"Ms. Lita! Your new 'Elegy for the Abyss' is simply intoxicating!"
A fat, bloated jeweler whom he had just met at the door came closer, his nostrils flaring.
Monica's fingertips gently hold the crystal fragrance bottle, and the corners of her lips are slightly curved in a charming way:
"Mr. Paris, you're so kind. This melody features moonlit ice moss from the permafrost, and the middle notes incorporate the night-crying nectar of the Lor Swamp... Unfortunately, the water in the capital is too hard, which affects the deep, mellow base."
Her voice was husky and lazy, but her eyes swept across the whole audience casually.
The distribution of guards, magic barrier nodes, and emergency passage locations are all in full view.
Everything was exactly the same as the information that Mark's soul perception conveyed to her.
In the box on the second floor, Irina Bellucci looked down indifferently.
Seeing 'Rita' who instantly attracted the attention of all the men present like a gem after entering the venue, her eyes narrowed coldly.
"Who is that woman? Why haven't I seen her before?"
"He's a new actor at the Nanmo Opera House, and he's been very popular with gentlemen lately."
"Oh! You don't know how to live or die..."
The gray-robed wizard who was about to continue to agree with Irina suddenly put his index finger to his ear and frowned:
"Madam, the auction house's chief water elemental mage, Roman, has been called away. It's said that there's an abnormal water vapor leak in the collection storage room in the west side hall, causing the barrier to fluctuate."
"It's a trivial matter. Even if the other collections are lost, it has nothing to do with us." Irina twisted the guardian gem. "Keep your eyes on the orc in box three. That arm bone cannot be lost."
…
At this moment, in the collection storage room of the west side hall.
"Ouch! This broken pipe!" Enzo's rough voice made the pillars buzz.
The dwarf "drunkenly" swung a copper hammer half a man's height and slammed it on the main water pipe interface on the wall!
The pungent swamp anti-rust oil then slipped from his arms and splashed onto the patterns of the magic circle.
"Stop it! You idiot! What are you doing? Who let you in?!"
Master Roman, who rushed over after hearing the news, was so angry at Enzo's actions that his beard trembled.
If water gets into the collection storage room, the auction house will suffer huge losses!
"Hiccup! Your boss asked me to come here! He said he wanted me to fix the pipes! What, you want to shirk your responsibility?!"
Enzo's voice was louder than Master Roman's.
As a wizard who has been hanging out in upper-class circles for many years, Roman has never seen such a scoundrel with such a self-righteous attitude.
Enzo's drunken eyes widened like bells and he pulled out a roll of wrinkled parchment from his greasy leather apron.
It landed at the feet of Mage Roman, and the fumes of inferior beer sprayed all over his face.
"Open your squinty eyes wide and read it! It's written in black and white! The seal of 'Foul Cellar' is still warm!"
Master Roman suppressed his nausea and picked up the parchment with his fingertips.
Written on the yellowed paper in crooked common language was:
【Emergency Pipeline Repair Request Letter】
Client: Fishy Cellar Auction House (Sealing wax seal: Twisted tentacles wrapped around the treasure chest emblem)
Trustee: Bronzebeard Maintenance Society (Seal: Blurred Hammer and Axe Cross Pattern)
Reason: The main water pipe of the west side hall has a stubborn leak and needs to be immediately demolished and cleared.
Note: If there are any obstacles, necessary measures may be taken to ensure the construction period.
At the end, the name "Balzac" was signed in a flamboyant cursive script.
That was the name of the auction house's logistics manager. As the auction house's chief elemental mage, Roman naturally recognized his signature!
The sloppy handwriting in front of me is 90% similar!
"Is Balzac crazy?!" Mage Roman's fingertips trembled. "This is the collection storage room! Who allowed to use a hammer to hit the pipes near the load-bearing wall?!"
"I don't care if you hide gold or silver!" Enzo kicked the broken pipe that was spewing water. The dirty water mixed with anti-rust oil splashed onto the magic runes on the wall with a "sizzle". The blue light flashed rapidly and then suddenly went out. "See? If this broken pipe is not broken, the whole wall will be soaked!"
He swung the copper hammer again, as if to hit another pillar inlaid with magic crystal.
"Anything that blocks the way should be smashed!"
“Stop—!” Mage Roman was so frightened that he no longer cared about the authenticity of the contract. His staff burst out with a dazzling blue light.
The surging water flowed towards the copper hammer like a giant python, but suddenly lost control when it touched the anti-rust oil on the hammer handle. The high-pressure water column exploded with a "bang", soaking the mage like a drowned chicken.
While Roman was wiping his face, Enzo grinned, revealing his yellow teeth stained with vegetable leaves, and slammed the hammer heavily on the ground.
The vampire vine seeds that Anna had buried in the cracks of the floor tiles grew wildly under the cover of water flow and oil stains, and the dense roots penetrated into the cracks in the water pipes like spider webs.
This chaos has just begun.
Roman's fingertips flashed blue light as he tried to control the water, but the greasy liquid interfered with the conduction of his magic power.
Large amounts of sewage seeped out of the ceiling, and the alarm crystals flashed wildly.
The blood-sucking vines Anna had spawned were drilling through the cracks in the pipes, their roots entwined around the magic circuits and hissing.
That is when it happened.
In the auction hall, the lights suddenly dimmed!
"Dear distinguished guests!" The emcee wiped his sweat and smiled apologetically, "It's just a minor malfunction. The backup lighting will be immediately..."
Before he could finish his words, Mark, disguised as a spice merchant, suddenly knocked over the waiter's tray!
Crash——!
Dozens of bottles of expensive elf flower dew smashed to the ground!
The ladies screamed, covered their noses and retreated, and some of them stepped on the slippery wine and fell during the jostle.
The rich and strange fragrance, mixed with the faint smell of swamp oil that was deliberately blown away by the wind scroll, was not noticed for a while because of the restlessness of the crowd.
The brief chaos passed.
The auctioneer forced himself to remain calm and struck the bone hammer:
"Sorry for the wait! Next item is the Blood Claw Tribe's war relic—the arm bone of 'Skull Crusher' Gronn!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, this arm bone is said to be the relic of an epic warrior from the Orc Tribe. Whether human or orc, as long as you enshrine it in your home, all members of the family will gain powerful basic attributes and even have the opportunity to switch to hidden professions favored by the gods!"
"Those attending this auction include not only the nobles of our Kingdom of Karl, but also friends from some of the orc tribes that have maintained a non-aggression relationship with our kingdom."
“I believe everyone will be interested in this lot!”
The auctioneer deliberately pointed out that there were orcs participating in this auction in order to arouse the desire to fight between the two sides.
Otherwise, it is possible that these human nobles may not really look down on the relics and sacrifices of the powerful orcs.
The iron plate was lifted onto the exhibition stand, and the dark red spells on the gray bones pulsated like blood vessels under the flickering backup light.
See this auction item come on stage.
Irina leaned over and whispered to the gray-robed mage beside her, "The Blood Claw Tribe wants the totem medium... Keep an eye on the Mad Wolf Orc representative in box three and find a way to get them to take a picture! This is our chance to give our allies a great gift."
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