed into a Western-style hall during the Showa era."

Jasmine's eyes were deep, as if she was recalling something:

"The Tachibana family lost power, people died, and blood flowed like a river. It was called the 'Nara Maro Rebellion' in history."

"And the diners under his command, those conjurers all over the country, have also been suppressed and wanted by the court, wandering and wandering around, all of them have become desperadoes, and a thousand-year-old family has fallen into the wind and rain."

"During those difficult days, people were always recalling the past glory, the past glory, those hundreds of spellcasters, those spellcasters who were protected by the Tachibana family, it was always inevitable Reminiscing about the glory of the past and seeing the loneliness at this time, resentment inevitably arises."

"They fear the 'now' and dwell on the past."