Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

The alchemy weapon worth 7 million US dollars is currently unknown about its power - after all, Sotheby's auction house has not arranged a "sword test" session.

If you can move a steel pillar, iron ingot or something, you can still show the sharpness of this alchemy sword.

However, looking at the exhausted look on the man holding the sword, it is most likely that the auction house did not find a hybrid with a high enough bloodline to actually use this weapon.

That's why the auctioneer turned his attention to the distinguished guests in the VIP room on the second floor.

But even if there are hybrids who can use this sword freely, so what?

Times have changed.

No matter how good your swordsmanship is, can you compare to the American Iai, Thomson ripples, and RPG swords?

Therefore, in the eyes of the guests, the collection value of this alchemical weapon is far greater than its actual combat value, and it is not yet certain whether the next-generation species "Mimir" actually exists.

"$7.3 million."

Someone started making offers.

"7.5 million."

"800w."

…

The asking price kept rising and soon soared to 10 million.

"20000000."

The understatement of sound wafting out of the external speakers for the first time simply doubled the price quoted.

The guests looked up one after another and saw the arrogant young man with golden eyes shining in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in the VIP room No. 4.

He still ignored the nearly a thousand glances coming from below, and only saw the alchemy weapon on the stage.

"Twenty million for the first time."

After a few seconds of silence, the auctioneer saw that there was no more bidding sound coming from the speakers on the second floor. He raised his hammer and started the final countdown.

"21 million."

Someone held up a sign, and the two numbers "88" on the number plate were particularly bright.

Donna looked at the boy next to her who was a little too young with an expression of astonishment.

She originally thought that the other party and she were just here to join in the fun, but she didn't expect that they suddenly made a splash and quoted a sky-high price of more than 20 million.

"30 million."

The sound from the loudspeaker in the VIP room upstairs was still understated.

"40 million."

Lu Mingfei raised his sign again and added ten million in one breath.

The guests were in an uproar, and their eyes were on the young Asian boy.

What surprised them was not the price of $40 million, but his courage—the courage to confront those distinguished young people on the second floor.

"50000000."

"60 million."

As soon as the speaker finished speaking, Lu Mingfei raised his sign again without hesitation, determined to win this alchemy sword.

This is a sky-high price, even though all the mixed-race people present on the first floor are at least the CEOs and talkers of some group company, worth hundreds of millions or billions.

But I am not very willing to use a relatively small amount of liquidity such as US$60 million to buy a collectible that has no great use other than collection.

They are self-aware of their bloodline and do not think that they can control this alchemical weapon that tests their bloodline like King Arthur did when he pulled out the sword in the stone.

The bidder in the VIP room No. 4 withdrew his eyes from the stage and glanced at the young man bidding with him below.

He raised his eyebrows and did not continue to quote. He turned and sat back on the sofa chair in the center of the room.

"I remember there was only five million in Little Angel's card, right? Have you transferred money to his account, potato chip girl?"

"It would be a shame if the auction house asked him to come to the accounting office because his account balance was insufficient."

In the VIP room No. 9, Mai Shutoku was also paying attention to the bidding.

She lifted up her pale golden veil, revealing her stunning face, and her red lips left a distinct and seductive mark on the rim of the goblet.

"I just checked. The account name on Little Angel's student ID card is Kassel. We don't even need to give him any money. The secret party will pay for it."

The voice of Potato Chip Girl in the headset was relaxed and cheerful, and she seemed very happy to have saved a lot of money.

For a long-established auction house like Sotheby's, it is natural to have means to deal with such bad behavior as raising prices.

When each guest raising a placard bids in the auction, the financial system will confirm in real time whether his account has corresponding actual funds;

Of course, except for some accounts with special names, these accounts are all Sotheby's VIPs. There is no need to worry about this at all. As long as they shout out the price, it means that they really want to buy.

"Secret party? Is this old guy Angers going to spend a lot of money to tie the little angel to the dragon-slaying chariot?"

Mai Shutoku said.

"It's not his money, it's the secret party's."

"The Secret Party is a giant monopoly group that controls the 'Syndicates' and 'Trusts' in Europe and the United States. The wealth flowing out from under their fingernails is in the billions. Buying something worth tens of millions is simply a waste."

"Didn't Angers want the little angel to come forward and become a weapon? Then he would definitely not be stingy with the little angel's money to buy weapons for himself."

…

"The third time for $60 million! Transaction! Congratulations to guest No. 88 for successfully bidding on this alchemical weapon!"

The auctioneer struck the hammer with a hammer, and the deal was finalized.

The audience burst into polite applause.

"You are so rich."

Donna sighed softly.

"It's not my money."

Lu Mingfei told the truth, but in his heart he was already looking forward to how he would feel when he got the long sword.

