Chapter 61 Conversation and Cooperation (Thank you to Bit Dark’s four and a half leaders!!! Thanks to your loving father for your blessing!!!)

The proud bloodline of the mixed breeds was severely slapped to pieces, and the young people who thought they were lions turned into trembling lambs under the sight of the death angel below.

The opponent is not the young Arthur who wants to pull out the sword from the stone and become king, but Kratos who is holding the Sword of Olympus to slay the gods!

The fun-filled teasing episode of the young people ended in their most humiliating and embarrassing appearance. Fenrir, the giant wolf who devoured Odin, shook off its disguise and stared at their group of barking huskies indifferently.

Several guests, including Clarissa Donna, who were sitting near Lu Mingfei, were like drowning people. They felt that the air had become as thick as gelatin, almost suffocating and collapsing.

"50000000."

Lu Mingfei turned around, staring at the stage with blazing eyes, and his cold words rang out in the dead silent opera house.

The auctioneer struggled with his arms and held on to the display table to prevent him from collapsing on the ground.

The other party's gaze seemed to turn into a sharp knife on his neck. This was not a bid, this was an order!

Now that the rules of the auction have been decided by Lu Mingfei, no one dares to raise a sign to bid under such pressure.

In fact, even if Lu Mingfei just walked down and took the things, no one present could stop him.

"50 million...the first time."

The auctioneer struggled to lift the small wooden hammer in his hand. At this time, he only felt that the small wooden hammer seemed to be extremely heavy.

"Second time...deal!"

The small hammer in the auctioneer's hand fell on the display table. He didn't even dare to say it for the third time and just made the deal.

Lu Mingfei raised his head again and glanced at the frightened children in the private room upstairs. The golden light in his eyes gradually faded away.

The weight of the mountain hanging over the heads of nearly a thousand people in the opera house also lightened, but even so, most people still lay on their chairs with their heads in their hands, not daring to raise their heads.

"Sorry."

Lu Mingfei softly apologized to Donna, whose face was flushed and gasping for air like a drowning person regaining fresh air.

Then, he walked straight down the guest seat.

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The auction was undoubtedly temporarily interrupted, and many guests were left traumatized.

Sotheby's auction house had to postpone the auction of several subsequent auction items for half a month.

The only happy person is probably the seller of the "Easy to Work" alchemy field construction book. The starting price of 700,000 US dollars has been raised to 50 million, which has increased dozens of times.

In the financial room of Sotheby's Auction House, the auction house assistants and financial managers were nervously handling the follow-up transaction procedures for the auction items.

They didn't even dare to look at the young man sitting on the sofa who affected the entire auction.

Even though what flows in those pupils is no longer blazing lava, but calm and clear water.

"Mr. Lu...your payment has been completed, and now these two items belong to you..."

The financial manager came over and bowed respectfully, not daring to look directly at Lu Mingfei.

"Um."

Lu Mingfei nodded, stood up and walked to the exhibit table, reaching for the silver two-handed sword lying quietly in the mahogany box.

The vine-shaped hilt was cool and comfortable to hold. He tried to wave it twice with one hand. The weight of more than 40 kilograms was still light for him - it was obvious that he had passed the alchemy field where this sword tested his bloodline.

He could even feel the machine soul inside the long sword - or the living spirit chirping in joy, as if it was warmly welcoming his new master.

The staff of the auction house were not surprised that this guest could easily wield this alchemical weapon. The golden eyes that shocked the audience just now proved the purity of this young guest's bloodline.

"The blade is a bit thin...and adding an extra drop of the Holy Blood symbol will make it even more perfect."

Lu Mingfei looked at the double-wing-shaped long sword rungs and felt that it would be even more perfect if a bright red drop of the holy blood symbol could be added to the middle of the rungs.

"Go back and get the machine... ah no, it's Watt Alheim, let them see if they can get it up."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"Is there anything I can try this sword on?"

He looked at the financial manager huddled in the corner and asked.

"I...you can try everything in this room...as long as you don't try it on me..."

The financial manager showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the things in the finance room, and after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. For things like sword testing, he still had to find aliens.

He wrapped the alchemy sword in red velvet silk in a wooden box, took an ancient book on the alchemy field in another wooden box, and walked out of the room.

Angers was leaning on the corridor, his hands in his pockets, humming an aria.

"Perfect performance. After tonight, the entire mixed-race world will feel your edge."

He smiled and praised.

"I want to serve as a flag."

Lu Mingfei said, raising the long sword in his hand, "This should be mine, right?"

"Of course, the school trustees wouldn't mind paying for a new weapon for our flag."

"That's good. I remember you said you wanted to meet your old friends?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, he is in this auction house. Come with me."

Angers smiled.

The two walked through the VIP passage of the Opera House. Both sides of this long and narrow corridor were filled with imitations of famous paintings, from Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" to Monet's "Vettey Monet's Garden". The crystal chandelier exuded a sense of elegance.

The light cast a crimson veil between blood and roses on them.

When he reached Leonardo da Vinci's "Battle of Anghili" painting, Angers stopped.

A crimson door hidden in the wall opened, and Lu Mingfei saw a skinny old man wearing round-frame glasses and a cowhide roll-brimmed hat.

The man looked like a retired Texas Ranger with a frayed police badge on his hat.

The old man's pale golden eyes were also looking at him. After a while, he showed a gentle smile:

"It seems that you have found someone who can take your place, Angers."

"I'm not retired yet, Henkel."

Angers smiled and introduced:

"Federis von Henkel, nicknamed Fast Henkel, the world's top sharpshooter and cowboy, my old friend and old rival."

"Lu Mingfei, an S-class freshman at Cassel College, the most talented dragon slayer in history."

"I just experienced his sharpness through the TV screen," Henkel stretched out his skinny palm to Lu Mingfei, "Hello, Lu Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei returned the greeting.

"I know what you want to ask. Come in and chat, I've prepared the best island whiskey."

Henkel said.

There are 9 high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sits on each chair.

They were well dressed, and they all wore a thick and simple silver ring on their index finger. On the ring were different totems, representing their respective family emblems.

It was obvious that their status was quite extraordinary, but their expressions were full of uneasiness and panic.

Especially after seeing the young man who entered the room with the old cowboy, this emotion reached the extreme.

It seemed like I was back in the opera hall just now, when I was stared at by those terrifying golden vertical pupils.

Lu Mingfei also noticed that they were the hybrids who were sitting in the VIP room on the second floor just now.

He just glanced at it without stopping too much.

"The young people in the family have been offended just now. I'm very sorry. Please believe that they have no ill intentions towards you."

The smile on Henkel's face faded a little and he said in a deep voice.

Lu Mingfei refused to comment.

"Is this the young representative of your generation?"

Angers glanced around at these well-dressed young people.

"Yes, they are all outstanding young people from various families. Some of the old guys of your generation and mine are dead, and some are lying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes in their throats."

"Dragon blood is not a good thing for us. Disease will not take our lives, but organ failure cannot be changed."

Henkel said, looking at Ange with envy in his eyes, "But you are still as vigorous as a young man."

"Let's put aside the small talk for now, Henkel. You know I've come to you for business."

Angers sat at the table and ignored the young people.

"Of course, I know you are here for the 'Emperor'."

Henkel picked up the whiskey from the ice bucket and poured a glass each for Angers and Lu Mingfei.
To be continued...