CH 163

After the ball, the two returned to Luo's room.

As previously planned, Luo suggested to the room's dedicated butler that he was looking for a different kind of pastime.

The butler very skilfully and professionally produced another hardcover brochure of the event.

It contains records of activities that have not appeared in external brochures at all before, and many of them do not look so ordinary.

The butler said with a smile, "Once on the high seas, there are naturally some more liberal activities that are open only to The Endymion's most distinguished guests."

"Please don't worry, The Endymion's country of incorporation is trustworthy and we will do everything we can to protect your privacy and interests."

Luo calmly took the activity booklet and flipped through it.

Xiao Lan also went over to look at them with him, and a few of them looked very shady just from the descriptions.

Moreover, from what the butler just said, it seems that the forces behind them have some control over the countries where the cruise ships are registered, which is why they are so reckless.

I don't know what the background of The Endymion is, but it's so bold.

After skimming a few items that would obviously land him in jail, Luo's fingertips rested on a page belonging to an auction of some kind.

The page is very simple and simply reads " Mr Smith's Auction", without any textual description and without pictures.

This is one of the most unusual items in the whole booklet.

Luo tapped the page, "This auction seems interesting, why so mysterious?"

The butler explained, "This is Mr Smith's private auction and the guests are all invited by him privately. We can introduce you to Mr Smith if you need to join on an ad hoc basis, but it is entirely up to Mr Smith to decide whether to issue you with an invitation."

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Luo smiled at the housekeeper and nodded, "I'll be glad to see you, then."

Soon they were able to contact Mr Smith, who was organising the auction, by arrangement with the housekeeper.

Perhaps because of Luo's new wealthy status, he was very welcoming.

Not only did he agree to join him straight away, but Mr Smith even gave Luo a $50 million line of credit as a junior VIP straight away.

The fact that Luo was given a limit of more than 20 million for a normal member of his auction shows how much they think of Luo as a member.

Of course, if Luo wants to spend more, he will need to participate for a long time and accumulate more spending to upgrade.

It is a constant truth in the world that kryptonite is the only way to upgrade.

After a short conversation, Mr Smith sent an invitation to the auction through his butler.

The whole process seemed relaxed and harmonious, without the slightest hint of hardship or trial.

It's true that nothing is too difficult if you are willing to spend money.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all, except that most of the world is stuck on the fatal step of "having money".

After the butler had left, Xiao Lan played with the delicate invitation in his hand.

Luo came over and sat down next to him, "Sir, we can see if there are any suitable auction items we can give to add to the poverty value when the time comes."

Xiao Lan turned to Luo and asked, "Will your organisation reimburse you for the money you spent at the auction?"

This is a playground, Luo's wealth in the real world cannot be brought in, and he is not the rich man himself, so he should not be able to use his wealth in that capacity.

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Luo held his jaw in thought, "They'll probably want to reimburse me first."

After all, 50 million, even if it is a powerful organisation, money doesn't come from the wind.

"But don't worry." Luo curled his lips, "I can just write a cheque in my current identity and we should be out of the playground by the time they realise something is wrong. If Mr Smith wants to pursue responsibility, he should be looking for the cruise ship as an introducer."

Xiao Lan couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "That's called blacking out, isn't it?"

A black-hearted cruise ship meets a fake rich man, probably a fated hijacking.

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The auction is the following evening.

The two men stepped in with their invitations.

The entire auction venue is surrounded on all sides by huge floor-to-ceiling aquariums in which countless sea creatures are swimming with abandon, making one feel as if one is at the bottom of the sea.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but think, unromantically, that it would be a disaster if someone with a phobia of the deep sea was sitting in the room.

Luo had booked a top class room so that he could get closer to Father Michael, who seemed to be a big shot.

The auction soon began, with each lot gradually making its way to the floor.

What appears here are things of unknown provenance. For example, some treasures fresh from an ancient tomb, or a collection that was clearly said to be staying in a museum somewhere, or items that were unaccounted for many years ago.

It is no wonder that this auction is only open to private individuals and that it is exclusively on board cruise ships, as many of these lots are not available to the general public.

Luo pretends to watch the auction host with interest, but secretly his fingertips spread a dark shadow that only he and Xiao Lan can see, which peeks out through the door and along the booths looking for Father Michael.

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Soon the corners of Luo's mouth curled up, "Sir, I've found something interesting."

Xiao Lan throws a questioning glance.

Luo leaned into his ear and explained, "Father Michael is with my target, the arms dealer called Cal Luoes."

"It seems that Ka Luo Si is not feeling satisfied with his dying Mr. Mai's body and Father Michael promises to help him with this trouble ......"

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Not far away, in another top class private room.

Father Michael is dressed in formal attire, laughing and joking with the white-haired Carluos next to him, surrounded by a group of tall bodyguards dressed in uniform black.

None of the people present noticed the dark shadows spreading through the doorway, or rather, they couldn't see them at all.

Father Michael was all smiles: "Mr. Callois, it is an honour to meet you."

Ca Luo Si's eyes sharpened and his smile stopped only at the corners of his mouth, "Heh, is it true what you said earlier about the 'Fountain of the Gods' being able to stop my flesh from aging?"

