The first thousand two hundred and sixty-seven chapters are endless
The origin of the Holy Blood Rose is no longer known, but its history has become a story passed down by word of mouth, Princess Dalia, Queen Nina, the Battle of Baise City, the Defense of Teshtar Temple, and the Seven-Day Talks
Battles, Dango's dragon-slaying skills... well-known historical stories have created the legend of the Holy Blood Rose itself.
"Measuring the value of this magical staff by money is blaspheming it. Mr. Putist, you shouldn't do this." The semi-forbidden old man always looked very stern and rarely spoke. But
It spoke at this time: "The holy staff should be treated with due respect and should not be auctioned."
Putist was stunned for a moment and did not answer in a hurry.
A reckless mercenary in the back row of the venue shouted: "What if we don't auction it? Should I give it to you? Or let everyone compete and decide who wins or loses, and the winner will take it?"
Solatum, the semi-forbidden sect, closed his eyes and said solemnly: "No matter what, it should not be auctioned. If Mr. Putist really wants to do this, Solatum will have no choice but to take offense!" He said in a single voice.
Holding the long staff in his hand, the power in his hand sank, powerful magic pressure blew on everyone's faces, and the rules of air flow changed.
"Hey, good fellow, does the old preacher want to take action here?" The guests were very unhappy with his tyrannical attitude. Those who dared to speak had some unique skills. If he really started to take action, it would be a big battle.
Bahu, the murderous tiger who was guarding the left and right sides of the venue, opened his eyes, which were closed to meditate. The dead snake Heimanla moved the magic in his hand and held the sickle staff in his hand.
At this time, Boqin also spoke: "I also think it is not good to decide the ownership of the holy staff by auction. Although the Teshtar Temple is no longer there, it was once a sacred object enshrined in the temple. Now it is semi-banned.
The Cathedral was rebuilt on the site of the Teshtar Temple, right?"
Putist suddenly understood.
Solatum glanced at Boqin and nodded slightly: "The vice-president's memory is really good. He can still remember the address of my teaching academy."
Semi-forbidden religion is not a long-standing religion, and its founding history does not seem to have much connection with the Teshtar Temple. However, its religious site was indeed rebuilt on the ruins of the Teshtar Temple, perhaps because it is a religious building.
Soratum was particularly interested in this sacred object that had been enshrined in the temple.
The venue became noisy, and someone asked: "According to what you two said, are we really going to use force to resolve its ownership?"
Boqin did not deny it: "The noble sacred weapon should belong to the person who is most suitable for it. In this world, the weak and the strong prey on each other, and the strong are qualified to have everything!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately became unhappy: "If this is the case, there is no need for us to participate in this auction! Who among the people present has the power and magic to compare with you, the vice-president of the Magic Guild?"
Seal of the Divine Fist Lermontov Mr. Putist, as the owner of the manor, do you agree to use this method to determine the ownership of the sacred artifact? Then what is the purpose of this auction? "
Another person said: "Ms. Boqin, you said that the strong tell everything. You may not be the strongest among those present, right? Even if one person cannot defeat you, what if everyone joins forces? Are you sure that you are the one who is strong?"
"Yes, yes, do you think you are the strongest? Maybe there is a stronger master hiding among us who can defeat you. Don't forget that the person who killed Bodokasiji was among us.
"
Others were booing one after another. Many people present were ashamed of Boqin's past, and their respect for the vice president of the Magic Union was far less than that of the Sage of the Holy Garden.
Seeing that the president's anger was getting stronger and the auction was about to get out of control, Putist had no choice but to speak: "There are two different opinions now. I think both sides are reasonable. In fact, I agree with the method of competition to determine the holy blood.
The ownership of the rose, but many people will disagree with this, which is obviously unfair. It is my honor to be here today to add luster to Putiste Manor, and I don’t want to let everyone down, so everyone here,
Is there a better way to fairly distribute this Blood Rose Staff?"
"this……"
Everyone talked a lot, some said drawing lots, some said it was an auction, some said a test question for everyone to guess, some said who is good-looking should get it, and some even suggested playing a magic card game and whoever wins gets it. Like this
The idea made everyone laugh, but it was impossible to satisfy everyone, and things became stagnant.
Jinx complained: "That old man is really a good auctioneer, but he has to make a mess with a few words. The things are not his, but he wants to talk too much. If I were the owner of the manor, I would have to have him kicked out.
.”
"That's right, how things are auctioned has to be decided by the owner. How can he disagree?"
The people present could not come up with a better solution. After much deliberation, it seemed that only the auction method was more reliable. At this time, a small, empty voice rang in the venue: "Why is the owner of the manor?
Why not use the 'Mirror of Eclipse' to determine the ownership of the holy staff?"
The voice appeared next to everyone, as if someone was behind their ears, talking peacefully at a distance of less than two meters. The voice was male, not young, and seemed to be over 50 years old. After careful inspection, it seemed that the speaker was
He is young and not so old.
Seal of the Divine Fist Lermontov's neck moved. He did not turn his head to look for the source of the sound, but just said silently: "Master!"
No one could find where the speaker was, but everyone was sure that he must be in the venue, right above the thirty rows of seats.
Putiste was even more shocked and looked at the crowd in amazement. The 'Mirror of Eclipse', if this person had not mentioned it, he would not have thought that this artifact was what made Putiste what he is today.
How did this man know the key to the manor? He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked loudly: "Which gentleman is speaking again?"
No one answered.
Putist added: "Sir, remind me that using the 'Mirror of Eclipse' is indeed a good idea. But the 'Mirror of Eclipse' has always been known only to the owner of the manor. Could it be that sir, he had dealings with the manor before? From my father
Where did you learn this secret?”
The mysterious man present spoke again: "The 'Mirror of Eclipse' is not a secret. Kmiel Sen Darrenpe spent the last time researching and verifying the existence of 'Imaginary Number Space'. 'Mirror of Eclipse'
' is his last legacy, and it is also the core of the construction of the new Pudiste Manor. This matter was not known to everyone at the time, but it was not a secret. "
This time, the mysterious man spoke for a long time, and the words were still ringing in his ears, but no one could find where the speaker was. Everyone present changed their minds, and those who thought they were masters even broke into cold sweats.
Putist looked at the seat blankly, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his temples. He supported his huge scepter and said to the seat: "This happened hundreds of years ago. The 'Mirror of Eclipse' has always been
Protecting this island, the manor only re-drives it every few decades. Even if these things are not secrets, it is difficult for outsiders to know whether Mr. Sir has had any contact with the manor. Why don't you show up and talk, and let us
Let’s take a look at Mr.’s heroic demeanor.”
The mysterious man stopped talking. Putiste shouted several times, but the man said no more.