The Shire smiled when he saw the card. "My Lord, this is a rare Wind Card. Among the Six Cards of Fate, the Wind Card is the rarest. The Wind Card's spells are flexible and flexible, good at defense and counterattack. It is difficult to master, but it is powerful. "
"Why don't you just tell me how to use it." Brando rolled his eyes.
The Shire chuckled. "The meaning of this card is that when my Lord displays this card, in addition to paying 1 Wind EP from your Elemental Pool, you also need to pay additional Mana from your Mana Pool. Every Mana point can summon a Wind Spirit Spider."
Brando was stunned. He had 2.9 Willpower and 15 Mana points. Doesn't that mean he can summon 15 Rank 5 Wind Spirit Spiders at once?
But Charles wasn't done yet. He continued, "The dead Wind Spirit Spiders will create a mana whirlpool. Each of them will absorb some of the mana in your enemy's mana pool."
Brando sucked in a breath of cold air. How is this summoning spiders? This is clearly a group of living Mana Bombs. If he had a few hundred Mana points in the future, wouldn't he be able to summon an army of Wind Spirit Spiders at once?
And if he was lucky enough to obtain the legendary Orb of Mana Pool, wouldn't he be able to summon a terrifying Mana Burning Army at any time?
He smacked his lips. At first, he thought this card was useless. But now, it seems that not only was it useless, it was also a terrifying killing machine.
But before he could finish his excitement, Batom couldn't help but clap his hands and shout. "Good, the show has finally begun!"
Brando raised his head and saw the glittering Dwarven sword on the stage below. The faint green light on the surface of the sword almost explained its attributes. But the auction house obviously treated this as one of the last few items to be auctioned.
The auctioneer picked up the sword and said. "This is a sword forged by the Dwarves. It is like a work of art, and its value is not low. I don't need to say more. However, on top of this perfection, an outstanding alchemist forged it into an outstanding magical sword — "
"Magic sword," he repeated.
The auction house was silent for a moment.
Those low-light magic items and pseudo-magic items were generally called alchemy items in public. However, only those truly powerful treasured swords could be labeled as magic swords. Since the auctioneer said so, it was obvious that he was holding such a treasured sword.
There wasn't a single adventurer, mercenary, or Knight who wouldn't be tempted by a weapon they could wield. That was why they couldn't help but hold their breath when they heard that.
But as if to prove his words, the auctioneer suddenly swung his sword backward. Sparks flew as the sword hit the anvil behind him. Almost everyone in the auction hall heard a soft sound. After the sword passed, a deep cut appeared on the metal surface. Not only that, the traces of corrosion on the cut left a deep impression on everyone.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Even the private rooms above were silent for a moment.
The auctioneer put down the sword and clapped his hands. "This sword is called the Heart of the Tree. The starting price is 25,000 Tor. Every increment must be at least 5% of the starting price."
"Now, let's begin."
Amandina frowned when she heard the starting price: "Isn't it a little too high?" She was a noble's daughter after all. She did not understand what a good weapon meant to those who risked their lives for it.
"Of course not," Batom shook his head decisively. "If I didn't know that it was the lord's work, I'm afraid that I would also bid for it. Most of the adventurers and peers here have some savings. I don't think that they would miss this opportunity. Unless he doesn't use a sword. "
As if in response to his words, the first bidder raised his sign as soon as he finished speaking.
Then, there were people who raised their signs one after another. There was no need for the auctioneer to stir up the atmosphere, and the bidding for the sword had reached a climax.
The price reached 60,000 Tor at a dazzling speed, and only four or five voices were left in the hall.
Cripple only recognized one of them, and he told Brando that he was the deputy commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry.
Brando thought that it would be best if the commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry participated as well. He would kill the lackey of the Unifying Guild sooner or later anyway, so he could return the sword to him.
When he thought of that, the price had reached 70,000 Tor. At this time, another two people backed out. Only the deputy commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry and two other nobles were left.
The deputy commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry raised the price to 75,000 Tor and forced his opponent to back out. However, his opponent did not seem to want to give up. After a short moment of silence, the auctioneer's assistant read out the price of that person again.
90,000 Tor.
It was as if a layer of ice had formed on the 'spectator seats'. Everyone could not help but turn around to look at the person in the private room. Even Cripple could not help but guess if it was Count Nakin's representative.
"If it's that old man Nakin, then this will become a battle between the White-Mane army and the nobles. My Lord, this is good news. "The cripple blinked his eyes and said with a smile.
But at this time, another voice came from the crowd.