His intuition told him that this alchemical weapon was more than what it seemed.

As the sixth auction item fetched the highest price so far, many people began to pay attention to who the young man No. 88 is, and they are also looking forward to what fierce bidding will erupt in his next sale. Come.

The seventh auction item is a bronze blowtorch, which can spit out very fierce flames. It is an alchemical product. The starting price was US$900,000 and the transaction price was US$7.6 million.

The eighth auction item is the Saraville Knife, known as one of the weirdest weapons in the world. Elizabeth Bartel gave it this name in the 17th century and used it to slit the throats of thousands of young girls.

It was identified as an alchemical weapon, containing a complete and highly offensive alchemical matrix field.

This time, the guests in the VIP private room on the second floor took action one after another. The starting price of US$3 million soared to US$32 million in the rounds of bidding, and was finally purchased by the distinguished guests sitting in the VIP room No. 7.

Lu Mingfei saw that familiar figure. The person who bought the Saravel Knife was Angers. At this time, he was talking and laughing with a beautiful young brown-haired woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The ninth item...the tenth item...

It wasn't until the thirteenth auction item was brought that Lu Mingfei picked up the sign again.

"The previous auction items all contain incomplete or complete alchemical fields, which are mysterious knowledge and technologies belonging to the ancient dragon clan..."

"And today's thirteenth auction item is a book that records a method of constructing the alchemical field."

The auctioneer uncovered the red velvet cloth on the tray, and what was exposed to the spotlight was an ancient and broken book with about twenty pages. The pages were made of parchment, revealing a mysterious atmosphere from ancient times.

"What is recorded above is a field of alchemy that is applied to objects to make the object itself lighter but retain its mass. To use a Chinese idiom to describe it, it is 'a heavy weight seems to be light.'"

"This is an alchemical technology that can break the laws of physics! Think about it, if this alchemical field acts on weapons, or even military vehicles, rockets..."

The auctioneer's eloquent tongue kept introducing the alchemy field recorded in this ancient book.

"Is there a specific formula? For example, a specific numerical ratio of weight reduction."

someone asked loudly.

An awkward but polite smile appeared on the auctioneer's face:

"I'm sorry, Sotheby's Auction House can only initially interpret this general information about the alchemy field, and there are not enough conditions to construct the field."

The guests burst into low laughter, and it was immediately clear that what the auctioneer had just said was empty talk - commonly known as painted cakes.

Unless there is a master alchemist, there is little point in buying this ancient book and it can only be used as a collection.

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, the ancient book on construction, which is very important in the field of alchemy, is now up for auction."

"The starting price is US$700,000, and each bid increase shall not be less than US$50,000."

"Compared to other things, this book is cheap..."

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised and prepared to bid.

One of the biggest problems with the model armor he wants to equip is the weight. If the weight can be reduced, the corresponding power assistance system can also be optimized and reduced.

"850,000."

"950,000."

"1000000."

…

The guests present obviously had little interest in the book, and only a few people raised placards to bid.

But the distinguished guests on the second floor are more interested. They all come from mixed-race families with a long history. Buying this ancient alchemy book can at least enrich the family's heritage.

The bidding price quickly soared to 10 million, but compared with previous auctions, the scope and speed of this bidding seemed relatively slow.

Because the coquettish old guy in private room No. 7 never had any intention of bidding.

They all knew the identity of Angers and the alchemist master who belonged to the same force as him.

Under such conditions, the other party should not remain silent.

"11 million!"

Seeing the silence on the price, Lu Mingfei raised his number plate and started quoting.

His move immediately aroused the interest of the guests on the first floor, and the young man used his courage and financial resources to bid for the second time to the distinguished guests on the second floor.

However... those VIPs also seemed to have lost interest in bidding.

After a few seconds, the auctioneer looked around and saw no one was bidding, so he had to raise his hammer and start the countdown:

"On the 88th, 11 million once! 11 million twice! 11 million three..."

Just when the small wooden hammer in the auctioneer's hand was about to hit, someone bid:

"Twelve million."

The bidding sound came from the loudspeaker in VIP Room No. 1. A young man with black hair stood in front of the glass with a smile, and his shining golden eyes stared at Lu Mingfei in the guest seat below.

"1500 dollars."

Lu Mingfei raised the price by three million.

After a few more seconds of silence, no one bid, and the auctioneer started counting down as usual:

"On the 88th, 15 million once! 15 million twice! 15 million three..."

"16 million."

As if they had made an appointment, the guest in the VIP room No. 3 made a new bid at the right moment when the hammer fell.

The guests began to think that things were getting interesting, and they all looked at the young man No. 88 as if they were watching a good show.