Alien world

Chapter 1695, Chapter 328: Annan Cried.

Many people were eager to try it, but one woman asked them a question: "How can you prove that the item was really used by Jack?"

“Yes, at least the socks could prove that Xiao Anan wore them, but how can you prove the blanket?” another veiled woman exclaimed softly.

The auctioneer remained calm and said, "I understand your concerns, but the auctioneer has provided proof."

Annan was astonished and even wanted to applaud.

What thoughtful preparation! It's a bit of a waste of your talent to come here and sell your secondhand items...

What do they need to buy their own blankets for? It's hard to guess...

Another person walked onto the stage. Annan looked around but couldn't see the person on stage, so he had to give up.

“I have photographs that prove that His Excellency Annan personally covered this blanket.”

Once the photos were circulated, the auction house, which had just been filled with skepticism, suddenly became bustling with activity, and the prices of secondhand blankets, which had been sluggish, quickly soared.

"8 gold coins!"

"I'll bet 10 gold Nair!"

"13 gold coins, I'm going to get them!"

"I'll offer 15, and no one can take my Annam away!"

"20 gold coins? I'm done for!"

Even a blanket that can provide a "wrapping" feeling is selling for 20 gold nars, which is too outrageous, and many people are backing out.

"Including the photo, 25 gold coins." At this moment, a slightly hoarse, yet somewhat familiar female voice rang out softly.

Annan searched his mind for familiar faces but couldn't find the corresponding woman.

"Sorry, the photos are not for sale."

"30 gold nars." The female voice selected to add money.

The photo was then passed to Ingrid, who handed it to Annan without even looking at it.

This small gadget, an improvement on the magic stone, can capture the scene before you and then imprint it onto paper similar to newspaper, making it more lifelike than an oil painting. Moreover, it's easy to use; you can activate it with just a light press.

The so-called "photographic stones" were rapidly becoming popular in Middle-earth. Merchants, sensing the trend, quickly began to imitate them. However, Liberty City's reputation had already been established, and unless one had to break the bank, the wealthy preferred to buy the most expensive and best luxury items, as they were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The composition of this photo is very simple. There is a window in the background, and the main subject is a sofa and a boy curled up on the sofa, lying on his side. He is covered with a blanket. The sleeping boy is like a quiet little lamb, which makes people feel tender and want to hug him.

Hmm... it's a photo of him taking a nap in the lounge.

Annan gripped the corner of the photo tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "I always thought that the claim that Liberty City was as leaky as a sieve was just a metaphor, a joke, but it turns out you're serious?"

To be able to get so close and take photos without being discovered by Lilith, it can only be someone on their side! Could it be...?

Ingrid remained silent, her eyes fixed on Annan.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Ingrid pointed to the auction table: "Look who that person is."

Annan stood up slightly, his gaze sweeping over the rows of heads. Oh, it was his staff member, Peterson…

Annan, sitting back down, uttered a vulgar curse.

"Hey, buddy... it's time to give it to me," the customer next to me urged.

"Ahem, you're a man, you want to watch this too?" Annan deliberately raised his voice.

"What's wrong with men? Don't men have aesthetic sense?!"

Speechless, Annan had no choice but to hand over the photos he had secretly taken, and then listen to the criticisms directed at him.

"Tsk tsk, let alone those women, I can't stand it even if I see them..." First of all, excluding the citizens of Free City, those who love their own people would never have such blasphemous thoughts!

"Three...two...one! Let's congratulate this lady on winning the bid for Annan's secondhand blanket and precious sleeping photo for 50 gold nars!"

Many women complained with regret that they hadn't brought enough money.

"Even if you bring enough money, you can't out-rob me." The woman who bought a blanket and a photograph for 50 gold nars parted her red lips slightly, exuding the air of a victor.

Annan frowned in thought. Who could it be...?

But 50 gold nars is really a huge profit... Looking at it this way, the succubus Elena got a great deal, only 100 gold nars to get close to her.

They'll raise the price when they get back!

Even secretly taken photos are being sold; Annan has come to accept this with equanimity.

Although I was a little reluctant, I thought about it again and realized that this "industrial chain" alone could provide Liberty City with double-digit tax revenue every year, which was equivalent to many popular shops, so I decided to let them be.

The mole around you can only steal small items at most. They still respect you, so they can't steal anything too outrageous, right?
"Next... wow, this is incredible, I really don't know how they got it..."

The auctioneer launched into a scathing critique, whetting everyone's appetite, before pulling out a small vial of potion. "For sale: Annan Reeves' essence!"

"That night, the city lord lost something precious..."

What are they going to do with their own serums...? I can't guess anymore!

"I can't take it anymore!" Annan made a move to stand up, but Ingrid pulled him back.

"Didn't you see what they're selling?!"

"That night," and he even "lost" something, how come I didn't know about this?
Ingrid remained composed: "Your appearance will only escalate things. The newspapers will then run headlines like 'Annan personally visits the black market to auction off his essence.'"

Evelyn wouldn't do that, but those tabloids who will stop at nothing to boost sales don't care about this or that... they make up all sorts of wild and outlandish stories.

"So we just let them do this?!" Annan's dark eyes were almost as bloodshot as the ratman's.

"Is it true?"

"Of course it's fake!"

"Then what are you still worried about?"

“I…” Ingrid’s theory made Annan pause. “I cannot stand by and watch those ladies be deceived.”

"They know that too."

Auction houses do not guarantee authenticity, so there may be fake items that need to be identified.

Obviously, nobody believed that thing was "the essence of Annan Reeves," and unsurprisingly, it failed to sell at auction.

How can you be so calm?

Looking at Ingrid's calm face, Annan couldn't help but ask, wondering if she had ever filmed anything even more outrageous than this...

"It's nothing."

"Translate this, what do you mean by 'this is nothing'?"

Ingrid paused for a moment, then, after processing the information in her mind, said, "There's a rumor circulating in the black market that if you obtain seven items that Annan Reeves used, you can have his virginity."

Annan was so angry that he laughed, even laughing until tears streamed down his face. For the first time, he had the realization that "something is wrong with the people in this world."

"No, I'm here to take care of important business."

With great difficulty, Annan remembered the important matter and recalled the Benitez family's ordeal, which made him serious again.

"You brought me here just to watch them auction off outrageous things?"

(End of this chapter)