"By the way, Lao Zhao."
"hold head high?"
"I have a piece of shadow matter here. I remember your family has a share in the San Marco World Auction Hall. Please help me bid for it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Manyan exclaimed, "Shadow Matter, such a rare thing, you also have it?! What level?"
"At least it can match the soul species."
"Oh my god, I've made a fortune." Zhao Manyan said with envy, "There are a lot of rich people in Venice now, most of them are mages, and many of them who practice shadow magic don't have shadow materials. If you show up, won't you be snatched away like crazy?"
"What is Shadow Matter? Is it valuable?" Mo Fan was a little confused.
"Aren't you a shadow mage? You don't even know this."
Zhao Manyan was speechless. He explained the matter of shadow matter to Mo Fan again before continuing the previous topic.
“Leave it to me. Mo Fan also wants to buy some things for Little Flame Princess and Old Wolf to upgrade. The Elemental Holy Spirit upgrade to Commander requires Soul Seeds, which are not cheap.”
"Stop talking. I want dark matter again now." Mo Fan said while glancing at Bai Mo.
"You want it?"
"hold head high."
"If you want it, bid for it. If you win, it's yours."
He would not give away the shadow matter casually, as he was short of money, especially after saving Jingwei and using up all his spirit.
Walking through Piazza San Marco, the magnificent San Marco World Auction Venue is right in front of you. The majestic building gives people a sense of calmness, and with the two winged lions in front of the main hall, it is even more solemn and majestic!
"Zhao Manyan!"
As soon as I entered the hall, a man wearing beach pants and sunglasses came over.
"Brother, you are so busy, but you came to pick me up."
Zhao Manyan looked at the man and said excitedly.
When Bai Mo, who was standing by, heard this, he stopped looking around the hall and glanced at the man.
This man is Zhao Manyan's ruthless brother. The man in sunglasses raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you here?"
“I said I would come.”
"Oh, I don't care. You know, I'm not like you. My time is precious. It costs hundreds of millions of dollars every minute. Understand?" The man in sunglasses waved his hand.
This look does make him look like he deserves a beating, of course, if he were Zhao Manyan.
Bai Mo had no intention of listening to the two brothers' ensuing bickering, or Mo Fan's ridicule of Zhao Manyan's indifference. He asked the waiter for a list of recent auctions and looked through it carefully.
However, he ignored people, but people came to him.
"Are you Bai Mo?"
Bai Mo raised his eyes and saw Zhao Yougan taking off his sunglasses and looking at him.
“Obviously.”
"I heard that you saved the young Count Anjou of Italy, and you are considered famous in Europe. I want to bid for it. There happens to be a top auction house in an hour."
Zhao Yougan said this and glanced at Zhao Manyan.
"Look at others, then look at yourself."
"Don't worry." Bai Mo interrupted Zhao Manyan who was about to speak, "I have something else to sell."
"We don't accept ordinary goods here."
"A piece of shadow matter that is at least soul level is not an ordinary thing."
Zhao Yougan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he added, "I have something important to do right now. This thing can be put on display in an hour."
After speaking hurriedly, he left immediately.
“Tsk, you’re quite an interesting brother?” Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan.
"Don't mention it. I'll take you to rest." Zhao Manyan waved his hand helplessly and found a waitress to lead the way.
Bai Mo said, "I'm going to take some photos. You guys go first."
As he spoke, he followed the instructions and entered a room where an auction was about to begin.
When he was looking at the items for auction before, he saw a familiar item, so he did not participate in any top auction as Zhao Yougan suggested, but came to this ordinary session and waited for the item he liked to be served.
The whole hall was relatively quiet. Whether it was the seats in the front or the boxes around it, the only thing that could be heard was the auctioneer's bid.
Everyone can raise the price by simply picking up the tablet at hand and typing in the information.
"The next item is a young Feibo Pseudo-dragon. You know, even a pseudo-dragon can at least reach the commander level, and the Feibo Pseudo-dragon can not only fly, but also has the potential to be a monarch. The starting price is 150 million."
Bai Mo yawned, feeling a little bored.
This is already the third Feibo pseudo-dragon. Was that guy the one who poked the dragon's nest?
