Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

But just as he was about to do so, the next item came on the market, causing Caesar to suddenly change his mind about leaving.

"Everyone, everyone, please calm down." The host smiled and pressed his hands together. The sales of the three lots were all above expectations, and he looked very satisfied.

"Lots one through three are all top-notch women. Your high bids and enthusiastic cheers have shown me that you're all a bunch of assholes. But women alone aren't enough. Our auction principle is to showcase top-tier items. Besides stunningly beautiful women, we should also offer something even more incredible and eye-popping. Now, let's move on to today's fourth lot..."

The host smiled.

"A... wizard!"

The cart marked with the round sign number four was pushed under the spotlight. There was no longer the perverted step of the host knocking on the iron cage with a small hammer and listening to the woman in the cage crying. He grabbed a corner of the black cloth and shook it open directly, exposing the man in the iron cage to everyone.

He was a disheveled man, extremely unkempt and sloppy. His long black hair hung down to his nose, covering the upper half of his face. His slightly curly beard had not been trimmed for who knows how many weeks. His glowing eyes were hidden behind his long hair.

He was only wearing a tattered linen robe, and his hands and feet were so thin that they were almost bones. He looked like he had been hungry for three days and three nights. If he was leaning on Shivaji's trident and muttering some obscure ancient scriptures, he would look like a 17th-century ascetic.

The whole audience was filled with boos and cheers, and some impatient people even started shouting curses.

It was obvious that compared to the beautiful women, they were not very enthusiastic about men, or had no interest at all, let alone such a beggar-like man. Some threw empty wine bottles to the ground and smashed them to express their dissatisfaction, and some spat at the iron cage in the middle of the booth.

"Who wants to pay to see a beggar-looking man? Let the women come out, and I want women with big breasts!"

"You should at least find a handsome man to fool us. This kind of guy wouldn't fetch much money even if he were sold to a male escort parlor! This guy almost made me vomit all the wine I just drank!"

"Wizard? Do you think we haven't even graduated from junior high school yet? At least make up a decent identity to fool us, you bastard!"

Shouts and curses were heard one after another. Before exhibit No. 4 came on stage, the host had tried hard to set the mood, but it was obvious that the gangsters present had no fantasy interest in wizards, and no one bought it.

But the auction process had to be completed, so the host could only bite the bullet and make the offer: "Exhibit Number Four...Wizard Man...Starting Price...$450,000."

The curses intensified, accompanied by bursts of sneers. No one believed wizards existed in this world, or rather, no one believed the man in the cage was a wizard. To them, he was just some witty man the organizers had picked up from nowhere and rigged up to make a big deal about the exhibition.

Spending $450,000 to buy a beggar? There's no such a fool in the world!

The host on the stage sighed slightly. He didn't care about the insults from these bastards, but if nothing unexpected happened, it looked like this exhibit would fail to sell. If the product failed to sell, it would affect his commission, and it would also be a big blow to the host's reputation.

In fact, he also felt that the idea of ​​wizards was too far-fetched, but after all, he was just responsible for announcing the show. This was all the organizer's idea, and his job was to obey the organizer's arrangements and proceed with the process.

Only Caesar frowned as he looked at the man in the iron cage on the stage. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

"It's sad, so sad that some people think a wizard isn't worth $450,000." The man in the cage, who looked like a beggar, said this. He shook his head in disappointment. "Corruption, truly corruption! You guys, with only women in your heads, have been controlled by filth and evil. You've been abandoned by the gods, and even the devil despises you."

The noise in the field quieted down for a moment, then intensified. If it weren't for the situation, someone would have probably hit the outspoken man with a bottle of wine. These gangsters were used to being arrogant and domineering. How could they tolerate the insults of a beggar?

Caesar looked at the man with a surprised expression, and he immediately realized what was wrong.

The man's expression was not at all like the dejected and hopeless look of the auction item. On the contrary, he was actually talking nonsense and mocking everyone present. The reason was that no one was willing to spend $450,000 to bid for him?

"Stop cursing, stop cursing. The gods are watching over us. The angrier you get, the more pathetic and ignorant you will appear." The man in the cage suddenly leaned forward with an extremely strange expression, looking like a crazy charlatan.

The host was standing very close to the man, so when he leaned closer to the microphone, even if he was whispering, his voice would be carried to all corners of the venue.

