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morning.

Lilith was awakened by the light.

She groggily opened her eyes and found that the curtains were not fully drawn, and a ray of sunlight squeezed in through the gap, shining directly on her face.

She snorted, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

She felt sore all over, and even her body, that of a low-ranking knight squire, couldn't withstand it.

It felt like being repeatedly crushed by a giant rock.

Someone next to me moved.

She then realized that this was not her room.

Memories of last night flooded back into my mind.

Her face flushed red, and she shrank into the blanket, only revealing some of her long pink hair.

Is this the feeling described in storybooks?! I finally experienced it!!

"woke up?"

Ron's voice came from the side, tinged with amusement.

Lilith mumbled a soft "hmm" from under the covers, refusing to come out.

"Aren't you bored?"

"It's not boring."

Ron reached out and pulled the blanket down a bit. Lilith's face was revealed, flushed and with watery eyes; she didn't dare look at him.

"Does it still hurt?" Ron asked gently, a rare occurrence for him.

He really drove a bit too aggressively last night. And that little green tea bitch was really going wild.

"Mmm~" Her voice was soft and delicate.

Ron took out a bottle of healing potion from his spatial storage.

After watching her drink it, her furrowed brows relaxed a little.

"Huh? What kind of medicine is this? It works so fast!"

"These are my treasured healing potions, very precious!" Ron teased her.

Lilith agreed after hearing this, and then licked the bottle again.

Ron watched her actions and felt a growing restlessness.

Lilith knowingly violated the rules, saying:

"What's wrong, brother?"

"You don't realize you're playing with fire!"

"I don't know! I only know that I have a beautiful figure."

Bring on the hurricane!!!

(: 3」∠

Now Lilith is completely unable to accompany Ron to the auction.

Although his physical injuries have healed, his stamina bar is depleted.

After Ron finished tidying up, he took a porcelain bottle from his spatial storage and handed it to her. The bottle was small, light blue, and contained about half a bottle of liquid.

"A potion to remove the mark of slavery. Take this back to Selena."

Lilith took it, held it in her hand, and looked down at it for a while.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," she said softly.

"I thought you would keep it and bring it out when we beg you."

Ron glanced at her: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Lilith looked up at his face and smiled. She crawled out of the covers, knelt on the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

"No. My brother is a good person."

Then she quickly shrank back into the blankets and wrapped herself up in a ball.

Ron touched the spot where he had been kissed, stood up, straightened his clothes, and went out the door.

The auction venue was even more bustling today than yesterday.

Even the private rooms on the third floor are full today.

Merlin wore a deep red robe today, his hair was neatly combed, and he stood on the stage smiling broadly.

"Distinguished guests, welcome back. Every item in today's auction is a masterpiece. As usual, the highest bidder wins. The first item—"

He lifted the red cloth, revealing a crystal ball the size of a fist. The ball was transparent, with pale blue light flowing inside, as if it were alive.

"Ancient magical artifact, detection crystal."

After being infused with magic, it can detect magical fluctuations within a ten-mile radius. It's proficient in finding mineral veins, tracking magical beasts, and scouting enemy positions. Starting bid: ten thousand gold dragons.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Twelve thousand."

"Fifteen thousand."

The price quickly soared to over 20,000.

Ron also thought the prop was good, but unfortunately he didn't have enough money.

Finally, it was sold to a private room on the third floor for 25,000 yuan. A figure could be vaguely seen behind the curtain, holding up the bidding paddle casually, as if tossing away some spare change.

Then a few more items were brought in.

A set of luxurious robes reserved for nobles, capable of self-cleaning, temperature regulation, and even resisting low-level magical attacks, has a starting bid of five thousand. A bottle of incense, said to allow ordinary people to briefly enter a "meditative state," had a starting bid of three thousand and was sold to a merchant.

In short, all sorts of strange and unusual items appeared, none of which were on the auction list.

Ron looked on with envy.

