Chapter 245 Royal Capital Auction House
"The Royal Capital Auction House, whose full name is Gloria Auction House, is one of the three top auction houses on the continent, along with the Holy Chant Auction House of the Saint Messia Empire and the Loran Auction House of the Itel Kingdom Federation.
The total transaction amount of each auction held by it will not be less than 100,000 gold coins. It has auctioned more than one ninth-level wonder, such as [Magnifor Scepter], [Dragon's Fall], [Crescent Crown], etc."
"More than two thousand years ago, when the auction house was just built, the owner of the auction house had the honor of inviting the emperor to watch the ceremony, and by the way, the auction was openly The name of the auction house was changed to the name of the emperor.
And Emperor Gloria did not object. "
"For thousands of years, even though the emperor of the empire has been replaced by Gloria III, even though the structure of the capital has changed again and again, and countless forces have risen and fallen, this auction house has always been strong."
"To date, Gloria Auction House has developed into the highest-level auction house in the entire capital, and even the entire Gloria Empire, without a doubt."
As Anvis explained to Fiona, the carriage slowly drove into the open parking lot in front of the auction house.
After getting off the carriage, Anvis extended his right hand full of gentlemanly manners, allowing Fiona to get off the carriage with the help of the force.
This unusual appearance immediately attracted the attention of some nearby players.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
"At your service, lovely lady!"
"..."
The degree of "enthusiasm" of these players immediately startled the little girl. She instinctively grabbed Anvis's arm and hid behind the boy. Her light golden hair lit up vigilantly, and Kate in her arms also had some hair blown up.
The accompanying family guards quickly opened the force field and blocked the seven or eight players who gathered around them.
It was difficult for them to do so. No one dared to guarantee whether there were any outsiders who were trying to harm the protected objects.
Avis was helpless and had to quickly lead the girl to the door of the auction house guarding the two dragons.
After showing the invitation letter to the waiter at the door, the two were immediately welcomed in respectfully and received by the reception manager and led to the VIP box on the top floor.
This auction was not the annual [Seer] level auction, and there were no special auction items on the surface. There were not many high-ranking nobles present.
If Avis did not have relevant memories, he would also look down on those ordinary auction items.
Halfway through the journey, Avis suddenly noticed something.
So, he temporarily ordered the reception manager to stop, and took Fiona and the somewhat strange manager to a corridor behind the auction house.
Then, from a shutter on the side, a small metal dart suddenly flew in from between the blades.
In the eyes of the person in charge, a miniature magic circle lit up, and a flash of light flashed, and the figure of a stranger suddenly appeared.
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….….
Due to the arrival of the players half a year ago, the auction house had no choice but to send several fifth-level guards to guard the gate, and only allowed second-level and above professionals to enter.
To prevent a group of sand sculpture players from making trouble and disturbing other normal guests.
But after discovering that there was a "level limit" to enter the auction house, the players began to try to use all kinds of strange methods to bypass the guards and sneak in, and they enjoyed it.
Finding weak points in defense is one of the ways.
For example, at this moment, using a special dart engraved with a short-range transfer magic circle, the last dragon descendant directly used the teleportation spell to transfer into the room.
Maybe his level is enough, but the player just doesn't take the usual path, this is faith!
The elf just turned his head as he picked up the dart that fell on the ground.
Three NPCs were looking at him thoughtfully behind him.
When their eyes met, the action of the last dragonborn picking up the dart froze, not knowing what to do.
I clearly didn't see anyone before!
"Uh... Dear Sir Anvis, is there anything I can help you with?"
After a moment of silence, the elf player smiled awkwardly.
At the same time, under Anvis's gaze, he quickly touched the game panel with his mind, summoned a silver-gray pigeon that was a circle larger than an ordinary carrier pigeon, and sent a message.
"Things have changed, hold off!"
That was a high-level carrier pigeon, which moved directly through space, with a delay of several seconds, and could not enter or exit special maps.
The system mall sells it for 32.4 yuan a month, with three color options. If you add another 10 yuan, you can also buy a dyeing package by yourself. Buying six months at a time is 20% off, and there are discounts on holidays.
"Do you know who I am?"
Anvis smiled interestingly. Logically, he should not know the current last dragonborn at this time.
"Of course! You are Mr. Anvis Olivendi! The crystal bird that never falls, the synonym of glory and wealth, the light of hope that illuminates the whole world...
Your wisdom is unparalleled, your appearance is unparalleled, and as a member of the living beings shrouded in your supreme glory, I have admired you for a long time!"
The elf was slightly stunned, and then immediately remembered that the public beta was deleted, and hurriedly put on a smile and blew rainbow farts for free.
The receptionist on the side was stunned, and the hand that was about to be raised stopped directly, and he didn't know how to deal with him for a while.
"Brother... is it so powerful?"
Fiona was also shocked by the adjective of the last dragonborn, and couldn't help looking at Anvis in surprise, with admiration in her big lake blue eyes.
"...Okay, stranger, your sincerity touched me."
Anvis sighed. Although the way the last dragonborn met him was a bit embarrassing, he liked to hear this.
The good thing about the last dragonborn is that he is honest.
"You remind me of a follower I once had. He is also an elf like you. Although he has some unique habits, he is at least loyal enough and capable."
"Unfortunately, he died. When he sneaked into the room of the noble girl, stole her underwear and then escaped, he was too excited and accidentally triggered the defense array outside the window."
As he said this, Anvis shook his head regretfully, as if sighing for the end of "a certain follower".
Why did I die in such an embarrassing way?
The last dragonborn's eyelids twitched when he heard it, but he didn't know what to say.
"Stranger, you remind me of that poor man again. How about this, I'll give you a chance. I wonder if you are willing to become my follower?"
Looking at the elf, Anvis smiled again.
[System prompt: Anvis invites you to become his follower. Do you accept? 】
[Yes], [No]
"I am ready to serve you at any time, respected Lord Avis!"
Looking at the system prompts refreshed on the panel again, the last dragonborn was ecstatic.
"Very good, then, in memory of my former elf follower, you will be called Rivers."
Avis's mouth curled slightly, and a new line of prompts was refreshed from the elf's panel again.
[System prompt: Avis changed your name to [Rivers]]
"By the way, my name is..."
The character name he had chosen could not be said out loud, and the elf fell into deep thought as he looked at the name column on the panel that had returned to Rivers.