However, creatures like dragons are indeed popular among most mages, and are especially the favorites of summoning mages.
Who doesn’t love something that can fight, resist and run?
However, Bai Mo didn't have to wait long. After bidding on another magical tool and an antique, the next antique appeared on the auction table.
An antique that interests Bai Mo.
An illusory projection showed a token on the auction table in the dim hall.
Perhaps in order to make it easier for people to see clearly, the token was projected very large, a full two meters high.
Through the projection, it can be seen that this token is hexagonal, green in color, with mysterious and complex exquisite patterns on one side, and a word written in small seal script engraved on the other side -
horn!
Ever since being ridiculed for being illiterate, Bai Mo has found time to teach himself a lot of small seal characters. Coincidentally, he recognized this character.
There was no need to ask Lingling again and then be laughed at by her.
He sighed and thought to himself, as expected.
This really is a piece that matches the two tokens in his hands, and they look very similar in shape and form.
"As you can see, this is a token, an antique, a magic weapon. It comes from the mysterious and ancient East. According to our tests and the seller's description, it has a magical effect."
"On this token, there is an ancient oriental word that reads 'jiao'. More importantly, there is a fixed magic on it. This magic has only one effect, which is to combine the power of multiple winds."
"Intermediate-level mages can use it to release star maps and fuse spiritual winds. High-level mages can use it to release constellations and fuse soul winds. Super-level mages can do the same, but that will be a fusion of heavenly winds!!"
"You know, it's very difficult to merge two different winds. It takes time to master and practice, but using this token doesn't require that! How magical!"
The auctioneer, wearing glasses and well-dressed, spoke passionately on the spot, but the audience was indifferent.
The truth is that the magic on this token is not attractive, although it is somewhat magical.
But what’s the use of magic? There are only a few wizards in this world who can possess several kinds of wind at the same time.
The key is if it is a fusion of fire, thunder, etc. Maybe some forging masters will be interested.
Because they need for forging, they will try every means to master several types of fire or thunder.
But it doesn’t matter if they don’t have it, Bai Mo has it, he has a lot of it, it’s just a wind seed, one is not enough, two are not many, three will do, he has just enough now.
The more Bai Mo listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he immediately took a picture of the thing.
Only a few people who liked antiques argued with him, but they stopped after two or three rounds.
Even so, he spent 60 million, enough to buy two top-quality spirit seeds.
After the seller rejected his request for a meeting, Bai Mo took the token and walked towards Zhao Manyan and his friends' lounge.
As he walked, he played with the token in his hand. The token was pure green in color, and felt cold and slippery, like the scales of some creature.
He injected magic energy and lit up a constellation. A green wind immediately swirled around him. The origin spiritual wind turned green when it hit him. It was indeed useless.
Rotating the token casually, Bai Mo thought about the words on the other two tokens of the same shape, Di and Fang.
"Lingling, Lingling, even if you don't tell me, now I know what these are."
He glanced at the sky, took out his cell phone, pointed it at the corner order, took a few photos of both sides, and then sent them to Lingling.
Then he threw the phone and the token into the space, and without caring what Lingling replied, he turned around and walked towards Zhao Manyan's lounge, then slowly came to the hall on the first floor.
Standing in front of the window sill in the corridor, Bai Mo said softly: "Miss Ye, it's not good to follow a man."
"Hehe, I was here first, why didn't you say you were following me?"
The shadow behind Bai Mo moved, and Asharuya, wearing a veil, slowly walked out of it, without any embarrassment of being discovered.
"I didn't get under your skirt, and I didn't come out from behind you."
"Then why are you here?" Asharuya opened her bright eyes and stared at him without blinking.
"Obviously." Bai Mo pointed here, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.
"I heard someone discussing that something was lost here."
"Yes, your ears are very sensitive. The sin stone here is lost." Asharuya said faintly with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, that thief has quite unique taste. I wonder if he is good-looking."
Hearing this, Asharuya curled her lips slightly, narrowed her eyes, and said casually:
"Why, are you going to catch him?"
"No, I'm not that protective of the Sin Stone. It's just a pile of stones." Bai Mo shook his head, not to cater to the other party's ideas, but to tell the truth.