"I'm a professional wizard with a formal job certificate, but they took my wizard certificate away. If you don't believe me, you can ask them to take a look." The man said, "Of course, in this society, anything is possible as long as you have money. It's also easy to make a fake certificate, but I don't have money. If I had money, I wouldn't sell myself, so my wizard certificate must be real."

Everyone was speechless by this logic. They looked at each other. The most incomprehensible thing was that this man actually sold himself because he was short of money?

"If you still don't believe me, then I'll have no choice but to find a way to prove myself." The man sighed.

The host was also a little confused. This step was not on the process chart at all. He had originally prepared himself for the auction to fail, but the situation suddenly took an unexpected turn. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "How are you going to prove yourself?"

"I'm a wizard, and wizards, of course, use witchcraft." The man suddenly looked at the host, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Although I can't breathe fire, spit water, or teleport, there is a kind of witchcraft that is very suitable for demonstration in this situation."

"What?" The host didn't even realize that he was being led by the man.

"Mind reading."

"Mind reading?" Not only was the host dumbfounded, but even the guests in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, there was a sudden barrage of sarcasm and ridicule, filled with disbelief.

Faced with the overwhelming questioning, this time the man ignored it. Instead, he lifted his long hair from one corner of his forehead, stared at the host with an extremely mysterious look, and slowly said, "Your father is ill."

The host was stunned. His father was indeed sick, but not many people knew about it. For a moment, he actually had the illusion that his heart was seen through by that look.

"Your father didn't have an ordinary illness, but lung cancer, so you needed a large sum of money for surgery. You sold your ancestral house and land, but it was far from enough. You went to Osaka to pray to the gods some time ago, and during that time your wife ran away with another man..."

"Stop talking!" The host suddenly interrupted the man's narration. He looked at the man with fear and shock, as if he had seen a god or ghost.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Hey, is what he said true? Did your wife really run away with another man?" someone asked the host loudly.

"It's... a fuzzy thing, right? Is there really such a thing as mind reading in this world?" Someone was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Maybe they are hired by the organizer. They are all from the organizer. Maybe they are working together to perform for us." Someone questioned.

Caesar stared at the man intently. He knew that the host was not acting with the man, because he could hear the host's heartbeat suddenly accelerate the moment the man revealed the truth. No matter how good a person's acting skills are, he cannot even control his heartbeat.

"Your wife is not cheating on you." The man suddenly stared at the first person who asked the host a question. The guy who was stared at felt as if he was stung by a scorpion when he looked into the man's eyes.

"Because your wife isn't very good-looking, you want to divorce her. You've recently fallen for an 18th-tier actress, but you don't know she's actually the lover of a certain politician. Coincidentally, that person is at the back of this meeting room right now."

The person whose secret was revealed and a bald politician in the back row were both stunned.

"And you, you and your sister-in-law murdered your brother because he discovered your affair, and you were the beneficiaries of the insurance..."

"And you, you're one of the few here who has nothing to do with women. Your mother is a pole dancer, and you grew up surrounded by women. So women are nothing new to you. On the contrary, you're more interested in men..."

The man in the cage stared at the people who had questioned him the loudest before, and he told them all their secrets one by one. Each secret was the deepest privacy that someone had suppressed in their heart, the kind that they would hardly tell anyone else.

The whole place fell silent, no one dared to question anymore. The faces of the few people who had questioned the man before now looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit, and everyone was afraid of following in their footsteps.

Caesar's brows were deeply furrowed. Although he was not a staunch materialist, he had seen wizards when he was a child. In his impression, wizards should mutter some incomprehensible riddles to the dead bodies. He had exposed all those charlatans who lied about having magic powers or mind reading... But he really couldn't see through this man.

He originally thought that the man would be a useless dog like Fingle who talked nonsense all the time, but when the man told someone's secret, he suddenly turned into a sinister poisonous snake, always able to find the most stubborn scar in people's hearts and bite it hard.

"Half a million!"

Someone reacted and started quoting a price. He suddenly realized that the wizard in front of him might really have some kind of magic similar to mind reading, and this ability was definitely worth the price.

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"1500000!"

……

More and more people followed suit and the price soared in a vertical curve in a short period of time, and was finally bought by a powerful person in the back row for tens of millions of dollars.

When the man was pushed backstage, he glanced vaguely at Caesar and another figure in the corner of the venue.

Just as the host was about to call up exhibit number five, a deep voice rang out from the wireless earphones tucked into his ears: "Strike while the iron is hot! The atmosphere is already set, and it's time to showcase our grand finale."