One of the props was auctioned off by Ron.

It's a slave scroll, starting bid 10,000 gold dragons.

This scroll can enslave the other person at the soul level; once enslaved, they will never betray you again.

Unfortunately, it only works on beings below Tier 1. Once a being reaches Tier 1 or higher, the enslavement will fail if the subconscious mind resists, wasting the scroll.

That's why the starting price is so low.

However, Ron clearly underestimated the appeal of this item; almost everyone in the private rooms on the third floor made an offer.

They didn't care about 10,000 gold dragons; it was worth it to gamble on an absolutely loyal subordinate.

Choose your most talented subordinates to use, or defeated genius knights.

The enslaved have almost no hope of advancing to the third rank, and the dragon will not allow such slaves to pass through the battle of the mind.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to become a level three through the methods of Dragon Knight and Phantom Beast Knight.

Even gaining a fully loyal official knight is a win. If you're lucky, the slave might even advance to a second-level Grand Knight, which would be even better.

Ultimately, the slave scroll still exceeded 20,000 gold dragons, so they had no choice but to give up.

Ron had originally planned to bring 20,000 gold coins to have a good time, but when he arrived, he found that everyone here was rich. Ron's money was only enough to make him a big shot in the frontier.

Fortunately, Ron didn't come away empty-handed.

Next up for auction is a set of armor. It's entirely silver-white, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and it gleams faintly under the lights.

"A full-body armor of magic metal, forged by a dwarven master and infused with mithril. It weighs only half as much as ordinary plate armor, but its defensive power is three times that of ordinary plate armor."

"If a formal knight wears this, their combat power will increase by 30%. Starting bid: 8,000 gold dragons."

Ron sat up straight.

He wants this.

Although he was wearing specially made full-body armor, a high-ranking follower could easily break through his defenses with the help of battle aura. This made Ron feel very insecure.

With this new set, fighting is much more comfortable; I basically don't have to worry about the weaklings below level one.

"Nine thousand."

"Ten thousand."

"Twelve thousand."

......

Ron participated in the bidding for a while, and finally raised his paddle: "Fifteen thousand."

They eventually succeeded in acquiring it.

After buying the armor, Ron was basically no longer involved in the subsequent auctions.

Several more monster cubs appeared later, causing a scramble among the nobles in the arena.

The price once reached 60,000 to 70,000 yuan for a Golden Dragon.

The hype surrounding the auction made the atmosphere even more heated.

The items auctioned off became increasingly valuable, with a constant stream of treasures, including alchemical artifacts and spatial equipment...

Ordinary little sprites are no longer worthy of being mentioned.

They must all be at least potion sprites and agricultural elves.

In the subsequent auction, Ron only bought a few sets of high-level potions.

It's from the Great Elves, and one bottle costs a hundred gold dragons. He bought fifty bottles, spending five thousand. This stuff will last him for a while when he takes it back to his territory.

The gold dragon I brought was almost spent, so now it was time to just watch the excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item is the second to last one for today's auction."

He clapped his hands, the side door opened, and a servant came up carrying a jade box.

The jade box was opened, and inside lay a chubby baby, about the height of an arm, with a pair of transparent wings on its back, curled up as if sleeping.

"Great Elf, a variety of Moonlight Rose. A potion-type potion, covering an area of ​​fifty acres, producing Great Elf-level potions that greatly aid in the training of formal knights."

The murmurs from the audience were louder than at any other event.

"A great elf! It really is a great elf!"

"Moonlight Rose variety, what a gem!"

What's the starting bid?

Merlin raised his hand: "Starting bid, 100,000 gold dragons."

Ron leaned back in his chair, watching the Moonlight Rose Archel being auctioned off, and thought:

"Could this be from the Rurikawa family?!"

"Isn't that mine? How dare you!!"

But Ron still chose to go all out. There were quite a few official knights in the venue, and probably some grand knights as well.

I'm heartbroken to have lost such a great Pokémon today!