The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

So from the very beginning, Aslan looked careless.

When Legendary weapons appeared several times, Yitzhak's heartache and breathing could not help speeding up, but Aslan dismissed it.

A hillbilly who has never seen the world.

If Yitzhak knew, the blood-colored long sword on Nomiri's waist sitting next to Aslan was a legendary weapon, and a legendary revolver stick was pinned to the bottom of the skirt on the other side, let alone Nomiri's dark suit. armor.

From the beginning to the end of the legendary equipment, Yitzhak didn't know if he was shocked and speechless.

Yitzhak also noticed that Aslan was indifferent and asked curiously.

"What? Aslan, you still look down on these legendary weapons?"

Aslan nodded very pretentiously.

"I really don't look at it. The craftsmanship and skills are average, and they are built entirely on materials."

Yitzhak was silent for a moment and looked at Aslan deeply, not wanting to talk to him.

He suspected Aslan was pretending to be coercive, but he just took it without evidence.

Aslan took out his M500 gun stick and placed it on the table.

"This is my legendary gun stick, look!"

Yitzhak glared at Aslan with a shocked face, quickly put the gun stick in the dark, then picked it up and checked it, and then he found that Aslan really didn't lie, it was really a legendary gun stick.

"This is the magic wand of the spear stick?"

Aslan nodded indifferently.

"You made this yourself?" Yitzhak took a deep breath and said.

Aslan nodded and said, "My magical talent is about engraving magic circuits."

For the rest, Yitzhak didn't ask any more, he finally understood why the Marquis of Medea could soar so much in a short period of time.

Aslan's talent for the magical arts is definitely a heaven-defying level. If he is not a disciple of the Marquis of Medea, the teacher highly values ​​Aslan, and Yitzhak has the urge to take Aslan back to the academy.

"It's not difficult to produce this short spear stick, can you help me make one..." Yitzhak asked tentatively.

Aslan nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.

"Yes, but you are responsible for the materials. The construction materials of the magic wand must be coordinated by yourself, and the final magic inscription must be completed by yourself. This is a soul-bound weapon."

Yitzhak nodded, looking at the spear stick in front of him, his hands trembled slightly, it turned out to be a soul-bound weapon.

This is a legendary magic weapon, even the Great Magister would not do it, because every legendary weapon and prop can be passed down as a family heritage, but once bound to the soul, once Aslan is dead, this The gun stick completely loses its function and becomes an ornament.

"Can you not be soul bound?" Yitzhak asked tentatively.

Aslan pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, but this kind of short spear stick is absolutely not good, long spear stick is completely fine."

Yitzhak was overjoyed, he cared about the length, he only cared about the legend.

Joshua’s magic wand was put on the last stage. During this period, Aslan only sold a beautiful elven scimitar, which is said to be an epic weapon. Relying on weapons with epic materials, there are not many magic circuits on them, and there is still room for further upgrades, which can be bought back as gifts for Veretta.

"Come on, it's the teacher's magic wand." Yitzhak's voice suddenly sounded in Aslan's ears. Obviously, he was using magical sound transmission.

Aslan clearly noticed that the atmosphere of the entire auction was slowly freezing. Obviously, many people present knew the origin of this magic wand.

"This is a magic wand used by the great magician for many years. It is called Thunderstorm, a legendary magic wand. It was brought from abroad by the auction house with great effort..."

The auctioneer began to explain the thunderstorm magic wand continuously, and continued to spread that this magic wand was very expensive and very powerful.

But when the auction started, the atmosphere was unexpectedly quiet, and there was no one bidding.

Aslan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you all embarrassed to speak? Then I'm here to make a splash, half a million!"

When the auctioneer heard someone bidding, he was relieved and exclaimed in a high tone.

"The Duke of Uzmi has offered a price, the first time with half a million!"

"Is there anyone asking for a price, 500,000 yuan for the second time!"

"Five hundred and ten thousand!" Aslan said casually.

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became cold, Uzmi looked at Aslan very curiously, and said with a smile: "Six hundred thousand!"

Aslan responded with a smile.

"Six hundred and one hundred thousand!"

Uzmi looked at Patrick with a very simple meaning. This is your family affair, you have to deal with it, he is not ready to mix it up.

Patrick frowned slightly and said directly: "800,000 gold coins."

The atmosphere of everyone present suddenly became weird, and the price far exceeded expectations.

In fact, they had already made up their minds to take this magic wand and booked the price.

They know very well that there must be a trust from the Maxim Federation at the auction, so as long as someone other than them bids, they will not buy it collectively. Let the trustee eat this thing by himself, and the Maxim Federation will lose. , They are simply reaping the benefits of the fisherman.

But when the auction started, the atmosphere was unexpectedly quiet, and there was no one bidding.

Aslan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you all embarrassed to speak? Then I'm here to make a splash, half a million!"

When the auctioneer heard someone bidding, he was relieved and exclaimed in a high tone.

"The Duke of Uzmi has offered a price, the first time with half a million!"

"Is there anyone asking for a price, 500,000 yuan for the second time!"

"Five hundred and ten thousand!" Aslan said casually.

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became cold, Uzmi looked at Aslan very curiously, and said with a smile: "Six hundred thousand!"

Aslan responded with a smile.

"Six hundred and one hundred thousand!"

Uzmi looked at Patrick with a very simple meaning. This is your family affair, you have to deal with it, he is not ready to mix it up.

Patrick frowned slightly and said directly: "800,000 gold coins."

The atmosphere of everyone present suddenly became weird, and the price far exceeded expectations.

In fact, they had already made up their minds to take this magic wand and booked the price.

They know very well that there must be a trust from the Maxim Federation at the auction, so as long as someone other than them bids, they will not buy it collectively. Let the trustee eat this thing by himself, and the Maxim Federation will lose. , They are simply reaping the benefits of the fisherman.

But when the auction started, the atmosphere was unexpectedly quiet, and there was no one bidding.

Aslan's eyes narrowed slightly.