Re, Gu Aotian Slaughtered Me

　　 The auction is about to come to an end, and there seems to be a little commotion over the demons. The little goblin of Cronn Pith is playing "wrestling" with the sparrow and the sparrow of the unknown magician.

　　 Then the most important moment for Jack arrived, and the last cylinder with the eighth magic eye was finally put on the stage.

"So, at the end--it's today's highlight. The gem level, the magic eye of petrification." The host even bowed to the magic eye, his voice trembling with excitement, "This is the second time this train has ever handled it. The gem-level demon eye, everyone present at this moment has to be said to be supremely lucky."

　　 Even the host has respect and excitement products, so that enthusiasm and obsession in this car steadily heat up.

"It's worth noting that after identification, this was summoned from the inside through a descending ritual and completely substantiated and left on the surface. It belongs to the magic eye of the monster Medusa in Greek mythology. Of course, even this kind of magic eye, we There is also sufficient transplantation technology."

　　 "My master can't do this kind of transplantation~" The little fairy immediately hinted to Jack with his eyes. The eyes on the snake's hair really don't know how to transplant.

　　 There is no sound. At this level, it is already something that the average first-rate magician can't afford to lose his fortune. Even the clock tower is rarely collected, and most people don't plan to make it.

　　 "The starting price is," the host paused, "100 million dollars."

　　100 million is only the starting price.

　　 "One hundred million one... Uh!" The sparrow envoy who was about to "wrestle" with the little goblin was strangled to death by the little goblin.

　　 "One hundred and ten million!" The little fairy called.

　　It’s not surprising that even if there is a fight, the magic eye train is accustomed to this, but if there is a magician who wants to fight, just ask you to go out and fight.

　　 The reduction of faculty members relieved those who were planning to bid-another opponent was missing.

　　 "120 million!" A representative sent by a monarch called for the price.

　　 "130 million!" Yvette also began to join.

　　 "Two hundred million!" Jack held up the sign.

　　 "No, no, this little brother, are you kidding me?" Yvette blinked at Jack, concealing his panic.

　　 "I'm going to make a decision, even if you are cute, it's useless." Jack said lightly.

　　 "Okay, please don't mind, please continue with the auction." The host urged.

　　 "Two hundred and ten million." The representative of the monarch made another bid.

　　 "Two hundred thirty million." Yvette followed up again.

　　 "Two hundred fifty million!"

　　 "Two hundred and eighty million!"

　　 Jack and the goblin raise prices in turn in an attempt to push back other competitors. Anyway, they "sell" them. Except for a small commission, the other money is left-handed and right-handed.

　　 There was an owl enchanter who raised his paw, as if he wanted to catch the little fairy, and then the little fairy raised his hand and shot a light bullet to smash it. It gives people the feeling of "Is this servitor a combat type?" No one intends to do unnecessary things.

　　 Yvette put down the sign, looking like he couldn't help finding a handkerchief and biting it in his mouth. Then start calling.

　　 "Two hundred and seventy million!" The monarch representative was still bidding. Indeed, if it is a monarch, he is willing to spend hundreds of millions to buy things from the fantasy species from the inside, even if he does not use it, he is willing to research or display it.

　　 "Three hundred million."

　　 "Three hundred and thirty million."

　　 "Three hundred and fifty million."

　　The representatives of the little fairies, Jack, and the monarch took turns bidding again.

The little fairy looked at the monarch representative with murderous expression in his eyes, thinking: "How dare you hinder the master like this, and if you double it up, you dare to follow up and stop playing. Kill him when he gets out of the car. But just like that. Can’t get the transplant of the train. Can the master take the train and force them to do it? I don’t know! It’s so entangled and entangled, but the master left the task to me (Crown Pith is just too lazy. This kind of "purchasing trivial matter"), if I ask the owner for help, am I a waste?"

　　 Just as the little fairy put down the pride of summoning monsters, and planned to ask the owner for help——

　　 "400 million."

　　 The sudden bid was too high this time, and it was silent for a while. Unexpectedly, it was Yvette who had retired once.

　　 The monarch representative put down the sign.

Yvette breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hips, patted Jack playfully, and whispered: "I said, you and the envoy are in the same group? Is that okay? You just have a pair of eyes. After taking the previous magic eye, you can only transplant one more eye at most. Is it okay for one person now? 400 million, divided equally, how about? As compensation, I will give you another artificial hand made by our family, how about? I can’t believe it. If so, it’s okay to prepare self-enforced certificates."

　　 is equivalent to Yvette’s willingness to buy a magic eye of Medusa for two hundred million and one artificially.

　　Jack's purpose is to hold the magic eye of compulsion and the magic eye of petrification in the left and right eye sockets respectively, so there is no objection.

　　 At this moment, Kraun Pith was lying on the roof of the car, holding the back of his head in both hands, shaking Erlang's legs.

　　 After a while, she received a message from the goblin asking whether she agreed with Yvette’s proposal. Anyway, it was not her own eyes that was lost, and it was Jack that traded, so she agreed casually.

After another while, she turned over and jumped up and stood on the roof of the car with her arms akimbo~www.readwn.com~ stomping her feet and looking into the distance: "Shouldn't it be a kingly plot to kill a robbery at this time! Obviously listen to Francie. Skar said kindly that it happened! Was cheated?! You get out of here!"

　　 A pool of birds was stunned in the distance.

　　 "Boom~" On the top of the next car, a purple-haired girl with a medieval gothic dress fell from somewhere above.

　　 "Ahhhh, I will be found out, are you stronger or the "I" in your "dream" underestimating you?" Francesca covered her mouth and laughed.

　　 "No, I just yelled something casually." Kraunpis would say this in front of his compatriots, but never in front of a happy woman.

　　 "Well, how are things going?" To Francesca, of course Kraunpis had to-pretend. Since he showed up, something must be done.

"After investigating the Holy Grail War, I found something interesting in Einzworth." Francesca said, "Darius may be the same person from generation to generation, for the same thing. In fact, after a long time, the research is how to control the power of the heroes to obtain the universal wishing machine. It is not a summoning but a control."

　　 "It's a lot more difficult like this," said Kraunpith.

　　 Francesca: "Haha, didn't you notice, little idiot? I'm talking about'handling the power of the heroes to get the almighty wishing machine', not'filling the Holy Grail with the ritual of the heroic spirits fighting.'"

　　Crown Pith: "...I understand, thank you for the hint. It refers to the heroes or treasures who want to have the ability of the universal wishing machine."

　　 Francesca: "Haha." He just responded with laughter.

(to be continued)