Chapter 567

It's quite expensive to support a knight.

This one of the big head, of course, is the cost of baptism, as well as Knight plate armor and Manor!

These three things are juxtaposed because they have almost the same value.

A complete set of knight armor is often the heirloom of some small families and has been inherited for several or even dozens of generations.

The craftsman of highland is famous for his craftsmanship. The armor on the high platform glitters in the light. The smooth lines and the precise occlusion between various parts all show that it is a top-quality piece!

Of course, its price also went up, and was finally collected by a black robed man at the cost of 3200 gold Delong.

"The next auction items... Are" original blue blood "," Conqueror ", the king of Fengying plain, and a long sword used by taler I - Longxin!"

When the auctioneer opened the red cloth of the second treasure, he saw a big blue sword with two hands. It glowed in the light. The shape of the sword was simple, but the sharp edge and dark red blood trough were full of ferocity all the time.

"Starting price: 2500 gold Delong!"

With the voice of the auctioneer, more intense bidding voice one after another.

Wu Ming noticed that when he looked at the big blue sword, the girl in his arms, Beatrice, obviously trembled.

"If it's really just a weapon, even if it has a historical bonus, it's too much..."

His eyes moved: "isn't it... An extraordinary weapon?"

With this idea, Wu Ming immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.

True spirit possessed body, although the power dissipated, but also brought him keen perception.

At this time, I felt a deep and unpredictable force on the dragon heart sword.

"Especially... Having a little connection with Beatrice? Blood weapons? Does it limit the use of descendants? "

He thought uncertainly. At last, he saw that the dragon heart sword was bought by a mysterious figure at a high price of 5000 gold Delong.

"If it's really just antiques, it's going to be a loss... So... Blue blood nobles?"

Wu Ming stares at the back of the mysterious man with deep eyes.

Since the other side appears here, what kind of hostility will he encounter when he buys blue blood slaves?

Maybe it's OK in the black market, but once out, it's hard to say.

"The last auction piece!"

On the stage, the auctioneer said with a smile: "you must have guessed that... One can of holy oil has enough two pints, which is absolutely enough for a knight's baptism... I'd like to send you a message. In the spring contest, the Earl of blue mountain intends to reward the champion, not the former jindelong, but the knighthood!"

WOW!

There was an uproar below.

Although we have known for a long time that this contest is not a small one, the atmosphere in the black market is still hot when we hear that there is a knighthood.

"Therefore, many free knights and landless Knights will definitely come to the next year's Martial Arts Contest... This can of holy oil may be your chance to open the road of knights and the key to glory!"

The auctioneer announced in a bewitching tone: "one can of holy oil, the starting price is 5000 gold Delong!"

There's a breath of air below. Obviously, compared with the past, the price has been falsely increased by several times or even several times.

And, this is just a reserve price!

It can be imagined that relying on the hype of the competition news, the final transaction price must be an astronomical number.

"Wait a minute!"

In the middle of the silence, a voice suddenly rang out.

"What questions does the guest have?"

The auctioneer smilingly looked at a little girl under her arms, a strange looking guest, showing excellent self-restraint.

"Can you guarantee the authenticity of holy oil? Must be the same as the church and the two aristocrats? Guaranteed to be a knight! "

Being watched by a large number of eyes, and even feeling the approaching of several dangerous breath, Wu Ming is awe inspiring and speaks out his doubts in a loud voice.

"Is this the first time the guest has come?"

The auctioneer is still gentle and polite: "the holy oil sold by our auction house can be guaranteed to be the same as the original version... There has never been a complaint about the quality problem, and... The baptism of the knight has a certain possibility of failure, which can not be guaranteed by the gods!"

Of course, Wu Ming knew this, so she took a deep breath and asked the key words: "can I identify it?"

"I see. This guy must be a pharmacist!"

Before the auctioneer on the stage opened his mouth, the people below all looked at Wu Ming with a wise look, as if they knew everything: "another idiot trying to crack the secret recipe!"

Obviously, this kind of thing has happened many times.

"No problem!"

The auctioneer obviously also has experience: "according to the rule, every time the holy oil auction, we will provide three samples, each about one tenth of an ounce, for the buyer to check!"