The Sin Stone has no power. Its power and meaning are given by people. He doesn't believe this.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to think so. Can you tell me why?" Asharuya's eyes sparkled slightly, and she was obviously a little surprised by his words.
"If the meaning of an object does not lie in itself, what is there to trust?"
"Hehe~" Asharuya laughed, and seemed to agree. "I think so too. To use your words, 'great minds think alike'"
"It's like this. I have some things to do and need to wait for my friend. Maybe we can talk at another time, about something else, like the Tyrant Mountains."
"Sure, I'll pick a place to wait for you. If you don't come, I'll leave."
Asharuya smiled and nodded slightly.
After waving his hand, Bai Mo turned and went upstairs to find Zhao Manyan and the others. After getting the 1.2 billion diamond card obtained from the auction of shadow matter, Bai Mo glanced at them.
Only then did he remember that he was still the captain of the National Team and should understand the team's situation.
"How's the team doing lately?"
“That’s it. The competition hasn’t started yet and everyone is practicing on their own.” Mo Fan said.
"I guess they are all going to absorb the family's resources, such as soul seeds, magic tool sets, etc."
Zhao Manyan shrugged, then looked at Bai Mo, "Oh, by the way, didn't your Bai family give you anything good?"
"No, my situation is similar to yours, we both let it go."
Bai Mo's expression became strange. He hadn't contacted his family for a long time. He really was just wandering around.
"There are people who support free-range, right? This is a national competition after all. Look at my equipment. Did I pick it up?" Zhao Manyan said.
Actually, Zhao Manyan's mother was also from the Bai family, but unfortunately, she was from a branch family and was not of the same generation as the main family, so he and Zhao Manyan were not on close terms.
"I don't know either. Maybe there was a message sent to me, but I didn't read it."
As soon as Bai Mo finished speaking, Mo Fan pointed at him and said, "Oh my god, look at this guy, he doesn't want the benefits that come his way."
Shaking his head, Bai Mo took out his cell phone, but he really didn't see any phone messages from his family.
In fact, he doesn't care. It's better to give him some money or spirit or something.
Because he really has nothing missing now. It’s not quite right to say that he has nothing missing, but the things he lacks are difficult to get.
Take the Mind Stone for example, if it can be sold, it would cost 30 to 40 billion per piece.
Then there are the magic tools. His major is dimension. Generally speaking, the properties of the magic tools should also be in this aspect.
Unless the material of the magic tool is really high-end, such as the emperor's corpse or something, I am talking about a certain Black Dragon Emperor who is about to meet.
However, space-related materials, or materials related to dimensions, such as magic tools and weapons, are hard to find.
The next thing is the soul-repairing magic weapon, he already has this thing, even though it is broken now, but all it needs is soul essence.
In the afternoon, Bai Mo strolled casually on the streets of Venice.
He had no intention of looking for Asharuya, but was looking for a suitable place to chat.
Anyway, there is a phone, so once you have chosen a location, you can just call.
Soon, under the enthusiastic guidance of a local girl, he found a scenic crystal terrace.
Not only can you see the tranquil flowing water, the reflections of European-style buildings with painted windows on both sides, and an exquisite fairy-tale-like arch bridge not far away. However, the couple's resort hotel next to it is a bit eye-catching.
I made a phone call, told the other party my location, and then quietly began to appreciate the beautiful scenery with an ice-cold soda.
Comfort, what a beautiful word, it is what he has always been pursuing, but he has not been very comfortable in recent years.
Who likes the noise of demons' roars and magic bombings?
But it doesn’t matter. The current unrest is for the sake of future comfort.
Soon, a beautiful figure sat down in front of him. Asharuya was wearing loose clothes, but her towering parts were still exposed, and her plump parts were still shocking.
After taking a look, Bai Mo said, "Nice dress, very beautiful."
"Thank you." Asharuya smiled and glanced at him, "I'm hungry."
Bai Mo signaled to the waiter, indicating that the food could be served.
The meal came up quickly, and while eating, Bai Mo said, "Let's talk about Soul Thunder and Tyrant Mountain Range."
After a pause, he continued, "I guess the Soul Thunder is in the Tyrant Mountains?" (End of this chapter)
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