Chapter 292 [Farce]
The young master Dupont of the Senna family suddenly shouted out, which immediately shocked everyone! All the nobles who came from the wealthy circles of the imperial capital and were loyal to the royal family looked at this young master of the Senna family in disbelief.
The look in his eyes, and some even almost cursed him angrily.
In the box in the distance, the Demonic Beast of Mount Delan and Count Villa both had expressions as dark as water.
This young master is clearly arguing with Du Wei when he is bidding!
Amid everyone's surprised and complicated eyes, Her Royal Highness the Saint Princess slowly walked upstairs, but in full view of everyone, she came to the Senna family's box. Regardless of everyone's eyes, she sat side by side with the young master.
together.
Seeing the saint's posture, as if she was very close to the young master Dupont, even Du Wei couldn't help but be a little surprised...
The saint whispered something in Dupont's ear. Dupont immediately nodded repeatedly and said loudly in a dissatisfied tone: "Hey, I have already called out the price. If no one responds, it will be considered as my purchase. Yes.
Bar?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged steward of the family behind him, who had been in shock, suddenly woke up and suddenly changed his expression. He looked at his young master in surprise and shouted in a low voice: "Master! Ten million
No! You! You can’t do this!!”
Dupont turned his head and glanced at the steward, and said angrily: "What are you talking about! I want you to take care of something when I buy it!"
The steward looked panicked and said quickly in a low voice: "Master! This thing...can't be bought casually...you...oh, you...what you do will bring great disaster to the family! Go back.
After that, the Marquis will definitely be furious..."
"Nonsense!" Dupont scolded: "Buying this thing is a good deed! How could my father scold me?"
The steward was speechless. He was a sensible person. How could he touch such a thing if he knew it? He, an ignorant young master, didn’t know why he suddenly made such a move. He was clearly going against the royal family! This kind of thing
, it must be a disaster for the family!
He was anxious in his heart, but because there was a saint beside him, he couldn't say anything clearly. He just said anxiously: "But Lord Marquis... Lord Marquis..."
"My father has been ill for many days, and the following matters have already been discussed. Let me make my own decision! Do I need you to interfere with whatever I buy? Damn it!"
Dupont was robbed by his subordinates in front of the saint. He suddenly felt that he had lost face. He was furious and shouted loudly: "Ten million gold coins! I have bought this thing! Hey, people below, you
Why haven’t you announced it yet!!”
At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were turned to this box. There was only a railing in front of this semi-open box. What happened inside could be clearly seen by the people below. What's more, they spoke loudly.
Everyone in the audience heard it clearly.
This steward is obviously a sensible person. How can he not be surprised when he sees his young master doing such a thing? Of course he knows the weight of this lot and its meaning. The young master did such a thing today.
, it will undoubtedly bring disaster to the family! But although this young master is usually a bit arrogant, he has never done such a bastard thing.
He was a person who was loyal to his family. Seeing this scene, he wanted to stop it at all costs. After making up his mind, he didn't care about offending the young master, and quickly rushed to the railing to fight against the man on the platform below.
Ke loudly said: "Mr. Zach, the quotation just now does not count! The Senna family will not pay for this thing."
"You bastard!" Master Dupont suddenly became furious. As the young master of the family, he was refuted by a steward in front of everyone. How could he not be ashamed and angry? He pointed at the steward and cursed: "Dirk! You are too presumptuous.
Damn it! You are a little steward, why should you..."
"Young Master!" The steward looked pale, but shook his head firmly: "You are absolutely wrong about this matter. I will never allow you to bring this kind of disaster to the family! The Marquis asked me to follow you because he ordered me to do everything.
Tip, I see you are about to get into trouble. How can I ignore it?"
"You..." Dupont was angry. He was originally a idiot, but in his rage, he was speechless. After all, his father did mean to restrain himself when he asked the steward to follow him.
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle coming from the side. Her Royal Highness the Saint, whose face was covered with a veil, suddenly smiled charmingly and said in a clear and leisurely voice: "Well, Dupont, it seems that the rules of your Senna family are indeed different from others.
, a servant in charge dares to interfere in the master's affairs."
These words added fuel to the fire. Dupont's face immediately turned red, and he cursed in anger: "Dirk! You are just a servant in my family! You are just a dog raised by our Senna family! Today
I turned against you!"
After saying that, regardless of his identity, he went up, raised his leg, and kicked the steward. The steward Dirk stepped aside, with an anxious look on his face, and stared at the saint angrily, and could only hold back his anger.
He said to Master Dupont: "Master, no matter what you say, I will definitely stop this matter today. You...ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, he let out a cry of pain. It turned out that Young Master Dupont couldn't hit him with his kick, so he grabbed a teacup from the table and smashed it over his face. The two were not far away, and Dirk was hit immediately.
The glass teacup shattered on his forehead, and he was immediately wounded and bleeding.
Dupont made such an act of great disgrace in his rage. The noble nobles below all frowned and looked at the young master with anger and contempt in their eyes.