"You mean?" The host was stunned.

"Zero, push out exhibit zero." The person in the headset gave the order.

"Yes!" the host answered respectfully.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you're all still fascinated by our Wizard Number Four. But there's no need to lament not being able to bid on him, because next we're showcasing the grand finale of this auction." The host smiled mysteriously. "You could say that the advance of our auction is almost entirely due to him. He imbues this exhibition with special significance. I believe most of you have traveled from all over Japan just to see him."

The host clapped his hands, and a reinforced cart was pushed onto the stand by four etiquette ladies. This cage was obviously larger than the previous ones, and the black cloth covering it was heavier. When the cart rolled, the sound of iron chains colliding under the black cloth was heard. Presumably, some dangerous and bloodthirsty beast was locked up inside.

Caesar saw Aso Makoto in a corner near the backstage where the cart was being pushed. The girl looked a little stage-frightened and was obviously frightened by the huge crowd.

Zhen was searching for something in the crowd with timid eyes. Suddenly, she saw a few familiar figures. She breathed a sigh of relief and her tense expression gradually relaxed.

The host smiled and walked forward with a hammer, and as usual, he hit the iron cage through the black cloth, gradually increasing the frequency and strength.

The crowd held their breath and waited, as if at some point a roar of a wild beast would come from under the black cloth, startling everyone.

"What the hell, are you seriously ill?"

There were complaints of dissatisfaction from under the black cloth.

Chapter 242 Boss, come and save me!

The host was stunned, and so were all the guests.

They were all attracted to this exhibition and auction by rumors, and the various versions of the rumors were quite bizarre and terrifying.

Some people say that fishermen happened to catch a strange sea beast with a prominent head and horns and covered with scales while going out to sea; others say that the messenger of the sea god was washed ashore along with the mermaid by the huge tsunami and was already dying when he was found; some experts even claim that it was actually a newborn Godzilla, and that the tsunami was the precursor to Godzilla's birth... and this view surprisingly has the highest support.

Anyway, Japan is a country that is often visited by monsters, so it is not uncommon to see Godzilla or something like that on the high seas.

But there was no expected roar and growl of the beast from under the curtain covering the iron cage, nor was there any sound of any beast struggling to tear at the chains or break out of the cage. Instead, there was only an extremely clear human voice that sounded very young.

The host and the hostesses were closest to the iron cage covered with black cloth, so they heard it most clearly. It was a man's voice, or perhaps a boy's voice would be more appropriate. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, like a college student who was suddenly woken up by the noise of his roommate and became angry and embarrassed.

In fact, the ones who were more confused were Caesar and Aso Makoto. Aso Makoto was very close to the iron cage, so the voice sounded familiar to her, but it was just familiar, just like the lines she suddenly heard on a TV show a few days ago.

But it was different for Caesar. He had been using his sickle-weasel field to listen for movements under the black cloth. When that voice appeared, he was instinctively startled... because he was very familiar with that voice, too familiar!

From the voice to the tone... this is exactly the tone someone would use when arguing with a loser in their student union. It is very recognizable.

Those two guys are both masters of bullshit. When it comes to bullshit, almost no one in the world can even catch a glimpse of their taillights!

"Damn it, no way!"

Caesar stared at the black cloth with the number zero on it, wondering if that guy was really in there. After all, that was the guy who had defeated him. How could he be caught by gangsters, locked in an iron cage, and auctioned off?

This is like an elephant being caught by a group of ants. Unless the elephant is willing, how can it watch the arrogant ants scrambling to devour it?

The host on the stage was also in a dilemma. He was afraid that there was an ordinary boy trapped under the black curtain. Maybe the boy was still in junior high school or college, and his career would probably be ruined here.

In fact, he really wanted to lift a corner of the black cloth and take a peek inside to be mentally prepared, but he could not do such a rude thing in public.

"A man's voice? Did I hear it right? Was there a man's voice coming from the cage just now?"

"Yes, you heard it right. I heard it too. It was a young man's voice. I think he was speaking Chinese?"

"Don't fool us. What on earth is in here? Quickly lift up the black cloth!"

The place became noisy again, with gangsters waving their arms. It looked like a large fan meeting - if you ignored the empty bottles raised in their hands and the loud swear words they shouted.

