Chapter 116 Abraham is not a human? ? (2)
At this moment, Ron's heart suffered an extremely violent shock.
Ron speculated through various clues, combined with his memories of the game in his previous life, and read Patridge's notes. He got the name Patridge Abraham from the notes, and finally confirmed one thing: old Father Abraham was the sage Patridge who had died a thousand years ago. However, Ron never expected that the answer he had worked so hard to get would be overturned by himself in such a short time.
Father Abraham, not Partridge, he...is not even a human being!
It was an indescribable feeling that made Ron feel as if caterpillars were crawling all over his body, and goose bumps appeared on his skin.
The improvement of his realm strengthened the connection between Ron and the Soul Ferry Boat, and even allowed Ron to slightly leverage the power of the Soul Ferry Boat...
This power can allow Ron to see the truth hidden by falsehood! Ron was horrified when he saw it.
What kind of existence is that...
He has the same body as humans... No, not a body, but rather, a layer of human skin.
There was not a single internal organ inside the skin. All the internal organs had been hollowed out, and instead there were countless twisted, gray-black faces. The faces were filled with pain and were constantly wriggling inside the skin of old Father Abraham. They opened their mouths, as if they were making silent wails.
A large number of human faces were tangled together, forming irregular masses, which occasionally formed bulges on Father Abraham's skin.
Some of the faces were still chewing something, and occasionally a piece of dark brown intestine could be seen.
In an instant, Ron's stomach began to cramp violently, and stomach acid surged up, almost reaching his throat.
If you look more closely, you can even see a translucent thread on Father Abraham's body.
The other side of the thread was connected to the void, and no one knew where it led to.
The most terrifying thing is that Abraham was completely unaware of his condition and his soul was serene and peaceful.
After a few brief seconds, Ron suddenly felt very tired and his head was buzzing, as if he had stayed up for two nights in an Internet cafe.
Ron knew that although his strength had improved, prying the power on the Soul Ferry still placed a severe burden on his body and mind, and he could not sustain this state for too long.
Taking a deep breath, Ron withdrew from the special spiritual vision.
Looking at old Father Abraham opposite him again, there was even more pity in Ron's eyes.
He is not Partridge, he is not even Abraham, he is just a poor wretch who thinks he is a saint.
He was just a puppet controlled by a more mysterious and more powerful strange existence... Sadly, he knew nothing about his own situation and still acted according to the script arranged for him by the mysterious existence.
It seemed as if that was his own will.
Perhaps this is the sad feeling of being a chess piece controlled by fate?
Ron thought he had caught the tail of fate, but after reading Partridge's notes, he felt a little contemptuous of this saint who replaced Archibald.
But now, he took back the idea.
Even Hermann, the chess piece that the repairman found temporarily, was very difficult to deal with. As an important chess piece on the chessboard of fate, how could Patridge be an easy person to deal with?
Ron exhaled, and the paleness on his face faded at a very fast speed. He soon returned to normal, and then walked towards Father Abraham. This strange priest obviously noticed Ron's presence, and a kind smile appeared on his face, just like when Ron first met him.
He greeted Father Abraham and then slowly left the church, giving up his original plan to provoke Father Abraham and try to anger Abraham and make him reveal his flaws.
To Abraham this meant nothing.
We came to the street and took a horse-drawn carriage to the Bauhinia Auction.
It was evening now, but the weather was gradually turning autumnal, and a little chill had already seeped in. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into my eyes, red as if a burning flame.
There were already many more people at the entrance of the Bauhinia Auction House. It was obvious that the publicity over the previous period of time had achieved quite good results, and many experts came from all directions.
There are more nobles, and many of them are of very noble status.
Although they had made preparations in advance and mobilized a lot of people from the headquarters to maintain order, the Bauhinia Auction House still underestimated the sensation caused by the enhanced +10 weapons. All the exhibits in the hall had been moved away, but it still seemed very crowded.
Groups of three or five people gathered together, talking in low voices. The noisy sound kept drilling into the ears, making it difficult to discern what they were saying.
Loggins was in charge of the on-site dispatch. This tall, middle-aged man had maintained his signature smile on his face for who knows how many hours, and his skin and muscles seemed stiff.
Suddenly, he saw Ron. His eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded slightly to the guest in front of him, as if apologizing. Then he quickly parted the crowd and walked towards Ron.
"Sir, you are finally here." The smile on Logins' face finally fell, and he said to Ron bitterly, then nodded slightly to Charlene and Cecilia beside Ron as a greeting.
Even though he was a professional, he couldn't keep smiling for such a long time.
