An invincible journey starting from a different race

"What's going on?" Rob asked Aesop hurriedly, "Elves are not welcome here?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "That's fine actually. Just think of her as someone buying a fifty-year-old human nightmare movie. It's perfectly normal."

This... is not normal at all!

Rob finally understood why these guys reacted so strongly. If, according to Aesop, someone really bought anything from the fifty-year-old human nightmare here, he would definitely regard the other person as a pervert.

Hmm...wait, if that's the case, then the person who bought this item is the biggest pervert in the whole place, right?

Rob felt a chill when he thought about the way everyone looked at him when the items were photographed, the way the scene was filled with fear, disgust, and disbelief.

Fortunately, he had asked Aesop to take the photo for him in advance, so he wouldn't be in the spotlight.

But if I do that, it will bring disaster to the Aesop brothers...

Rob felt a little guilty again and thought that he must compensate Aesop later.

At this time, the restlessness slowly ended.

The auction continues.

Stank wiped the rotten eggs off his body and said angrily, "Why are you all so excited? You magic chefs, this is just an illusion. You can't really touch it, so just give it a try. Okay, the starting price is 100 gold. If none of you want it, I'll take it for 100 gold."

Rob originally thought that no one would take pictures, but unexpectedly, as soon as Stank finished speaking, several people started taking pictures.

"120."

"125."

"130."

The price increase each time was very small. It was obvious that this was not a popular item, and the bidders were all from races that were not very sensitive to magic... But at least there were people bidding for it, so it wouldn't be too strange if it was sold, and it shouldn't attract too much attention.

Rob breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was thinking of asking Aesop to help him bid, he suddenly heard Aesop ask him, "How much money did you bring?"

"Uh." Rob didn't react immediately and answered subconsciously, "Eight thousand."

The next second, he saw Aesop stand up and roar with a voice that dominated the entire audience: "Eight thousand!"

At that moment, everyone looked over.

Rob was stunned. He almost jumped up from his chair subconsciously: "What are you doing?! I just said I brought 8,000 yuan, I didn't ask you to shoot 8,000 yuan!"

After saying this, Rob felt something was even more wrong, so he turned his head and found that everyone's eyes had shifted from Aesop to him.

He was completely stunned and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, this is not what I want to shoot. This is not what I want to shoot. It has nothing to do with me."

At this time, Aesop stood up very loyally: "Yes, it's not him who wants to take the photo, it's me! Don't look at him, just look at me! His family has been upright knights for generations, they would not buy such a thing!"

After saying that, Aesop scratched his head again, then turned to look at Rob and said, "How many photos do we need to take?"

At that moment, Rob only felt...if his life ended here...

Also good.

Everything in 204 will deceive you, except...

In the end, Rob bought the small card for less than 200 gold.

Originally, this small card could have been sold for a higher price, but everyone was shocked by the 8000 that was just shouted out, and seeing that it was Aesop who bid (more than half of the adventurers in Dream Town knew Aesop because of the Bruce incident), no one bid with Aesop anymore.

Therefore, Rob still got this small card at a relatively small price. However, when he looked at the card in his hand and felt the strange gazes of the adventurers around him, he couldn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt like crying but had no tears.

"Brother Aesop, why are you doing this?" Rob looked at Aesop with resentment, "Did I offend you in any way?"

Aesop turned his head away, avoiding Rob's gaze: "No."

"...That's obviously true!" Rob recalled what he had said to Aesop before, and then he really remembered something, so he asked uncertainly, "Could it be... I said I didn't want to be associated with people like you, so you want to take revenge on me?"

Aesop nodded: "Nothing."

Rob: “…”

So should I believe your actions or your words?

"Blame it on me, blame it on me." Realizing that he seemed to have been the first to start the fight, Rob had nothing to say. He was still quite chivalrous, knowing that it was a bit unkind of him to slander the other party first and then ask for help. He was also not good at complaining about the small revenge. He sighed and said, "I was blinded by lust and lost my mind. I no longer have the face to stay in this area, so please allow me to take my leave."

Aesop asked, "Why don't you have the face to stay here any longer?"

"This...hasn't everyone already laughed at me?" Rob's face was unnatural. "Now everyone knows that I'm a freak who likes thousand-year-old elves."

Aesop pointed at Stank on the podium and said, "But that guy is also alive and well, isn't he?"

Stank, who was on the podium, sneezed loudly, feeling a little confused, and muttered, "Which bastard is talking bad about me behind my back again?"

"That... I can only say he's very courageous," Rob said with a wry smile. "I think I should learn to be a normal person. I've noticed that most of the alien races in the outside world are magic chefs. If I become one, I won't be seen as a freak anymore."

Having said that, Rob wanted to leave this place, but was stopped by Aesop's very calm voice.

"Just because everyone does this, does that mean it's correct?"

Rob was stunned. He subconsciously turned around and looked at Aesop.

"what do you mean?"

Aesop said, "As a knight, shouldn't you be true to your heart? If you can't even be true to your heart, how can you talk about chivalry?"

"...This doesn't seem to have anything to do with chivalry." Rob felt that discussing this topic was a bit of a betrayal of chivalry, so he said softly, "Besides, maybe I also yearn for it in my heart and want to be a magic chef more. I just haven't adapted to it yet."

Aesop shook his head, and then said to Rob: "Activate your card."

"Uh, activate it here?"