Father Michael said, "That's for sure, it's a gift from God, the Almighty who grants his followers the authority to live forever. The most basic Fountain of God can stop ageing, while further ones can restore one's vitality, and even the top of the range, the Fountain of God, can save mankind from ever having to be trapped in the fear of death again."

He sounded enthusiastic, as if he were a professional salesman.

Car Luo S sniffed but frowned slightly and lit the cigar in his hand.

As he did so, the black-clad bodyguards in the room, who had been standing still, pulled out the guns in their hands, their blackened muzzles pointing in unison at Father Michael's position.

Father Michael's smile faltered, "Mr. Ca ...... Ca Luo S?"

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Kal Luoos took a slow puff on his cigar: "I don't like to be fooled with inferior products, and the Fountain of the Gods clearly has better ones, doesn't it? Mr. Priest."

Michael The priest wiped his forehead, "Yes, yes, yes, it's true, the Fountain of God is a gift from God, and if one is exposed to too much power for the first time, one will not be able to withstand it, especially ......"

He thought about the wording for a moment, "Especially ...... people who have experienced some wear and tear on the bottom of their bodies originally."

Cal Luoce exhaled a smoke ring and just looked at him without saying a word.

The guns around them had no intention of letting up either, and remained coldly pointed at Father Michael.

Father Michael's hands were shaking with a dumbfounded look: "Since Mr. Car Luos has such respect for God, God should also be infected by your sincerity, and He will surely guide me to give you further springs of God in the quickest possible time ...... "

Cal Luoos smiled: "Yes, I am full of admiration for your God and I have always been His most devout follower."

Father Michael nodded his head: "Yes, yes, yes, I've never seen such a devotee as you, it's very touching."

I have not seen such a hard-core believer as you, look at this gun, how religious it is.

Car Luo S waved his hand slightly and the bodyguards around him lowered their guns in unison, as if nothing had happened.

He took a slow puff: "I didn't like this cigar once because it was too strong, but as I get older, I can't taste any other tobacco anymore ...... Aging can be a real torture."

Father Michael hastened to smile, "No, no, no, you are still the best arms dealer in the world."

Kha Luo Si stared at him like a hawk: "The sacrifice was prepared long ago as you said, when does the ritual begin? I can't wait."

"Tomorrow, at twelve o'clock at night." Father Michael whispered quietly in Car Luoos ear, "Just ......"

Car Luo Si smiled, "We'll see."

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Almost in sync with Father Michael's words, Xiao Lan, who was listening to Luo's live broadcast in a booth not far away, was also alerted to the system.

"Investigation of what Michael the priest wanted to do (1/1)"

"The quest [Michael Father's Secret] has been completed, triggering the follow-up quest [Ritual of Giving]."

[Trigger side quest: The Giving Ritual]

[Mission Statement: Witness the Fountain of God Giving Ceremony (0/1)]

【Hint: This task is one of the side quests, completing it will trigger a subsequent task. The side quest is not compulsory and can be abandoned at any time without penalty]

I wonder what that so-called "God" is?

I don't know what Father Michael is trying to do by disguising himself as a human being, but it certainly has nothing to do with spreading the Gospel and saving humanity.

An arms dealer with blood on his hands and a desire for eternal life, a pagan priest disguised as a human being, this Fountain of Eternal Life bestowal ceremony is not destined to be peaceful.

Xiao Lan was mulling over his task when he heard Luo's voice: "Sir, how about this?"

He follows Luo's fingertips and sees a gleaming golden sceptre, currently up to 40 million in bids and the auctioneer counting down the bids.

Look at the flowing colours, look at the finely carved decoration, all revealing -

It is well suited to transforming into a poverty value.

Xiao Lan nodded, "Good."

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Luo smoothly raised the price to $50 million and took the sceptre to the cries of someone downstairs.

Xiao Lan, who watched the whole thing, said he had grown up and was able to keep his mind intact in the face of 50 million dollars of poverty.

This is a small step for poverty, but a big step for Xiao Lan personally.

The auction items are delivered directly to Luo's room after the auction and do not need to be carried by them.

At the moment the two men's objective is complete and they casually watch the auction on stage as they wait for it to end and leave the room.

Suddenly, Luo sat up slightly straighter, his eyes sharpened in a certain direction.

Xiao Lan noticed the change in him, "What's wrong?"

Luo whispered, "I perceive fragments of myself, but they seem very different from those that have appeared before ...... There is something odd about them."

Xiao Lan: "Can you locate him?"

Luo frowned slightly, "That scent only appeared for a moment, I can only sense the general direction, I can find it by memory."

Xiao Lan said, "The bestowal ceremony is tomorrow anyway, so why don't we go there tonight and check it out?"

Luo: "Sir, I can go on my own, don't worry about me."

Xiao Lan insisted: "If you faint, I can carry you out."

Luo, who was reminded of a certain dark history: "......"

He made up his mind that this time he would beat the pieces out of himself so much that he would not recognise them.

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The author has something to say.

That's if Luo doesn't know he's in a coma in flat 404 and turned into a black cat when Xiao Lan rips his neck, ties him up as a little scented pig and leaves him to eat dust and turn into a screaming chicken.

The author, who wishes to remain anonymous, fled the scene at speed on his tricycle, which no longer had wheels.