"Come, come! The first climax of this auction, the free quotation duel between No. 12 and No. 18!"

On the stage, the emcee hyped the atmosphere with the most high pitched tone. Even if there was no normal uproar to respond, Lorraine could feel the rise of the heat wave.

The emcee took the envelope from the attendant and unfolded the note.

"Let's have a look at your newspaper on the 12th..."

As soon as his pupils contracted, there was an obvious pause in his voice, but it soon returned to its original position.

"That's amazing! 5000 pounds! The price is increased by 5000 pounds on the 12th, and the sloDe shield is now quoted at 11500 pounds!"

"Distinguished guest No. 18, what's your response? SloDe's shield is 11500 pounds, and there are higher..."

"Free quotation!" the master's voice broke through eight degrees, and the attendants almost ran from the stage to the private room in the form of running.

Just a moment later, he took the quotation and announced loudly: "for the third time in a row, the price of box 18 was increased by 2000 pounds and 13500 pounds again!"

"But! Box 12 is 18500 pounds." it's like deliberately tempting people's appetite. Before the sound of the last free quotation fell, the master of ceremonies immediately made a new quotation on behalf of Lorraine, or increased the price by 5000.

Even at the auction site of asylum villa, there was an exclamation, because the master of ceremonies' quotation was so fast that even the attendants didn't respond. Until the end of the quotation, they still stood visible at the edge of the stage.

The venue was exclaimed. The exclamation was not a praise to Lorraine, but a question to the host.

The emcee had expected the reaction of the meeting and shook his hand to draw out the previous Lorraine's quotation.

"According to the advance authorization of the VIP in Box 12, no matter what the quotation on the 18th is, the price will be increased by £ 5000 in the next round!"

The startling voice suddenly stopped and everything was silent. Only the master of ceremonies encouraged it with passion.

"On the 18th, or other hidden nobles, it seems that the 12th is determined to win the shield of sloDe. Now it only depends on your determination."

"Slade shield No. 12, 18500 pounds! 18500 pounds once, Slade shield 18500 pounds twice, 18500... No. 18, 18800 pounds!"

The master of ceremonies immediately lowered his voice like fine points: "but it is still prior authorization, box 12, 23800 pounds!"

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The voice of the master of ceremonies echoed in the box, high, with a little regret.

"23800 pounds once, sloDe's shield 23800 pounds twice, sloDe's shield in Box 12, 23800 pounds... Deal! Congratulations to the distinguished guests in Box 12. You have won the final victory in the battle for the inheritance of Princess branla filotemira!"

The applause was neither thick nor loud, but it was a clear and sincere congratulations.

Lorraine stood up in applause and bowed back to the stage and the invisible walls. After the ceremony, he smiled and stretched himself, turned back and said to the people, "go back, we obviously overspent..."

This seems to be the most sincere summary. After all, no matter how precious a steel shield is, no matter how thick the history is, no matter how complete the maintenance is, no matter how lost the technology is, its value can not reach or even exceed that of a class V destroyer.

However, Lorraine did this unreasonable thing like beating chicken blood, put forward a budget of nearly 30000 pounds, and finally bought a "commodity" with only 1200 pounds for 23800 pounds.

From the moment the hammer fell, Lev was completely in a state of separation of gods and souls. His mind was full of the hot-blooded scene of killing the four sides with his destroyer. He was unaware of what happened outside, and didn't even hear Lorraine's decision.

Karen gently stabbed LEV in the waist from behind: "Captain, that shield... Should we say that the bidder has anything to care about?"

"Something worth caring about..."

The eighth piece on the stage began to come on stage. Lorraine stopped and thought for a moment.

"Viking culture is a very strange thing," he said. "On the one hand, because of the strength of the Viking era, Viking descendants are all over central and northwest Europe, especially in the aristocratic circle. Up to the ninth to tenth centuries, the proportion of Viking aristocrats is probably only a little less than that of Roman aristocrats."

"The ancestors of the Normans were the Vikings, as well as the Anglo Saxons and Germans, who also adhered to the Viking faith."

"However, since the religious reform in northern Europe, Viking leaders have taken the initiative to submit to God. Viking culture has suddenly become a taboo that can not be touched by the mainstream society. Viking is being de Viking everywhere. Even the word Viking has changed from the original national title to a strange state similar to adjectives."

"Because of this, the Viking collection is doomed to lack collection value and can only be spread and appreciated in a small circle. I guess Morgan chamber of Commerce saw this and set the starting position of sloDe shield at 1200 pounds."

"What is the value of sloDe's shield? In the absence of expert identification and evaluation, we can only make a rough guess."

"For pure collectors or inheritors of Viking culture, the minority lacks space for premium and sharing, so its psychological price will not exceed 3000 pounds; for alchemists, because of the research value of the lost Viking secret silver, its psychological price may double, that is, 6000 pounds."

"6000 pounds is the highest value that can be judged. It is equivalent to one and a half brigantines or a barg. The price is amazing and the premium is amazing."

"But there's another kind of people who won't be frightened by this price!" Lorraine looked at Lev intentionally. "Crazy warrior."

"As crazy believers and fatalists of Viking faith, they have a sense of mission in their hearts. This sense of mission is particularly strong in front of the legendary weapon sloDe shield, which is enough to make them crazy, forget their interests and do their best."

Karen suddenly realized: "that is to say... Box 18 is also a crazy soldier? Are there many crazy soldiers now?"

"Not much." Leff shook his head in confusion. "There were nearly 10000 Vikings in Stavanger, but the only crazy soldiers who really woke up were bonette and me. Even Jazz couldn't grasp the secret of madness."

"That box 18..." Karen slowly opened her eyes.

Lev woke up with a start and stood up. "I'll find him!"

Haina stepped out of the shadow: "you're too heavy. I'll go before it's clear."

Lorraine shook his head: "it's day now, and Haina is not suitable. The most suitable one among us is..."

Sigjiao smiled and said, "Harry, Ryan, how long will it take to dig out the identity of box 18?"

Harry frowned. "What's the budget? 500 pounds takes 12 hours, 2000 pounds three hours."

"No upper limit," Lorraine whispered. "Please use all your means. I need to know whether there are disappearing enemies in my neighbors. The sooner the better."

"Yes!"

After responding to the order full of military temperament, Harry and Ryan immediately returned to the dock with Sharon. They need to withdraw the money first, and Sharon is varkiri's current accountant.

Out of the consideration of being as unobtrusive as possible, Lorraine and them left the box a full half hour late.

Lorraine saw a familiar background outside the gate of the venue. The pilot with different identity when they entered Hong Kong was turning to the front of the venue, that is, the backstage.

Lorraine couldn't help stopping.

In a blink, Haina held his shoulder to his ear: "I'll go."

Lorraine was silent for a moment: "be careful."

"It won't be found."

"After all, it's the territory of the emperor's family... I'll let Lev pick you up outside."

Haina thought, "let him hide as far as possible."

"I see..."