Of course, no matter how tired he was, Ron could still see the strong excitement in Logins' eyes... With so many rich people, it is conceivable that the price of the Thunderfire Sword will be raised to a rather exaggerated level.
As the appraiser of this auction item, Loggins can earn a considerable commission.
"Why are so many people gathered here? Why don't they go to the auction?" Ron looked around and asked curiously.
"Of course, this requires verification of qualifications." Loggins spread his hands and said.
The so-called qualifications naturally refer to the money that one brings. The Bauhinia Auction House will not allow those without money to enter and disrupt the normal order.
If a priceless treasure is bought by someone at a very high price, but he is extremely poor, wouldn't the Bauhinia Auction House lose a lot of money? You can't just kill the other person to vent your anger, right?
Well, Bauhinia Auction House did do this kind of thing, but even so, the loss cannot be compensated.
"These are all nobles!" Ron was a little curious.
"Oh, my good brother, believe me, Bauhinia Auction House won't care about this." Loggins smiled and said, "Come, please come this way. I'll take you to the scene. Your box has been prepared for a long time."
“Don’t I need to verify my qualifications?”
"Don't worry, you are a gold member of our auction." Logins smiled and took Ron through a small door next to him.
In the long corridor, the noise in the hall suddenly stopped.
It can be seen that the sound insulation measures here are quite good.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Loggins walked quickly in front, and kept talking: "Sir, believe me, you are going to make a fortune this time. Do you know that the headquarters of the Bauhinia Auction House has obtained a reinforcement transfer scroll, which can transfer the reinforcement of one piece of equipment to another piece of equipment."
"Originally, although this Enhancement Transfer Scroll is rare, its value is not very high. After all, few people would enhance equipment that is not suitable for them... Well, except for the case of your mat."
Loggins seemed to be very talkative. He was eager to share his joy with others. Facing those noble guests, Loggins could only suppress the excitement in his heart. However, when facing Ron, he didn't need to pretend at all: "You can understand..."
"What effect will it have when the Enhancement Transfer Scroll and the Thunderfire Sword with an Enhancement of +10 are used together? Even strong people whose attributes are not compatible with this weapon will have a strong interest in it. They can buy it and go back to transfer the enhancement to their own weapon... In this way, the competition will be more intense and the price will soar."
"I'm very sorry, the auction house has decided to auction the Enhanced Transfer Scroll and the Thunderfire Sword together, and the auction house will take a 10% share from the sale."
"I know that this number is definitely much higher than the original value of the transfer scroll, but I believe that when the two are combined, the price of the Thunderfire Sword will be at least 50% higher than before... We should have obtained your consent, but we have been unable to contact you. We can only make the decision privately. I hope you will not be angry."
Combination sales, an old trick.
"It's okay. You know more about this than I do." Ron nodded slowly and said.
Loggins breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Ron would get angry about this. After all, many strong people have strange and unpredictable temperaments.
After walking a few dozen steps, a dazzling light suddenly came from the front.
A spacious meeting room appeared in front of Ron.
The entire venue looked somewhat similar to the seating arrangement in a movie theater, with a conical inclination and densely packed seats forming a circle, with the auction table at the center.
Right at the highest point of the seats was a circle of private rooms, which were obviously reserved for the most distinguished and wealthiest guests.
"Box number seven is for you."
Pointing to the box high beside him, Logins said, while stuffing a number plate into Ron's hand.
"Everything you want is in the box. If you want, you can even call a maid to serve you." Loggins smiled in a way that all men understand: "Of course, sir, you don't need it."
After all, Ron already had a beautiful nun by his side, and the appearance of this nun alone was incomparable to those maids and waiters in the Bauhinia Auction House.
The other one, although not as beautiful as a fairy, but her figure...
The gentleman really is a person who knows how to enjoy life.
Ron nodded and glanced around the venue.
There were not many people seated in the venue. Instead, some familiar nobles were gathered together and chatting. It didn't look much different from the outside.
But there is one place that is obviously more crowded than the others.
There were a lot of men there... and in the middle was a woman.
Under the light, her long hair shines as bright as gold... No matter how noisy or crowded the crowd is, she is always so dazzling.
Princess Dolores!
Almost at the same time, Dolores seemed to have telepathy and seemed to have sensed something. She looked towards Ron, and her golden eyes suddenly brightened.
The next second, Dolores pushed through the crowd and walked towards Ron.
Ron sighed. He knew that trouble was coming! Chapter 2 is here. The next chapter will be released in an hour.
(End of this chapter)