The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 667: Coaster's Grip

Since this is a 'face to face' auction, no one will do that unseemly thing.

For example, holding on to an item and raising the price as high as possible.

Although this new way of "selling" made Rose a little unable to control her hands, she bought a grape-shaped amethyst pendant right after the auction started - she spent thirty-five pounds.

It is said that soaking in red wine can bring good luck.

Of course, she knew it was fake. Even if you added a zero to the end of the real rare item, you probably couldn’t buy it.

"Don't you think it's funny?"

The auctioneer was a butler who looked almost as thin as a mummy, but he was quite humorous and his occasional words made the whole audience laugh.

"So, everyone. Our third item..."

The third item to be auctioned was a share certificate of a winery.

The fourth item is a colorful gemstone cane used by the previous king.

Unfortunately, Roland did not see the ritual object he needed during the entire auction.

Rose did find something interesting.

"'Coaster's Grip of Silence', starting price, one thousand gold pounds."

It was a pendant in the shape of a palm.

Black and skinny.

Like a dried animal claw.

"...To be honest, I hope that one day my hand can be sold for this price...Of course, 1,100 pounds! Baron Marvin, I have to make sure first, do you like it or mine?"

Laughter.

"Yes, great, one thousand two hundred pounds! A rare item that can trap an enemy is rare. If you, or your ritualist, are willing to pay a higher price for it... one thousand three hundred pounds! The lady from table sixteen!"

"I didn't see such a beautiful girl, forgive me, miss..."

"Fourteen hundred pounds! Lord Marvin!"

Roland stared at the pendant on the stage.

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[Name]: Koster's Silent Grip
[Type]: Wonder (Ritualist)
[Description]: A terrifying evil spirit lives there.

A strange thing that is stable and silent.

All you need every day is a Book of Eden soaked in holy water.

Awakening the vengeful spirit inside can bind targets within a thirty-foot range.

Strong effect on low-level ritualists.

Weakly effective against high-level ritualists.

The effect decreases with each door the target passes through.

Note: It is not called 'Coaster'.

NOTE: It will hold your hand, and also your enemies.

Note: It requires your hands.

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Compared to many strange objects, "Coaster's Grip" is no longer considered "dangerous" - at least it won't be fatal.

Roland stared at the claw wrapped in damp Buddhist scripture paper on the auction table.

"…Twenty-three hundred pounds! Astonishing price!"

"Two thousand four hundred pounds!"

"Lord Marvin... of course, a gentlemanly move!"

A fat knight not far away turned around with difficulty, raised his red wine glass and saluted Rose from a distance. He gave up, and the treasure naturally fell into Rose's hands - other contenders had withdrawn when the bid reached 2,000 pounds.

Not everyone can squander their hard-earned gold pounds like a natural faucet that flows at the touch of a button.

Especially bidding against such an 'obviously rich' lady.

Not a wise move.

In the subsequent auctions, Roland didn't see anything more interesting. In addition to an old violin that was sold at a high price, a rare object that could bring peace of mind was sold for 4,600 pounds - the reason for this price was that it would not cost anything to hold it.

During this period, Miss Rose was particularly interested in another auction item, but under Roland's "persuasion", she still restrained her eager hand.

An inflatable omen inlaid with rare pink diamonds and woven with gold and silver threads.

It is said that this new confidence amplifier fits the skin better than the rigid and stiff ones on the market, and is in line with the "lines" possessed by real wealthy ladies, almost reaching the level of "indistinguishable from the real thing" - of course, Rose's explanation is:

She was only interested in the pink diamond on it.

Roland believed her.

Just as he believed, every night when he was not at home, his uncle and Yam slept obediently in their respective beds and only met in the early morning.

"...Wake up, Milkmaid. Raise your left hand to this thing in public... I'm afraid Mr. Shelley will ground you for six months."

"Then you hold it for me, Roland."

"Do you think everyone is a fool?"

In the end, Rose was unable to participate in the bidding for this "precious pink diamond" - although her eyes, a mixture of desire and unwillingness, were like a hungry baby who found that another bearded baby had sucked away his daily dinner in front of him.

Roland pretended not to see it.

——Interestingly, this ‘pink diamond’ was indeed sold at a high price.

Three hundred pounds.

Photographed by Ms. Burns.

Who else could it be?
Apart from a few old gentlemen who raised their hands for their lovers with good-natured teasing, the only woman who could take the photo without batting an eyelid was Burns, whose reputation couldn't be any worse.

After the auction, the girl was unhappy because she lost the great opportunity.

They can stay here and continue drinking, or go to another equally spacious hall on the right to see the items that were not auctioned.

It was at this moment that Burns finally turned around and walked straight towards Rose.

She stopped them at the door.

"Miss Shelley."

She was wearing a gauze and looked a little tired.

"Good day, Ms. Burns."

Rose thought about it and followed the others in calling her 'Burns' instead of 'Field'.

"I have to apologize to you, little Shelley. I actually saw you a long time ago." The woman gathered her drooping hair and smiled at Roland. "I'm afraid you don't like being surrounded by noise and talking to those gentlemen one by one about the weather and traffic in London..."

There was a glimmer of inappropriate cunning in the corners of her persistent, drooping eyes.

"…When I found out that you did the same thing, I knew I was right. Right?"

Rose pursed her lips and responded softly: "I haven't had a chance to thank you yet, ma'am. The one you gave me..."

"Shelley... Lillian, can I call you that?" Burns nodded to the gentlemen passing by from time to time, smiling constantly: "... Lillian, there is no need to say thank you anymore. You and your friends helped me and expelled someone who might make my reputation worse... Actually, it can't be any worse, right?"

As she spoke, she knelt down and saluted Roland.

"Roland Collins, the Golden Rose of the Inquisition, the most outstanding executive officer of this generation. I think we should have known each other a long time ago..."

She looked at the man leaning toward her, her eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, and teased, "Maybe I shouldn't stop you here?"

Rose was a little embarrassed.

"…We're going to the wing, Ms. Burns. If it's convenient, would you like to come over there and have a drink with me and chat?"

Burns pinched the folding fan in his hand and chuckled: "If you need a guide who is familiar with the auction."

(End of this chapter)