Dada, dada

The sound of horses' hoofs came from the window.

Gothic architecture full of Victorian sense retreated outside with the bustling crowd.

In the luxury car, a soft wool blanket was paved on the ground and a small table was set up with mellow red wine and two tall glasses. Housekeeper Sean took the initiative to pour the wine, which fully demonstrated his sincerity.

Sulman glanced at the table and poured the red wine, but there was no obvious fluctuation in the high foot cup. He couldn't help but praise: "the coachman's skill is very good."

"It's his honor to get your appreciation." Housekeeper Sean raised his glass.

Sulman raised his glass, but did not drink in a hurry, but cut to the point: "did anything happen in the preparation of the auction?"

Sean housekeeper made a movement and answered his question in silence.

Sure enough

Sulman nodded secretly. If there was no accident in the preparation of the auction, even if he wanted to win over Sulman, he didn't need to be so attentive as Sean's housekeeper. After all, the ancient nobles also mastered some professional rituals. Their immediate family members are also extraordinary people with strange abilities, but they lack combat experience. They are not as good as silver hunters who fight from life and death.

"We have a precious item stolen..."

Housekeeper Sean sighed softly and began to tell the reason——

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