Everyone was shocked.

"What's going on?" Alan quickly stood up and ran outside. He was the second prince of the Lionheart and Flame Principality and represented the royal family of the Lionheart and Flame Principality. No matter what happened, nominally speaking, he had to go out and take a look.

Others also felt a hint of curiosity and surprise.

There was a faint ripple in the void, and a figure gradually emerged. It was none other than a wizard from the Royal Wizarding Corps. The wizard appeared in mid-air and whispered a few words to Alan.

The expression on Allen's face changed slightly.

"Everyone, please don't worry. Just now there were two sorcerers outside who were fighting with each other. They lost control for a moment, so the two sorcerers died together." The royal wizard stood up slowly, looked at the people around him who had looks of surprise on their faces, and spoke coldly.

This was a middle-aged man, wearing a fiery red robe in the style of the Lionheart Royal Family. The edges of the robe were painted with golden lines, making it look extremely gorgeous and noble. The royal wizard had a hint of arrogance on his face. Although he was narrating, it seemed more like he was making a declaration.

When the people around saw this scene, they all fell silent.

Alan stood up again and said some soothing words, but since this had already happened, everyone no longer had the heart to continue the banquet. After saying goodbye to each other, they slowly walked away.

Alan was going to deal with the two dead wizards next, so Maureen followed Alan to take a look.

"Hmm?" Mo Lin looked at the two bodies on the ground and suddenly felt something strange.

Although the two warlocks were dead, Morin could still see residual fear on their faces, as if they had seen something unbelievable before they died.

Their bodies looked intact, but their essence and blood had been secretly taken away, and the plump bodies left behind were just a disguise.

"Maureen, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with these two warlocks?" Alan turned his head, looked at Maureen, and asked.

"No, it's okay, I'll just take a look."

Morin shook his head slightly and said so.

"Okay, don't think about anything else. This is just an accident. Let's go back. There will be a huge auction next. You should also attend it. There are many precious resources in the auction. Maybe you can use them later."

Alan said with a smile, comforting Maureen.

The expression on Morin's face was much more relaxed. After talking to Alan for a few words, he turned around and slowly walked towards his mansion outside.

The night was a little dark, and also a little cold. Alan looked at Maureen who was gradually turning away, and for some reason, he suddenly sighed softly.

The auction finally began. As one of the most grand auctions in the Lionheart Principality in the past ten years, the entire royal capital was plunged into a sea of ​​joy. Because many people from wizarding organizations and warlock families came, the hotels and shops were packed, and countless people made a fortune.

This is undoubtedly a manifestation of economic development triggered by a grand event.

Because of Allen, Morin knew a lot of information about the auction in advance and had a clear understanding of many things in the auction. Morin was very interested in some of the raw stones and ancient potion residues, and what made him most happy was undoubtedly that he found a complete ancient prescription among them.

The name of the ancient prescription is Weibis Potion, which can purify the wizard's spirit. This prescription is very old and belongs to the wizard system before the ancient times. It is somewhat incompatible with the current wizards, but it is quite valuable to Morin. He has a high level of attainment in alchemy, and general ancient potions are not a problem for him.

The reason for his joy was that Maureen discovered that he could innovate the Vibis prescription and thus create a potion that was suitable for the present and was no less powerful than the Vibis potion.

However, in the past few days, the entire royal capital has been plunged into turmoil. The friction between wizards and warlocks has become increasingly greater. They have been fighting from time to time, and many lives have been lost.

This caused the originally celebrating capital to become depressed, as if there was some surging torrent lurking within it.

The situation finally got a little better when the Lionheart and Flame Royal Wizards were dispatched to guard the place.

But no one could calm down.

After all, people are not idiots.

Finally, the auction began.

Maureen and Allen entered the auction together. Because of Allen's special status, Maureen was also in a very good position to watch and participate in the auction.

The person in charge of hosting the auction was an earl of the Lionheart Principality. Although he was quite old, he looked gentle and refined, and his words had an indescribable softness and power that made people convinced as soon as they heard him.

"Okay, the item that will be auctioned now is the Sword of Dax, a long sword with a long heritage and said to have a mysterious origin. The starting price is five thousand magic stones, and the minimum bid is three hundred magic stones. Please start bidding now." The warm voice of Earl Winton sounded softly.

Morin looked at the Sword of Dax and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Why, Morin, do you want that cross sword?" Alan noticed Morin's abnormality, he smiled slightly and said so.

"Yes, this sword is pretty good."

Morin did not deny it. He stood up and raised the price several times, surpassing several wizards who had bid, and got the Sword of Dax in his hands.

The auction became more and more intense, and the wizards and warlocks gradually became angry. Fortunately, with the suppression of the Royal Wizarding Corps of the Lionheart and Flame Duchy and the top wizarding organization, Eternal Holy Light, other wizards and warlocks did not dare to act recklessly.

"ah!!"

Just when everyone was concentrating and putting all their attention into the auction, suddenly, a burst of horrible screams was heard outside again.

The sound was short and intense, and disappeared as soon as it sounded.

"What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

Everyone was shocked.

This time they could not hold back and rushed out to take a look. They saw several corpses of wizards and sorcerers lying on the ground with their eyes wide open, as if they had died with their eyes open.

Blood was flowing on the ground and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Did they die in fighting each other again?

People looked at the corpses on the ground and felt uneasy.

"No... It's bad, it's bad." At this time, strong energy particles surged, and a second-level wizard appeared on the spot. The second-level wizard's face was filled with anxiety and panic that could not be concealed. He was a wizard of eternal holy light. He said: "Your Highness Mary, Your Highness Mary, the holy fire we brought out from the light tower has been stolen!"

Light tower?

Everyone was shocked.

They subconsciously thought of the rumors about the Eternal Holy Light.

According to legend, the world was originally in chaos. Everything was extremely turbid. There was no light, no hope, only deep despair.

A group of wizards, under the guidance of a mysterious and powerful god, kept climbing and moving forward towards the darkness. Many people died along the way, many were swallowed by the darkness, and only one in ten survived.

In the end, only one wizard, after going through numerous hardships, finally reached the legendary place where light could illuminate everything in the world.

But there is no fire.

There is still no light in the world.

So the wizard cut open his heart and placed it in the lighthouse. Endless light was emitted, completely illuminating the entire world. All the fog was dispelled, the darkness disappeared, and light returned to the world.

The wizard who lost his heart fell into the cliff below with a smile on his face and died.

From then on, the lighthouse was called the Light Tower, which means the origin and inheritance of all light in the world.

This is also the origin of eternal holy light.

In the hearts of the followers of Eternal Holy Light, the Light Tower is a holy place, the closest place to God.

And now, the Holy Fire that was taken out of the Light Tower was actually stolen? Everyone held their breath.

Although they didn't say much, they felt an indescribable deep pressure at this moment.

With a whoosh, Mary turned her head suddenly. She looked at the second-level wizard coldly and said word by word, as if squeezed out from between her teeth: "What did you say?!"