100,000 Tor.
Brando and the rest could not help but turn around. Batom's face changed when he saw that person, and before Cripple could say anything, he said, "Lord Knight, that's Viscount Tirste's man."
"Why is he down there?" Brando asked.
"God knows." The red-bearded mercenary shook his head.
However, Brando did not mind if this weapon fell into the hands of his potential enemy. To Batom and the rest, this was a rare sword, but to him, it was just so-so. In the free port of Ampere Seale, such transactions happened almost every day. It was just that Braggs was too secluded.
The deputy commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry thought for a while and raised the price one last time. In the end, he was defeated by Tirste with a price of 110,000 Tor.
The nobles in the first level accepted the challenge once again, and the price rose to 130,000 Tor.
"He doesn't seem to be Count Nakin's representative." Amandina said.
Brando nodded, and his heart relaxed a little. The price he had in mind was 100,000 to 150,000 Tor. So far, it could be said that he was quite satisfied with the result. Even if he paid the processing fee, he would still get close to 160,000 Tor. At least, it was more than enough to carry out the next step of his plan.
But the heavens seemed to want to give him a surprise today. Just as Tirste was about to withdraw, a new hunter entered the fray.
The new hunter bid 155,000 Tor, and even the auctioneer could not help but put down his hammer and look at the third level of the nobles' box in shock. He could not help but wonder who was in there.
Brando turned around to ask Cripple, but he could not come up with an answer even after thinking for a long time.
The nobles in the first level finally hesitated. After thinking for a long time, they bid 160,000 Tor. But the mysterious person in the third level immediately counterattacked, and the price was raised to 170,000 Tor.
170,000 Tor.
Brando, Amandina, Batom, The Shire, and Cripple looked at each other. Even if it was a magic sword, it should not be worth this price.
No one responded for a long time.
Not only the participants, but even the 'audience' below was deathly silent.
The auctioneer took a deep breath and finally reacted. Shakily, he raised the hammer. After three bangs, the exciting performance finally came to an end under everyone's doubts.
What happened just now?
"170,000 Tor?" Batom patted Cripple's face: "Cripple, have you seen so much money before?"
Even Cripple, who was known for his vast experience, felt that it was unreal. Even though it was not the first time he saw hundreds of thousands of Tor in an auction, the money had nothing to do with him. But this time, the money was more or less related to him.
This little bit of connection was enough to make the profiteer of the Black Pepper Alley speechless. After all, he had been a loan shark for twenty to thirty years, and his savings were only a few tens of thousands of Tor.
Amandina clenched her sleeves tightly as she tried not to show any signs of shock. However, her expression was extremely awkward, and Ciel couldn't help but laugh at it.
When Brando went to see the little Roman, Amandina was very happy. She happily took out a small notebook and said: "Brando, we have capital now."
Brando smiled faintly.
On the other side, the auctioneer seemed to want the auction to end in an exciting fight. Brando's Heart of the Tree was taken away, and the new item on the stage made everyone hold their breaths.
"Fire Seed!"
"Heavens, it's a Fire Seed!"
"Someone is auctioning a Fire Seed!" Exclamations rang out in the small auction hall.
Brando turned around and said to The Shire: "This is the highlight of this auction. It's a pity, or else our Heart of the Tree could have been the highlight."
The Shire nodded.
But Brando's words did not mean that it was a pity. He continued: "Every single one of Erouine's Fire Seeds were produced by the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The Javier Sect is selling them so openly, it seems like they are trying to raise money. But everyone knows that the Javier Sect is siding with the Royal Family. I don't know what the Royal Family is doing this time that they need to use such a method to raise money — "
The Shire thought for a moment and replied: "Maybe it has something to do with the war?"
Brando thought for a moment, but there was no record of it in his memory. He nodded noncommittally, then raised his head and felt that the atmosphere around him had changed.
A sense of tension had spread all around him, and he could not help but think that someone had already received the news and was prepared.
"Are we going to participate?" Amandina asked from behind.
Brando thought for a moment and decided not to participate in this game of big fish eating small fish. At least based on the current situation, the two hundred thousand Tor that he had just received would not be able to gain any advantage in this competition.
He shook his head and was about to say something, but the light around him suddenly dimmed again.
"What are these people doing now?" Batom could not help but curse.
But Brando and Roen had already seen the change in the auctioneer's expression.
There's a problem!
The young man and the black-hearted merchant reached for the nearest weapon at the same time.
Then, without any warning, the torches on the walls suddenly extinguished, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.
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