"Don't worry, everyone's attention is on the stage. No one will stare at you." Aesop was like a mentor, guiding Rob step by step. "Quick, activate it."

Rob looked around and found that no one was looking at them. After all, they were already in the last row, so he gritted his teeth and activated the card.

At that moment, an illusion of a beautiful and explosive elf with a lifespan of a thousand years appeared beside Rob, looking at him with a smile.

Aesop asked, "How do you feel now?"

Rob turned his head to look at the elf illusion, swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat, and then forced his eyes away. He said, "I feel that this elf is just average, not as outstanding as I imagined. So I was just a little bit excited just now, but in fact it is not..."

Aesop shook his head and said, "You are deceiving yourself."

Rob suddenly became anxious: "How can you be so sure that I am lying to you? You know, my family has been knights for generations..."

Aesop also slowly stood up, facing Rob, and said, "It's very simple, because your eyes can deceive you, your mouth can deceive you, and even your heart can deceive you, but there is only one thing that will never deceive you no matter what."

Rob subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

Aesop raised his hand and pointed at Rob's lower body: "It's your...brother."

Rob was slightly stunned, then suddenly lowered his head and looked down.

Only then did he realize that his brother... had already given the answer.

"This, I..." Rob was speechless.

Aesop said seriously, "Can someone who cannot abide by his heart truly become a knight?"

Rob looked up at Aesop and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words would not come out.

He felt deeply ashamed, but this time, the shame was different from the previous time when everyone discovered that he liked the old elf. This time, it was the shame of knowing that he liked the old elf but not daring to admit it.

Yes, if a person is unwilling to admit his own heart and unwilling to abide by it, then why should he keep talking about chivalry?

It's really ridiculous. His ancestors were knights for generations, but he can't even see the most basic spirit of chivalry and needs others to enlighten him.

Rob looked at Aesop, and a very complicated and indescribable emotion arose in his heart.

There was shame, gratitude, and... a hint of weirdness.

Wait, weird?

Rob thought about it carefully, and then he figured out something was wrong.

"No, is this really necessary to be so serious?" Rob said. "Isn't this just a discussion about whether I'm willing to admit my XP?! Is it really necessary to elevate this to chivalry?! Huh? Is it really necessary to elevate this to chivalry?!"

Aesop said, "How can someone who doesn't even want to admit his XP talk about chivalry?"

Rob was suddenly choked and wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason to refute because he felt that what Aesop said seemed to be nothing wrong.

"Are you still leaving now?" Aesop asked.

Rob replied rather depressedly: "No, I'm not leaving. I'm already here, let's see it first."

Now that things have come to this, Rob feels that if he leaves again, he would be really letting down his knight ancestors for generations.

It was... quite strange. Rob felt as if he had just had a very meaningless conversation with Aesop, but when he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem completely meaningless. It just felt strange that it seemed to make no sense, but also seemed to make some sense.

Rob turned to look at Aesop, and then muttered to himself - what a strange person.

And then Rob soon found that he was right to stay.

Because he originally thought that he was the biggest freak at this auction, but he didn't expect that the items auctioned later would make him feel "Damn, this is even possible."

Is there really anyone who is horny for wooden people?

Does anyone really like to watch the process of adding combat tools to a puppet?

Damn, it's really so thin and weird!

It seems that Rob doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he bought.

Come to think of it, isn't there anything normal in this auction?!

Just as Rob was thinking this, the auction finally drew to a close. Jer pulled out the grand prize: "The last item is a picture album by an artist who doesn't want to reveal his name... Well, let me show it to you now."

Soon, everyone saw beautiful and sexy paintings appear before their eyes.

The woman in the painting was vivid and lifelike, showing her shame, reluctance and anger to the fullest, which instantly made many people stand up on the spot.

This is indeed a very good painting.

Everyone thought so.

But no matter how good it is, it can't be the finale, right?

Everyone was a little confused, so when the auction started, the price was not particularly high.

"300."

"350."

"400."

Compared with ordinary erotic pictures, the price of this erotic picture is already very high, but it still does not exceed the price of erotic pictures.

After all, although this is really difficult to understand, it is just a painting that cannot be seen or touched.

"What a beautiful painting!" Rob sighed. His lord was a renowned painter, so he was quite familiar with his skills. "The artist's skill is impeccable, and the attention to detail is perfect. It's definitely the work of a renowned artist... I don't know why he chose to paint this, but it's a shame."

"What a pity?" Aesop asked.

"Unfortunately, here, people just see it as an erotic picture, not a work of art, so it won't fetch a very high price," Rob said. "That's why I feel it's a pity."

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "It should sell for a decent price. The host hasn't even read the introduction of the painting yet."

Generally speaking, the auctioneer will leave a description of the auction item in an attempt to raise the price.

But Rob was a little skeptical: "This kind of painting, no matter how good it is, won't sell for much money. How can you double the price with just one sentence? You don't understand this as well as I do."

Aesop did not refute, but watched as Jer took out a piece of paper and said to the adventurers present: "Well, the author of this album also left a message. Let me read it to everyone."

When entering this process, everyone didn't take it seriously.

You don't think you can raise the price of this album with just one sentence, do you?

Everyone thought so until Jer read out the words: "The protagonist of this album... is Stank."

At that moment, the entire venue fell into silence for a long time.

Until... someone makes another bid.

"Eight thousand."

This is a philosophical question.

"Aesop!"