As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"What effect will there be when the enhanced transfer scroll and the enhanced ten-plus Thunder Fire Sword are combined together? Even strong people with incompatible attributes will be very interested in this weapon. They can definitely take a picture of it. Go back and transfer the enhancements to your own weapons... As a result, competition will be fiercer and prices will soar.”

"I'm very sorry. The auction house has decided to bundle the Enhanced Transfer Scroll and the Thunder Fire Sword for auction, and the auction house will take a 10% share from the middle."

"I know that this number must far exceed the original value of the transfer scroll, but I believe that when the two are combined, the price of the Thunder Fire Sword will be at least 50% higher than before... I should have obtained your consent originally, but We haven't been able to contact you, so we can only make decisions privately, and I hope you won't be angry."

Combining sales is an old trick.

"It doesn't matter, you know better than me in this regard." Ron nodded slowly and said.

Logins breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Ron would be angry because of this. After all, many strong people had weird temperaments and were unpredictable.

After walking dozens of steps, a dazzling light suddenly came from ahead.

A spacious venue appeared in front of Ron.

The entire venue looks somewhat similar to the seating arrangement in a movie theater, with a cone-shaped inclination and densely packed seats forming a circle, with the auction table in the center.

At the highest point of the seats, there is a circle of boxes, obviously prepared for the most distinguished and wealthy guests.

"Box No. 7 is prepared for you."

Pointing to the box high beside him, Logins said, while putting a number plate into Ron's hand.

"The box has everything you want. If you wish, you can even call a maid to serve you." Logins showed a smile that every man knows: "Of course, sir, you don't need it."

After all, Ron already has a beautiful nun by his side. This nun's appearance alone cannot be compared to that of the maids and waiters at the Bauhinia Auction House.

The other one, although his appearance is not as good as the beauty of the country, but his figure...

Mr. is really a person who knows how to enjoy life.

Ron nodded and glanced at the venue.

There were not many people seated in the venue. Instead, some familiar nobles were gathered together and chatting. It didn't look much different from the outside.

But there was one place that was obviously more crowded than the others.

There were men crowding around... and in the middle was a woman.

Under the light, her long hair is as bright as gold... No matter how noisy or crowded the crowd is, she will always be so dazzling.

The eldest princess, Dolores!

Almost at the same time, Dolores seemed to have telepathy and awareness. She looked towards Ron, and her golden eyes suddenly brightened.

The next second, Dolores separated from the crowd and walked towards Ron.

Ron sighed, he knew that trouble was coming!

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Chapter 117 The eldest princess’s first kiss (3)

Seeing Dolores separate from the crowd and walking towards him, Ron was a little troubled. He knew that what was coming was not just a beauty, but also endless trouble.

There is no way Dolores' identity can be hidden forever.

Nobles in remote areas such as Lucius and Carlisle may have never seen the appearance of the eldest princess, but those nobles from the royal capital must have seen it. As long as anyone calls out the eldest princess's name and title, it may not take a few minutes. Dolores' identity will be known to everyone.

Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, is also one of the most beautiful women in the entire royal city, rivaled only by the great saint.

Among the hundreds of princesses in the royal family, she is the only one who is normal.

The husband of a princess and the son-in-law of the royal family is not actually a very prominent status, but if he is the only son-in-law of the royal family, the meaning is naturally different.

In addition, the eldest princess is as beautiful as a goddess, so she will naturally have no shortage of suitors.

Just like now, although Dolores has clearly stated that she is leaving, there is still a large group of people surrounding her, at least a dozen or twenty. These nobles are very curious about what on earth can attract the attention of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Dolores didn't care about the strange atmosphere around her at all. She was as proud as ever, with her long legs swaying slightly, crossed gracefully and confidently, like a beautiful golden cat.

Gradually, some nobles have set their sights on Ron.

After all, apart from Ron, there were only two women left in this direction, plus a staff member from the Bauhinia Auction House.

I have never heard that Her Royal Highness is interested in women. Her Royal Highness the Princess's identity, status and vision cannot be compared to that of an auction house worker. Then, the only possibility is that among the few people, the man wearing a pure white priest's robe... looks ordinary.

There was nothing aristocratic about him.

He is a cleric, but a pastor, and his rank in the church is not too high. It is really hard to believe that there is something about this man that can attract Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Logins had already keenly sensed that something was not quite right in the atmosphere.

This very shrewd and unloyal guy knew very well what things he could participate in and what things he absolutely couldn't get involved with. He apologized to Ron, excused himself that there were guests outside who needed to be entertained, and sneaked away unkindly.

At this moment, the eldest princess Delores had walked up to Ron.

As soon as the talent arrived, a faint but quite elegant fragrance hit his face.

Delores walked very close, her high chest almost touching Ron's chest, and some flying golden hair fell on Ron's face, tickling her.

Ron would never forget that the last time he kissed Dolores's hand and smelled Dolores' fragrance, the impulse deep in his heart became quite strong.

It was only after separation from Dolores and the threat of three death warnings that Ron finally suppressed his impulse.

This time, the scent was stronger.

very close.

Ron's lips almost touched Dolores' forehead.

At close range, you can feel Dolores's beauty more and more. Her skin is as delicate as jade, with no flaws visible.

Big eyes, bright and dazzling.

The long eyelashes add to the charm of this elegant princess.

Ron was still considering how to greet them, but at this moment, Dolores suddenly stood on tiptoe, completely ignoring the eager eyes of the large group of second-generation nobles around her, and her lotus-like arms directly circled Ron's neck, and her pink lips were imprinted on Ron's mouth.

For an instant, there was deathly silence all around.

This silence lasted for three full seconds, and then... there was an uproar, or would it be more appropriate to describe it as screaming and wailing?