He blinked his eyes, looking a little cunning: "of course... To get a sample, the customer needs to pay 50 gold Delong first!"

The standard portion of holy oil required for a knight's baptism is two pints, which is equal to 40 ounces according to the world's measurement, while the last auction price was about 5000 to 6000 gold Delong.

That is to say, Wu Ming needs to use 50 jindelong to buy the goods only worth 15 jindelong, which is obviously a loss business.

"Yes!"

Wu Ming immediately took out Jin Delong and bought a tenth of an ounce of holy oil. He didn't pay attention to the stupid eyes around him. Of course, he also confirmed his identity as a pharmacist.

"I have no problem!"

When he got what he wanted, he was very happy. He didn't care about the auction after the episode, and came to the entrance at the beginning.

He chose to leave. After all, there were only a few gold medals left on him.

Boom!

When he saw the door like a wall, he knocked on it. The stone wall suddenly opened, and the smiling face of the former waiter appeared: "is the guest going to leave?"

……

"I can only send you here. Good luck! Sir

It was still a black carriage like that. The waiter bowed away and finally said, let the carriage go slowly.

The axle is rolling.

But Wu Ming put away the holy oil and looked at the girl curled up on one side: "can you talk?"

“……”

After waiting for a long time, he got silence.

"All right! Let me remind you that something bad may happen later. If you are really afraid, just close your eyes... "

"Of course, with your experience, maybe you don't care much. Just protect yourself!"

Wu Ming quietly closed his eyes, right hand has been holding the waist of the fine steel sword.

"Here we are, sir..."

After some feigning, the carriage stopped in a remote corner of the Southern District.

"Thank you

Wu Ming sent the coachman to leave. When he saw that there was a garbage dump around him, and the stinky ditch was flowing nearby, he would leave as quickly as possible even when the poor passed by.

"It's a good grave. How about burying you?"

With a smile, Wu Ming puts Beatrice aside and looks at the six or seven figures around her.

"The possibility of a black market auction house is not great. After all, I didn't really disturb its auction plan... So, is it a robber who covets wealth? Or some blue blood aristocrat who is not happy with me? Or some other obscure force? "

He drew out his sword: "it's just... What's the matter with all this?"

Whoosh!

As he spoke, he rushed out like a gust of wind.

Bang!

A man in black drew his sword to resist, but his weapon was easily knocked away by the huge force, and his chest overflowed with blood.

"Knight!"

This kind of speed and strength immediately surprised several other black clothes. Some of them put their hands behind their backs and took out their short bows.

"Kill

Wu Ming acted like the wind. When the man in black was sluggish for a moment, his steel sword seemed to come back to life, and he had his own life. Suddenly, two flashes of lightning took away the lives of two men in black.

Whew!

When he killed the last enemy, he moved his ears, turned his head and dodged two tricky arrows.

"Damn it

The two archers immediately turned and ran, as if they saw a monster.

You can't run! It's not that they haven't killed knights, but even though they have experienced the baptism of holy oil, they are still outstanding in one aspect, or they have amazing strength, or they have hard skin, fast speed, or they recover quickly.

But in front of this person, it seems to be an all-round strengthening, without the slightest weakness.

It's more terrifying than ordinary Knights!

"Want to go?"

With a laugh, Wu Ming chases a man in black in three or two steps, grabs the wrist of the dagger and puts the blade tip into his heart.

Then, he looked at the last man who escaped, took a deep breath, and threw out his steel sword.

Whew!

A streamer flashed by, and the man screamed, and was nailed to the ground with silver light as his chest.

"I'm clean. I don't have any identification!"

Wu Ming came to him and turned it carefully. Then he shook his head and took back the sword.

"Are you all right?"

He looked at Beatrice again.

The little girl didn't have the slightest threat at first sight. Wu Ming's hands were too fast, so she was lucky to stay until now. She didn't even cut her skin.

Of course, seeing Wu Ming's killing scenes like chopping melons and vegetables, the girl could not maintain her indifferent expression, and there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in her eyes.

"Let's go!"

Wu Ming leaned over to pick her up and quickly left the scene of the murder.

It won't be long before the rats in the stinky ditch will show up and touch everything that can be used on the corpse. He doesn't need to worry about it any more.