Chapter 667 Ch666 Coaster's Grip

Chapter 667 Ch.666 Coaster’s Grip

Since this is a 'face-to-face' auction, no one will do anything unseemly.

For example, biting an up-bid object will increase the price to death.

Although this new way of 'hawking' made Rose a little unable to control herself. I bought an amethyst pendant in the shape of grapes right at the start of the auction - it cost thirty-five pounds.

It is said that soaking in red wine can bring good luck to people.

Of course, she knew it was fake, and she probably couldn't buy a real rare item with a zero at the end.

"Don't you think it's funny?"

The person who presided over the auction was a butler who was about to become a mummy. He was very funny and occasionally made the whole audience laugh with his few words.

"So, everyone. Our third piece..."

The third auction item is a share certificate of a certain winery.

The fourth piece is a colorful treasure cane used by the previous king.

Unfortunately, during the entire auction, Roland could not see the ritual objects he needed.

Rose did find something interesting.

""Coaster's Silent Grip", starting price, one thousand gold pounds. "

It was a hand-shaped pendant.

Black and skinny.

Like dried animal claws.

"... To be honest, I hope that one day my hand can be sold for this price... Of course, eleven hundred pounds! Baron Marvin, I have to make sure first, do you like it, or is it mine?"

Laughter.

"Yes, great, twelve hundred pounds! A rare item that can trap an enemy is rare. If you, or your ritualist, are willing to pay a higher price for it... thirteen hundred pounds! The lady from table 16!”

"I have never seen such a beautiful girl. Forgive me, miss..."

"Fourteen hundred pounds! Baron Marvin!"

Roland stared at the pendant on the stage.

…

"Name": Coaster's Silent Grip

"Type": Strange Object (Ritualist)

"Description": A terrible evil spirit resides in it.

A stable and silent wonder.

Just one Book of Eden soaked in holy water every day.

Awakening the wraiths within can cause a restraint effect on targets within thirty feet.

Strongly effective for low-level ritualists.

Weak effect on high-level ritualists.

The effect decreases each time the target passes through a door.

Note: It is not called ‘Coaster’.

NOTE: It will hold your hand, and it will hold your enemy's hand.

NOTE: It requires your hands.

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Compared with many strange objects, "Coaster's Grip" is no longer 'dangerous' - at least it won't kill you.

Roland stared at the claw wrapped in wet prayer paper on the auction table.

"…Two thousand three hundred pounds! An astonishing price!"

"Two thousand four hundred pounds!"

"Baron Marvin...Of course, the gentlemanly thing to do!"

A fat knight not far away turned around with difficulty and raised a red wine glass to greet Rose from afar.

He gave up, and the rare item naturally fell into Rose's hands - the other contenders had already withdrawn when the bidding reached two thousand pounds.

Not everyone can squander their hard-earned gold pounds like a natural faucet that runs just a few twists.

Especially bidding with such an 'obviously rich' lady.

Not a wise move.

In subsequent auctions, Roland could not see anything more interesting. In addition to an old violin that fetched a high price, a rare object that can bring peace of mind was sold for 4,600 pounds - the reason for this price is that it will cost nothing to hold it.

During this period, Miss Rose was particularly interested in another auction item, but under Roland's persuasion, she still held back her eager hand.

An inflatable omen set with rare pink diamonds and woven with gold and silver threads.

It is said that this new self-confidence amplifier fits the skin better than the rigid and rigid ones on the market, and conforms to the 'line' of a real wealthy lady, almost to the extent of 'fake the real thing' - of course, Rose's explanation is:

She was just interested in the pink diamonds on it.

Roland believed her.

Just like he also believed that every night when he was not at home, his uncle and Yam slept on their own beds in a proper manner, and only saw each other in the early morning.

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"...Wake up, Milk Girl. Raise your left hand to this thing in public...I'm afraid Mr. Shelley will ground you for half a year."

"Then you lift it for me, Roland."

"Do you think everyone is a fool?"

In the end, Rose failed to participate in the bidding for this 'precious pink diamond' - although her eyes were mixed with desire and unwillingness, like an underfed baby who found out that another bearded Mr. Baby was giving her daily life to her face. The dinner was gone.

Roland pretended not to see it.

——Interestingly, this ‘pink diamond’ did fetch a high price.

Three hundred pounds.

Photographed by Ms. Burns.

Who else could it be?

Except for a few old gentlemen who raised their hands for their lovers with good-natured teasing, the only woman who could take photos without changing her expression was Burns, whose reputation could not be worse.

After the auction ended, the girl was unhappy after losing the chance of greatness.

They can stay here and continue drinking, or they can go to another equally spacious room on the right to see the items that were not included in the auction.

It was also at this time that Burns finally turned around and headed straight towards Rose.

She intercepted them at the door.

"Miss Shelley."

She was wearing a thin gauze and looked slightly tired.

"Good day, Ms. Burns."

Rose thought for a moment and followed the others in calling her 'Burns' instead of 'Field'.

"I have to apologize to you, little Shelley. In fact, I have seen you a long time ago." The woman put back her hanging hair and smiled at Roland: "I'm afraid you don't like to be surrounded by the noise and interact with those gentlemen one by one. They talked about the weather and traffic in London..."

There was an untimely cunning flash in the corners of her persistent, lowered eyes.

"...When I found out that you did the same thing, I knew I was right. Right?"

Rose pursed her lips and responded softly: "I haven't had the chance to thank you yet, madam. The one you gave me..."

"Shelley...Lillian, can I call you that?" Burns nodded to the gentlemen passing by from time to time, smiling constantly: "...Lillian, don't say thank you anymore. You and your friends helped me. , expelling one that might make my reputation worse...actually, it can't get any worse, right?"

As she spoke, she curtsied to Roland.

"Roland Collins, the Golden Rose of the Inquisition, the most outstanding executive of this generation. I think we should have met a long time ago..."

She looked at the man who was leaning towards him, her eyes swept back and forth between the two of them several times, and she teased: "Maybe I shouldn't stop you here?"

Rose was a little embarrassed.

"...We're going to the side room, Ms. Burns. If it's convenient, would you like to have a drink with me over there and have a chat?"

Burns squeezed the folding fan in his hand and chuckled: "If you need a guide who is familiar with the auction."