Ron heard the sound of heartbreak all over the place.

There are also desperate wails and suppressed roars.

In an instant, countless pairs of eyes seemed to turn into sharp blades, trying to poke dozens of holes in Ron's body.

Cecilia's body became even more tense, and her originally dark eyes showed a momentary darkness. Her body was trembling. Where did this woman come from? She wanted to kill Mr. like a succubus. Take it away from her?

At this moment, Cecilia also had the urge to use a bloody knife to open two holes in the woman's body.

Of course, Cecilia held back. She knew very well that she was just a serving nun beside her husband and shouldn't think too much. As long as she could always have her own place by her husband's side, that would be Cecilia's greatest happiness.

Charlene, on the other hand, is quite satisfied with this situation. The more women Ron has, the better, so that he will not take action against her... In addition, she is not that beautiful, so she is very safe... Damn, this is obviously Why is a thing worth celebrating actually a bit sad?

A full six or seven seconds passed.

Ron and Dolores finally separated.

The silver bridge sparkles with crystal light.

Ron could see that behind Dolores, a group of second-generation nobles were trembling. If it weren't for Princess Dolores being here, a lot of gloves would have been thrown at him, and they would have challenged him to a duel.

Ron smiled bitterly... As expected of Dolores, she didn't care about the eyes of other people around her, she just went her own way and did whatever she wanted.

A hint of charm flashed in Dolores's golden eyes. She took a step back and gently pressed a delicate jade finger on her lips: "The man I like, you are finally here."

"By the way, that was my first kiss just now."

Snap.

It was as if Ron saw a group of hearts that had been smashed into pieces and turned into glass shards.

The eyes that both pairs of looked at Ron could hardly be described as angry, they were simply resentful... The goddess in their minds had lost their first kiss and was desecrated.

Several nobles frowned and began to re-examine this man who looked ordinary at first glance, as if they were wondering in their hearts what his identity was.

Of course, not every noble is as smart as these few.

A young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was at the peak of his youth and energy.

Seeing Dolores looking at Ron affectionately, he felt as if a hole was hollowed out in his heart. He suddenly took a step forward, took off his white gloves and threw them on Ron's chest, then drew out the long sword from his waist with a swish, and pointed the sword directly at Ron: "I, Joy Smart Matt, the legitimate son of Marquis Matt, challenge you to a duel..."

Clang!

Before Joyce could even finish her words, she felt a dazzling light suddenly flash in front of her.

The next moment, there was a string of dazzling sparks.

The luxurious sword was instantly broken in the middle.

Then, a sharp edge rushed straight to his throat.

An indescribable chill instantly swept through his body. Joyce tried to dodge, but his body was like being stared at and locked by the most ferocious venomous snake. He could not move at all and could only watch the sharp edge getting closer and closer...

Just as Joyce's throat was about to be cut, a lazy voice came from behind: "Charlene, come back..."

The moment Joyce stretched out his sword towards Ron, he was already judged as an enemy and a threat by Charlene.

The constraints of high-level contract documents make Charlene subconsciously attack anyone who tries to harm her master.

The tip of the knife touched Joyce's neck lightly, and Charlene's body bounced back like lightning, still staying quietly behind Ron, as if she had never moved.

Joyce, on the other hand, looked pale.

The moment the tip of the knife touched his neck, he really had the illusion that his throat had been cut open. The indescribable fear made the nobleman unable to bear it anymore. With a pop, he sat down on the ground, his whole body shaking. Non-stop.

Ron sighed, walked over and patted Joyce on the shoulder: "Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

For no other reason, he just wanted to say this, but unfortunately no one answered, and he felt inexplicably lonely.

Some bodyguards of the second generation of nobles also felt the movement here, and immediately appeared at the side of their employer, with their hands on the weapons at their waists, looking at the quiet, motionless woman with vigilant eyes.

"Heroic master..."

As the bodyguards' whispers gradually faded away, the way the second-generations looked at Ron finally changed.

Although I still don't know who Ron is, having a heroic bodyguard is enough to prove that Ron has a lot of background.

"There are many people here, so let's go to the private room." Dolores said.

Ignoring the people around her, she put her arm around Ron and took him to her box. As for the box that Logins had prepared for Ron, it was left empty.

Until the figures of several people disappeared into the private room, the originally quiet auction venue suddenly became noisy, with buzzing sounds one after another:

"Who is that boy?"

"Why did Princess Dolores fall in love with that man? I have never heard of Her Royal Highness having a romantic partner?"

"Damn, I thought I had a chance..."

"Go away, it's just you. If you have a chance, do you want to see how much you weigh?"

"Check, check for me. I want to know all the information about this guy. If he dares to steal a woman from me..."

Similar sounds kept ringing.

As for the unlucky Joyce, who was lying on the ground still twitching and shaking, no one cared.

Until an arm silently stretched out from the side and supported Joyce who fell to the ground.

"That guy is really too rough. Look how frightened this elegant little gentleman is."

A gentle voice sounded in my ears.

Joyce seemed to have recovered a little, staring blankly at the side where he was standing. There was a middle-aged man in a white robe.

He seemed to have some perfume sprayed on him, and it smelled good.

For some reason, Joyce always felt that this middle-aged man seemed to have an indescribable charm about him.

A flush appeared on the originally pale and handsome face. He smelled good, with a very familiar perfume.

"Perhaps, you need to drink a bottle of potion to calm down." The middle-aged man said with a gentle smile and handed a bottle of potion to Joyce.

Something was obviously wrong with Joyce's state. He didn't even take a closer look, and just drank the potion in one gulp, slightly stiff.

This pathetic second-generation nobleman was totally unaware that there were still some white eggs left on the potion bottle, which looked like rice grains but were dozens of times smaller than rice grains!

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