"Yes, this is the mage."
Aurelion answered softly beside him.
She stood up from her seat, her eyes sparkling, and smiled gently at August.
"Your Majesty, it would be safer to bring a few more guards on your next trip."
"If such an emergency were to occur again and we happened to be unavailable, wouldn't your safety be in grave danger?"
After saying that, Aurelion nodded gracefully to him.
Her skirt swayed gently with her steps as she gradually descended the damaged steps.
Gwen sheathed her red sword and followed closely behind.
Only Vanilla bowed politely to Auguste and then quickly followed the princess.
August, huddled on the ground, and Hilda beside him, remained utterly silent.
Upon hearing the crisp footsteps, Viktor turned to the side.
Aurelion walked gracefully and lightly to Victor's side.
"teacher."
Victor glanced at her, then raised his head and looked up at August on the second floor, his calm voice slowly rising:
"Your Majesty."
Upon hearing Viktor's calm voice, August's body trembled violently.
The voice penetrated deep into his ears, like the whisper of a demon.
"I don't need to handle the aftermath, do I?"
August hurriedly stood up, his hands trembling involuntarily.
“No problem, Congressman Victor.”
"Our kingdom will handle everything properly."
Viktor nodded knowingly, turned around, and turned away.
He looked at the female auctioneer who was cowering in the corner behind him, terrified.
She was draped in a heavy robe given to her by Victor.
Her hair was soaking wet and draped over her shoulders, revealing only her long, fair legs.
Perhaps it was because they were still shaken by the fear of those two tiger-men.
Or perhaps it was the magic Victor had just unleashed that terrified her.
At this moment, her hands were tightly gripping the red curtain, and her body was trembling.
She only slowly came to her senses after feeling Viktor's gaze.
He raised his head somewhat fearfully and forced a smile.
"Remember my two items."
"We'll send them all to Grand Duke Barlow's territory then."
"And don't forget the compensation I asked for."
Viktor's voice reached the female auctioneer's ears, and she nodded frantically, but dared not say a word to Viktor.
Seeing that the other party had agreed, Victor turned around, the crimson magic stripes like slow lava flowing across his trench coat.
A giant hand made of lava and fire slowly emerged from behind him and lifted the two tiger-men from the ground:
"Then I'll take these two with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space in front of Viktor began to distort.
The overflowing magic flowed through the space before them, slowly tearing open a vast rift.
A flowing, azure array covered the fluctuations in this space, with twisting and turning patterns adorning the area around it.
A shimmering blue light filled the deep, dark crevice, from which a beam of light burst forth.
The ruins of the auction house were illuminated.
A chaotic aura emanated from the portal, sweeping past Victor's crimson trench coat and striking everyone's faces.
Gwen and Aurelion's long silver hair danced in the wind, blowing the nobles' clothes and making a whooshing sound.
The foreign ministers followed closely behind Aurelion, entering the fluorescent blue teleportation array with the others.
The next second, Viktor and his group vanished from their spot.
As the light from the portal transformed into starlight, it gradually disappeared into the air.
The nobles stared blankly at the location of the teleportation portal.
They stared at the incredible scene before them, speechless.
Tap—tap—tap—
The nobles only came to their senses when a chaotic clatter of iron hooves sounded not far from the auction hall.
They looked outside, following the sound.
Countless warhorses and soldiers in iron helmets galloped across the flat land toward them.
Dust waves, several meters high, billowed through the air with each hoofbeat, almost completely obscuring the night sky behind them.
That was the kingdom's army.
The reinforcements have finally arrived.
However, no surprise could be seen on the faces of these noble lords.
The battle is over before the army arrives; what's the point then?
The army was led by Earl Laureen. Before his horse had come to a complete stop, he hurriedly jumped off and rushed into the ruins.
As soon as he entered, he shouted loudly:
"Where is His Majesty?! Is His Majesty alright?"
The nobles present remained silent.
They all knew that Earl Laureen was a loyal earl and a confidant of the Grand Duke of Barlow.
Although his status was that of an earl, he already possessed a territory and a powerful military force that were almost on par with those of a marquis.
Seeing Earl Laureen standing on the cracked earth, the other noble lords calmly looked at August.
Laurien also looked up at the second floor.
August stood on the second floor, a forced smile on his face.
“Earl Laureen, it’s good that you’re a little late.”
"If we had come any earlier, we probably would have been blown up together."
Laureen was taken aback, looking at the desolate landscape of the flat land around her.
He fell silent along with the other nobles.
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