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The crystal chandelier of the auction house illuminated the grayish-white arm bone on the stand, and the dark red spell pulsated like a blood vessel under the light.

The air froze as the orc representative's hoarse quotation voice said, "Four hundred thousand gold coins!"

The agent in Irina's box immediately raised his sign: "Four hundred and five thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!" The orc's fangs were bared and his eyes were full of ferocity.

"Five hundred thousand for one time! Gentlemen, it seems this orc friend from the Mad Wolf Clan is determined to get this relic offering. Is there a higher price?"

"Five hundred thousand twice! Speaking of which, even if the remains of an epic master are used to forge weapons, there should be a chance of achieving epic status. Five hundred thousand still seems like a big profit! Does anyone want it, sir?"

"Five hundred thousand three times...!"

Just as the bone hammer was about to fall—

Boom!!!

A loud noise like muffled thunder came from the direction of the west side hall, and the whole building shook violently!

Dust fell from the ceiling, the chandelier swayed wildly, and turbid light and shadow swept across the astonished faces of the audience.

"What's going on?!" the auctioneer screamed, holding onto the podium.

The harsh sound of metal scraping cut through the air.

The main water pipe near the load-bearing wall burst completely, and the sewage mixed with swamp anti-rust oil broke through the partition wall like a black dragon, rushing into the hall along with hissing blood-sucking vines!

The greasy stench instantly overwhelmed the smell of spices, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"It's on fire! Run!" Mark's hoarse roar exploded in the chaos.

He knocked over the champagne towers stacked beside him, and the golden wine mixed with greasy and dirty water flowed everywhere.

Almost at the same time, the vines controlled by Anna wrapped around several wall lamps, and electric sparks flashed with "crackling" sounds, and several flammable curtains suddenly burst into flames!

"Fire! There is really a fire!" The ladies' screams blew the roof off.

The crowd was like a hornet's nest, pushing and trampling towards the exit.

The jeweler Paris was pushed down, his fat body stuck between the overturned seats, struggling in vain.

The gray-robed wizard outside Irina's box was about to cast a spell to put out the fire when he was knocked to the ground by the fleeing crowd.

"Protect the lady!" The shadow guard's shout seemed faint amid the noise.

Four dark shadows tried to form a formation, but were scattered by the panicked nobles.

A diamond-studded high-heeled shoe stepped hard on the instep of a shadow guard, and another was pushed against the pillar by a fat man who was fleeing in panic and could not move.

It’s not that the shadow guards are weak, they can’t even push away these nobles who are ordinary professionals.

But most of these nobles have extraordinary identities, and they dare not attack others easily for fear of causing trouble to their masters.

So they could only protect Irina and retreat into the treasure chest temporarily.

With the gray-robed wizard here, they are all safe as long as the fire has not spread.

In the box on the second floor, Irina's face turned pale.

The dark blue halo that protected the gem flickered in the chaos, illuminating the shock and anger that appeared in her eyes for the first time.

She held on to the fence tightly, her eyes piercing downwards like a knife.

How dare someone disrupt her plan!

It seemed that the auction item was about to be taken back to the tribe by the Mad Wolf’s men!

Her father's plan was about to enter a new stage, but now it has been ruined!

Right now!

On the side of the booth, a dark red shadow moved.

Monica tore open the cumbersome fishtail skirt, revealing the tight black outfit underneath.

The curly wig was pulled off and thrown away, and the long wine-red hair spread out like a waterfall of blood, revealing a branding scar on the left back of the neck that looked like an eagle's claw.

She tiptoed over the overturned display case, and like a shadow thicker than the darkness, she swept across the chaotic hall and landed directly on the central exhibition stand!

A flash of cold light!

The dagger at his waist was unsheathed, easily cutting through the red silk, revealing the arm bone that was being auctioned underneath.

The remains of Skullcrusher Gronn reflected an ominous light amidst the devastation.

"You're looking for death!" The nearest auction house guard finally broke free from the crowd and stabbed Monica in the back with a dagger carrying a chilling wind.

Without even turning her head, Monica swung her left hand backhand.

laugh--!

A cloud of glittering dust mixed with phosphorus powder and paralyzing potion exploded in front of the shadow guard!

The shadow guard groaned and covered his eyes, and the attack stopped abruptly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Monica touched her clothes on her chest with her fingertips.

Xiaomu's mimicry bra instantly softened and deformed, wrapping around a pre-hidden magic loudspeaker.

Its gelatinous form held it perfectly in place in front of her collarbone.

"Quiet, gentlemen and ladies! I have something to announce!" Monica's voice was amplified by magic, piercing through all the noise like an icicle.

The chaos suddenly stopped, and countless eyes were focused on the booth.

The nobles who usually appear righteous and noble now seem a little confused and ignorant.

Just waiting to see what Monica will say in this situation.

Could it be that some extremist forces surrounded the auction house and wanted their family to pay a ransom?

Or is it some hostile kingdom or race that wants to wipe out all these nobles and then reach some political deal?

Just when everyone thought so.

"Please look at the third princess of the Karl Kingdom, the new generation mistress of the Bellucci family—Irina Bellucci!"

Monica's voice echoed throughout the auction house, and the sharp blade of the dagger pointed directly at the slightly angry face in the box on the second floor.

With her other hand, she held up the blood-stained torn paper, and the magic projection instantly magnified it and made it float in the air.

[…Irina and Leonard were at the altar…They…changed my medicine…The sacrifice failed…]

The scribbled handwriting and dark brown bloodstains are clearly visible under the magical light and shadow!

"She poisoned her husband, the former head of the Bellucci family!"

Monica's accusation was a death knell.

The crowd was silent, even their running had stopped, leaving only the crackling of the burning flames.

Not that the nobles present thought this was a big deal.

Instead, they finally realized that they might be witnessing an ethical drama of a top aristocratic family at the auction today.

I don’t know when was the last time I had such a good show.

"No! Slander! Catch her!" Irina screamed with a distorted tone of panic.

She was not worried about being known for trying to seize the power of the Bellucci family, but since this bastard from the Bellucci family even found out about that matter.

I'm afraid more of what she and Leonard did has already been known!

We must not let this bastard continue talking!

The gray-robed wizard struggled to get up, and the light of attack magic lit up at his fingertips.

Monica is faster!

Before the attack magic came, she had already escaped into the shadows and blended in with the group of nobles who had no intention of escaping!

"Look at the 'good work' she did for the Karl royal family!" Monica shouted.

Xiao Mu simultaneously projected a magical image of the "Purification Resistance Potion Delivery List," with Irina's cursive annotation at the end glaringly eye-catching:

[The deadlock on the front line is conducive to premium prices, and an additional 30% supply will be added.]

The signature is extremely clear!

Finally, there was the "Special Order" with the personal seal of Karl III, which authorized the Bellucci family to deliver "strategic materials" to the Blood Claw Tribe of Orcs. The gold-plated words on it looked like burning evidence in the firelight!