"Gentlemen, ladies, the goods we are going to auction today have not appeared in the Shamboland Auction House in almost ten years."

After saying that, the host excitedly opened the long box, and there was a cold samurai sword inside.

"That's, the 21st Dafadao Worker, Haymura."

The host then took Hamura out of the box and pulled his sword out of his body.

Seeing the sharp edge and the purple pattern on the spine, and the feeling of the knife leaving the body, Weir was sure that it was definitely a big fast knife.

"Everyone knows the value of this knife. Of course, in the knife book, the price of this knife is marked above 12 million Baileys.

However, everyone should be clear that if this knife is in the hands of a swordsman with extraordinary swordsman, its role will be more powerful than that of the devil fruit.

In other words, we decided to position the auction price of this knife at 200 million Baileys."

After the host finished speaking, the audience started to cheer.

Among the crowd, there were a few of them the most excited. Some of them dressed up as pirates, while others looked like bounty hunters.

"Gentlemen, ladies, the top lot tonight, the Big Quick Knife Twenty-One, starts the auction!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, a clamor came from the audience.

"Twofifty million Baileys."

"Two seventy million Baileys."

"Three hundred million."

Although there were constant calls from the audience, the price growth was not very large. Moreover, most of these bidders were swordsmen, with only a few nobles, and it seemed that they were planning to collect them.

"Four hundred million."

Weir raised his hand and calmly added 100 million.

After Weir bid, the original enthusiasm on the field seemed to be blown away by a plate of cold water.

Although there was still a swordsman in the audience who looked unwilling, he still did not continue to bid. It was not because he didn't have enough money, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to leave the auction house alive.

In the corner of the auction house, the old man with a smile on his face was sitting, looking at Weir with interest.

The old man had white hair, a comb-like beard on his chin, and a transparent silver mirror on his nose.

"Is this the strongest newcomer of this generation? This kind of momentum is good."

After saying that, the old man took out a metal wine pot in his arms and just wanted to take a sip, but then he realized that the wine pot was empty, and the most depressing thing was that he had lost all his body in the casino yesterday.

So he turned his eyes to Vir because he knew that the other party had just photographed a lot of good wine.

Others may be afraid of Vir, but to him, Vir is only his junior.

At this time, the host on the stage was also feeling bitter. Logically speaking, no one in the audience continued to increase the price, so he should have hit the hammer, but he was really unwilling to accept it.

This is the 21st skill of the Great Fast Sword. The Great Fast Sword in the world is much rarer than the devil fruits, and it is difficult to obtain. Without super high luck and strong strength, you can't afford to obtain a famous sword of this level.

Famous knives all require the use of very precious metal and the forging masters to forge them.

Even if a certain swordsman was lucky enough to get it, if he did not have the corresponding strength, he would only attract other more powerful swordsmen and finally take away the famous sword from the unlucky ghost.

The rumors about the famous sword Guiche were caused by this.

Seeing the host's hesitant look, Weir began to smile, slowly stood up, and his hand was lightly placed on the "Yi Blood".

After waiting for so long, I finally had a reason. Well, it seems that the auction is not going to sell his things.

As soon as Ville stood up, he heard the host's almost wailing sound.

"400 million Bailey, the deal is completed, so congratulations to Mr. Weir, for obtaining this sword, today's auction ends here."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the auction began to close.

All the guests were confused. What was going on?

Weir was speechless. He was just about to take action if he had reacted so quickly.

Since the auction has concluded, all the guests can only start to end, and the buyers who were auctioned were led to the backcourt of the auction house by the backstage staff, including Weir, who was able to buy two of the most valuable items today.

After coming to the backstage of the auction house, Weir found that there were already many people waiting for him in the backstage, and the host was standing in front.

"Hello, Mr. Weir, my name is Marco. Please come here. Here are two items you have taken. We will sell these two items to you at a 60% discount on the final transaction price."

Weir was a little confused, 30% off? Such a low price is almost equivalent to the low price.

"Oh? 60% off? Why?"

The fat Marco walked to Vir intimately with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Weir, the biggest shareholder in our auction house is Lord Joker. You are an alliance with Lord Joker, so of course you have to give you a discount."

After hearing this, Weir was speechless. It turned out that this place was Dover's property, which made it even harder to start.

In the end, Weir could only hold his nose and pay and pick up the goods.

Although Vier is not afraid of Dover, the two are all alliances after all, and Vier has always made a promise. He must do what he promised, even if he sacrifices his life for it.

Although Weir is a combat madman and a great swordsman who kills, sometimes there will be intermittent neuroticism in fierce battles, Weir attaches great importance to promises.

Part of the reason he went to Marinfendo this time was because he had agreed to someone's promise. Although that matter would be extremely dangerous, Weir still agreed to go to the battlefield without hesitation.

Moreover, this time, Dover needed the help of him. This kid once worked on the battlefield but did not work hard, but in Vir's plan, Dover was the main combat power.

After walking out of the auction house, Weir felt a little strange, as if someone was following him.

There is no abnormality in the perception of seeing and hearing, but the intuition generated by years of fighting tells him that there will definitely be someone following him.

So Weir began to deliberately go to the sparsely populated area, because it would be easier to sense whether someone was following him.

Finally, after Weir walked to a large open space, the feeling of being followed became more obvious. Weir pulled out his "mind blood" and looked in the direction of the stalker he felt.

"Oh, Mr. Weir's feeling is really keen. He is worthy of being the great swordsman who cut off the flying dragon."

The old man at the auction just now slowly walked out of a somewhat dilapidated and mossy house and slowly approached Vill.

After seeing the visitor, Weir was quite surprised.

Isn't this Rayley? How could he follow him?

"Haha, I don't know what the purpose of a legendary figure like you follow me, Mr. Rayley."

"Well, don't be so hostile. I didn't follow Mr. Ville. I just came here with the fragrance of wine.
Chapter completed!