The steward, Dirk, covered his forehead with blood flowing from the gaps between his fingers, but took a step back and shouted loudly: "Master, you must do whatever you want, I have no choice but to go back and invite the Marquis!"
After saying that, he shouted loudly to the audience below: "Mr. Zach, our young master's auction is invalid. He is not the patriarch of the family, and he can't get out 10 million gold coins! He did this on his own outside of his authority.
, it doesn’t count! I’ll go back and invite the Marquis!”
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave the box. Dupont was furious. With a ferocious face, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the steward in the back.
He actually showed the dagger, and the people who were watching carefully below immediately shouted out, and Du Wei next to him also frowned tightly.
The first rule in this auction house is that no matter who comes here to participate in the auction, they are absolutely not allowed to bring any weapons. Everyone knows this rule. However, you have always been wary of gentlemen and not villains. After all, you are here.
Everyone here has a noble status, how can the guards search them one by one?
Seeing Master Dupont stabbing him with a dagger, the steward Dirk was also agile. When he heard the exclamation below, he knew something was wrong and quickly dodged the stabbing. However, the dagger was sharp and cut his shoulder.
, blood flowed suddenly.
Dupont's face was full of murderous intent, and the dagger in his hand was stained with blood. Seeing that the stab missed, he went up and kicked the steward down, waved his hand and stabbed again, cursing: "You dog! I made you disobey me!"
Seeing that this was about to end the steward's life. Du Wei next to him snorted coldly, raised his hand across the box, and with a whoosh, a fireball immediately appeared from his fingertips, hitting Master Dupont's wrist.
.The boy was burned by the fireball and felt pain immediately. His hand loosened and the dagger fell to the ground. However, he covered his wrist and screamed.
Du Wei's fireball was so powerful that after it hit his wrist, sparks splashed on his clothes and immediately burned several places. Young Master Du Pont was in pain and scared, and he screamed repeatedly.
On the other hand, the steward Dirk on the ground was really a loyal man. Although he was cut by the young master, he quickly got up. Regardless of the pain of his wound, he threw himself on the young master. He slapped him repeatedly and put out the flames.
.
In the distance, Count Villa and Delanshan watched this farce, and they looked at each other in confusion. Both of them knew that the Marquis, the patriarch of the Senna family, had always been a dignified man, and although he was not a die-hard loyalist to the royal family, he wanted to come.
I will not stir up such troubled waters. I have always been wise and protective of myself when encountering problems, and I will never get into trouble like this.
For this young master to do such a thing, it must not have been his father's instruction! I'm afraid...
Seeing the way the saintly princess was making out with him, both of them were convinced: Could it be a honey trap?
At this moment, several attendants from the auction house finally rushed up, opened the door of the box, rushed in, and pulled the two of them apart.
Once the fire in Mr. Dupont's body was extinguished, he punched the steward Dirk in anger. He did not feel guilty for stabbing this loyal servant, nor was he grateful that the other man helped him put out the fire on his body. Instead, he felt more and more angry.
Angry and thinking that the servant's disobedience was the reason for his ugliness, he punched Dirk on the nose, causing his nose to bleed immediately. Poor the loyal steward Dirk, his injuries were getting worse.
, backed away with an ouch, but looked straight at the young master, his eyes full of disappointment and coldness.
Dupont vigorously shook off the attendants holding his own auction house on both sides, turned to Zach on the table below and shouted loudly: "Why are you still standing there! If no one bids for this thing, it belongs to me!"
"
Zach stood on the stage, watching the farce, but he relaxed. He glanced at his Lord Duke from a distance, and saw that Du Wei also seemed to have an indifferent expression. He knew in his heart that the master had an idea, and he also
He stopped talking.
Du Wei sneered in his heart and stood up slowly. He stood in front of the railing of the box. Through the railing, he smiled warmly at Master Du Pont in the box next to him and said, "Hello, Master Du Pont. I would like to ask you, what is this?"
Are you determined to get this thing?"
Du Pont looked at Du Wei, not hiding the hostility in his eyes, and snorted heavily: "Your Majesty, of course I will settle this matter."
As he said that, he lowered his head and glanced at the saint beside him,
Although some attendants from the auction venue rushed into the box to quell the farce and separated the young master and his steward, after all, the identity of the saint is different. She is a saint of the temple and a princess, so everyone does not
Dare to touch her, just stand next to her.
Du Wei looked carefully. This young master Du Pont originally had a ferocious look on his face, but when he looked at the saint, his eyes immediately became gentle and hot, with no concealment of his admiration.
Du Wei narrowed his eyes, but turned his eyes to the Saint. The Saint also looked at Du Wei. When they made eye contact, they both smiled coldly.
"Very good." Du Wei nodded. Then he sighed and pointed at the young master: "Mistakes are not terrible, but ignorance is terrible. I pity you."
Then he turned to face the people below and said loudly: "Dear distinguished guests, as the owner of this place, I announce that in view of the special situation that just happened, the auction is suspended."
Dupont suddenly jumped up and said angrily: "Why do you do this!"
To be continued...