"That's right, that's right. Courier, please take this rag away. It's so pitch black I can't tell if it's day or night outside... And this thing is so stuffy. I'm a patient, and my head hurts constantly without air circulation. I finally managed to drift off to sleep, and someone keeps hammering at me. Where's your sense of public morality? Do you believe in the supremacy of human rights?"

This barrage of complaints came from under the black cloth, even drowning out the noise in the whole room. The venue fell silent, as if a boiling oil pan was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water.

The large screen behind the booth translated these words into Chinese, Japanese and English. Everyone looked at the translation and the iron cage covered with black cloth, and a deep sense of absurdity surged in their minds. They couldn't help but question the authenticity of the rumors.

If this is really a monster, it must be a complaining monster with all its talent points added to the useless column!

"Now, let me present to you the grand finale of our auction, also the most special lot, Lot Zero. This creature emerged from a massive tsunami. Some say it's a messenger from the Sea God, others say it's a demon from the underworld that has wandered into the human world. But regardless, it's enough to subvert the world's perception..."

The host gritted his teeth and read out the extremely exaggerated script. With a desperate attitude, he grabbed a corner of the black cloth and pulled it off with gritted teeth.

Under the bright spotlight, the huge iron cage and the creature inside were exposed to everyone. Gasps rang out one after another in the venue, and everyone's pupils were wide open, with horror written all over their faces.

"What...what was that? Didn't I just hear a boy's voice? Was that voice really coming from the creature on the stage?"

"What are those scales? What are those spikes? And his eyes are actually golden... How could this thing be the messenger of the Sea God? It's definitely the apostle of the Devil King Satan!"

"Just looking at him gives me goosebumps and tingles. How could such a sinister creature exist in the world? His imitating human tone just now must have been an attempt to make us let down our guard. It seems he's quite intelligent. What a cunning creature!"

Lu Mingfei was suddenly exposed to the bright light from the absolute darkness, and the glare made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and looked ahead. The huge crowd was like an endless tide, making him feel as if he was still at sea at night, as if in another world.

Looking at the terrified crowd, Lu Mingfei lowered his head to look at his body. At least half of his scales had been retracted into his body, and the bone spurs were not as sharp and ferocious as before. The wings behind him had become very small, like periosteum attached to his shoulder blades. He could not see his pupils, but the golden color should have been less restrained than before.

It seems that the signs of dragonization are gradually disappearing from the body surface. Everything is going well.

"He moved, he moved! He moved so disgustingly, like an alien looking at his own body!"

"What a deformed body! Look at those wings, half-opened, they look like they're not fully developed!"

"So what exactly is this thing? A fishman? A birdman? Or a lizardman? Or a dinosaurman?"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself that it was not as exaggerated as these people said. Aren’t these guys too neurotic?

But if there is a mirror in front of him, he would not think so after seeing his full appearance.

Although his scales, bone spurs, and wings were partially contracted, a large portion hadn't completely disappeared, instead fading beneath his skin, giving his entire skin a bluish-black, copper-like appearance. The slightest movement of his body produced a metallic snapping sound, and with his hands and feet chained, he looked like a bound, grotesque figure.

A scream sounded behind him, and Lu Mingfei turned around to look.

There were four girls in black uniforms and dresses, huddled in the corner of the booth, staring at him with terror. When his eyes met theirs, they screamed even louder. Two of the more timid ones burst into tears, screaming "Kaiju Kaiju!" in Japanese in shrill voices.

Lu Mingfei thought, "Is it really that serious?" Then his eyes focused on one of the girls who hadn't been scared to tears. His eyes lit up and he asked in surprise, "Hey, Miss Zhen? Is it Miss Zhen?"

Before this, Aso Makoto had no idea what the job here specifically involved. She thought it was just a job as an ordinary auction etiquette lady.

The person who contacted her told her that she only needed to push the cart onto the stage, wait at the booth, and wait for the auction process to be over before pushing the items back, and she would be paid a handsome sum of money.

The job sounded decent and the salary was good, so Aso happily asked when the training and rehearsal would be. The person in charge told her that no training or rehearsal was needed, and she just needed to be there on time on the day of the auction. He also said that because the exhibits at this exhibition were very special, there would be no rehearsal or chance to do it again, so she asked her to be mentally prepared in advance.

Aso really thought that this sentence meant that the exhibition photos were valuable or fragile, so she didn't think much about it. She just put the vase on the cart and rehearsed it over and over again at home.