Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

The YAMAL has a total of eleven cabins, five of which are below the deck and six above the deck. The higher the cabins are, the more expensive they are.

However, the uppermost tiers were not for sale, and the cruise company explained that those tiers were filled with communications equipment.

But it turned out that it wasn't that they didn't sell, but that the money given was not enough, or that money alone was not enough.

Under the personal leadership of the man in the suit, several people walked through the dim corridor and went up the wide marble staircase.

Soon they reached the entrance of the ninth floor, a door large enough for five people to enter abreast, and the girls lined up in two rows along the corridor.

After seeing Jiang Shouyun and Chu Zihang, two of the Chinese girls came up to them, but when they saw the man in a suit beside him, they paused in surprise.

"Good evening, two beautiful ladies." The man in the suit smiled and nodded, "I will take this gentleman there myself."

Hearing this, the two girls lowered their heads and retreated to both sides respectfully.

The door with intricately carved patterns was open and covered by a thick black curtain. Two male waiters stood on both sides of the door, receiving the golden engraved invitations with smiles on their faces.

After seeing Jiang Shouyun, the look of respect on his face became even stronger.

"Mr. Azrael·S·Jiang!" The waiter read out this unfamiliar name loudly, as if to greet a well-known noble.

No invitation was received, but a mask was handed over.

This scene also attracted the attention of some men and women, who also showed some surprise after seeing the man in the suit.

Immediately, he smiled politely and nodded to Jiang Shouyun.

Apparently taking the waiter's reaction as the man in the suit's favor, Jiang Shouyun could not help but raise his eyebrows as he looked at the two waiters.

The eyes of the two people just now never looked at the man in the suit, but looked him up and down.

"It seems that I wasted no time." The man in the suit said with a smile and a little respect, "Even without my recommendation, sir, you are qualified to enter the auction house."

Once again, he felt blessed and proud of his unique vision.

His people were killed, why not take revenge?

joke.

He is here to make money, not to fight.

There is an old Chinese saying that is very good.

The one who loves Western things is Wei Junjie.

What's more, if the teacher comes out of nowhere, he is asking for trouble.

"It seems that the auction organizer is more capable than I thought." Jiang Shouyun didn't know what he was thinking and just shrugged indifferently.

A pair of long, slender, well-jointed hands took a white mask and put it on his face.

Seeing this, the two waiters bowed and stretched out their hands to part the curtain. They were suddenly bathed in golden light, and the grand and wide interior space was exposed in front of them.

The first thing that comes into view is the variety of colors.

The burgundy marble reflects the blurred figures, and the crystal chandelier refracts a tone close to sunlight.

The colorful peacock tail feathers on the wall, coupled with the vague fragrance in the air, give off a psychedelic atmosphere.

One after another, the crystal chandeliers dispersed all the shadows, and the light reflected the golden dome and the portraits on the four walls. The silver powder on the lady's bare shoulders shone with little rays of light.

Then more than 2,000 seats filled most of the venue, and the crowd that poured in in an orderly manner was like a black wave, flowing silently and orderly along the aisles.

The various colored eyes exposed under the holes in the mask flickered slightly, and they all sat down after finding their corresponding positions.

The entire theater can accommodate more than 2,000 people, but the actual number of people is estimated to be less than one-tenth of the total.

Everyone maintains a certain social distance, but when they meet someone they know well, they sit closer and chat.

"Junior brothers, remember to find the best evacuation route." Fingel's reminder came from the earphones.

Caesar replied in an indifferent tone, but Jiang Shouyun and Chu Zihang did not respond to him.

Caesar took the invitation from his female companion and sat in the middle of the venue, where he could easily use his speech spirit.

While talking to the woman next to him, he turned his head and looked in the direction behind him, wanting to exchange information again.

But suddenly he found that the two of them were staring at several corners, with similar thoughtful expressions on their faces.

"No. 613." Jiang Shouyun stepped on the green mandala-patterned wool carpet and looked at the brass seat number marked on the red suede seat.

After following the crowd into the venue, Chu Zihang, who had a strong sense of anti-detection, immediately observed the overall terrain and figured out the layout of the unfamiliar closed environment.

However, the similar eyes between him and Jiang Shouyun proved that they both had the same idea of ​​killing the embryo.

Escape route?

No, no, no, in such a tight space, as long as the three of them control a few positions, they can block the entire place in all directions without blind spots.

Anyone who dares to make any small moves will be killed directly.

Unexpectedly, this is my field control route!

Hundreds of you have been surrounded by three of us!

"Speaking of which, there is no body search here, not even a metal detector. It seems that the organizer is quite confident in its order management." Chu Zihang glanced at the box he was holding.

The jammers prepared by the Equipment Department for them were omitted, but they could also be thrown directly as miniature grenades.

"After all, it's a mixed-race auction. I'm afraid it has its own abilities, right?"

Jiang Shouyun looked deeply into the distance. Several tall and strong figures were hidden in the shadows like stone statues, monitoring the entire auction.

Within his perception, the unknown alchemical realm enveloped the inner field.

Although it is far inferior to the discipline field of Kassel Academy, there should be a certain degree of restriction on the effect of the spirit of speech.

"Junior brother, do you still remember your identity?" Fingel's voice came from the headphones.

"Keep pretending to be a nouveau riche." Jiang Shouyun picked up the auction item information and said in a calm tone, "Well, no one here knows me, so I think they will take some care."

This is a 'directed auction'. Often, at such auctions, there are items of unknown origin, and only customers with good reputations and good reputations will be invited.

There are many precious collectibles in the information on the auction items, but there are also items that have never appeared before and whose authenticity is unknown. The final auction item is even more confidential.

"Those things in front are all ordinary collections and are not objects of interest to the academy."

Fingel's tone was teasing: "However, if Teacher Jiang has anything of interest, you can take pictures of it. I believe the school board will be willing to pay for your S-class."

Just when Jiang Shouyun showed interest, there was a soft sound.

The originally noisy venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked forward in silence, looking at the heavy curtain that had not yet been opened.