"Five hundred! This young and handsome young master and his friend bid five hundred! Has anyone offered a higher price! The old presenter on the stage shouted loudly, and the eyes of the people around him gradually turned to the two teenagers, and Cesareton, who suddenly became the focus of attention, felt uncomfortable, and he lowered his head and pulled up the placket, trying not to let anyone recognize him. "Five hundred and five." A man with a pipe suddenly opened his mouth to make a bid, and then the wait-and-see attitude raised the price one after another, and in just a blink of an eye, the auction price quickly reached 1,030 from the initial reserve price, and is still gradually rising. This made Sandino anxious, he didn't think there would be too many people competing with him for this chance to make a fortune, but now it seems that they are just waiting for the first person to start the game. "Two thousand one." Beside her, a woman dressed in classical style pushed the price above the two thousand mark, and Cesare turned to look at her. Although the woman was gorgeously dressed, like the wife of a wealthy family, it was difficult to hide the scars accumulated over the years under the top hat, and a small patch of skin was also exposed irregularly between the cuffs of the clothes and the white gloves, and the rough skin that was not easy to detect was not like the state of a pampered rich wife, which made Cesare wonder how many people in this auction were arranged by the organizers to hold inside. But Sandino couldn't care so much, he watched the price gradually get out of control, and the expression of the old host on the stage gradually couldn't hide his joy, and only one eye turned into a crescent moon from the heart. Sandino clenched his hands into fists with some anxiety: "This is a great opportunity for us to make a fortune, and I don't want to miss it easily." "Why don't you forget it? In case it doesn't work out, the cost has already exceeded our expectations. Cesare said worriedly. "I believe in your brother, there is nothing you can't fix!" There was light in Sandino's eyes, he never doubted Cesare's abilities, and he always believed in Cesare unconditionally. "You've surprised me so much since we met, and this time, I'm betting on you to win." Sandino took a deep breath, he put his right hand into his arms and took out all his money bags, weighed it twice, and then slowly raised his left hand and was just about to continue to raise the price, when a young and vigorous young man's voice suddenly came from the left of the two, which directly interrupted Sandino's offer. "Three thousand." His tone rose slightly, as if he was dismissive of all the competitors in the room, and his voice alone could tell that he was a guy who was arrogant from the inside to the outside, and that he was a self-centered narcissist. Cesare listened to the familiar voice and looked over there, and saw a handsome and arrogant young man with a golden hair behind his head, his forehead raised, his eyes sharp and at the same time always expressed his arrogant aura to the world, although he seemed to be only the same age as Cesare and Sandino, but the temperament he exuded was no different from that of a hopeless adult nobleman. He wore St. Carlle's school uniform and a white coat over the outside, and carried a cane carved from ivory in both hands, surrounded by a circle of fellow St. Carllew's students, who at a glance were all following him, but unlike Boris and his followers, these doglegs looked more elegant and noble, but they were all arrogant and arrogant. When the blonde teenager's gaze met Cesare's, the corners of the guy's mouth lifted into a meaningful smile. "Hilton? How did he end up here? Sandino looked over there in confusion. I didn't know he was going to like auctioning these things, he must have seen us and deliberately made things difficult for us! "Maybe it's just that your campus intelligence network is not perfect, and everyone will have a little hobby that no one knows, which is not surprising." Cesare replied casually, but his eyes were still fixed on Hilton. Hilton von Wilhelm, the son of the Marquis, whose father was the Marquis of the Third Reich of Lonnesia, had a great military achievement, and the Hilton Fox Fake Tiger was also a figure in the St. Karlliu Academy, whether it was a student or a professor who taught the class, they all took a detour when they saw this arrogant guy. Legend has it that this guy is still a natural womanizer, in order to prevent him from getting close to Closia, Cesare did not put a lot of thought into it, and a series of frictions between the two of them continued to arise from the beginning of the school, although Hilton said that he would not meet the illegitimate son of an earl, but for now, he is still a terrible cautious eye. "Three thousand one!" Sandino shouted, in addition to still maintaining the momentum of the inevitable, there was also an aura of not admitting defeat, looking at his appearance, Cesare couldn't help but be a little worried: "Are you sure it's okay?" I remember your family wasn't that rich, right? "Don't worry, brothers never fight unprepared battles." Sandino patted the money bag in his clothes, his eyes shifted to Hilton's body in the distance again, and said disdainfully: "Don't look at it as a marquis's family, it seems to be great to carry a cane, in fact, there is no magic talent at all, I heard that I can't even feel the basic flow of magic power, I have long wanted to find an opportunity to frustrate his sharpness." "Hilton can't magic?" This was the first time Cesare had said it. "And how did he get qualified to own a cane?" For Cesare, he dreamed of getting a cane, but without the permission of his family, it was an unforgivable felony in the eyes of the church for anyone to possess a cane. Sandino sneered. "Not yet a good lord father, his father firmly believes that his children are all geniuses of war, and they are all gifted angels of war, who can enter and graduate from St. Andrews College.As a result, after giving Hilton a cane, I found out that this guy has no talent at all, and he is even more of a magical idiot than a civilian, and his lord father is angry, isn't this thrown to St. Carl to go to school with us? I really don't know what to be proud of day by day. Although Sandino was convinced that Hilton would never hear him in the distance between them, Hilton's eyes that quietly narrowed and revealed a little murderous intent still made Sandino swallow, reminding him of the most basic etiquette that a baron should observe with a marquis. "Three thousand five." With a wave of his hand, Hilton raised the price again, and at this point there were no outsiders in the auction except for a few small exchanges, as if the price had reached a threshold where people thought it was not worth the risk. "Three thousand six!" Despite his fear, Sandino straightened his back and lifted his chin to pretend to be shoulder-length with Hilton. The old host on the stage doesn't care what grievances there are, his original smile out of industry politeness has gradually turned into a heartfelt smile, and the bid is still rising by Hilton and Sandino. "That's enough." Hilton tapped his cane on the ground, and a look of displeasure finally began to appear on his face, as if he had had enough of a battle with a baron's son. "Seven thousand, I want this thing." The old host, who was very disgusted with the mechanical parts of the Hun Yati family just now, was eager to hug this thing and kiss it at this time, but his literacy over the years still made him suppress the joy in his heart, thinking that it was still the money of these little nobles who were so foolish, that he couldn't wait to drop the hammer immediately, lest the descendants of this marquis suddenly regret it. "Seven thousand once! Seven thousand twice! Seeing that Hilton was about to play for real, Cesare also pulled the corner of Lassandino's clothes. Forget it, Hilton itself is hostile to me, and there's no need to involve you too. However, at this time, Sandino was already on his head, and he patted Cesare's hand lightly, as if it was Cesare and not himself who was not calm at this time. Don't worry, we haven't lost yet! Sandino groped through his pockets, counting things in his mouth, as if he had gambled some of his wealth into an auction. Seven thousand—" Sandino bit his lip, then let out a final hoarse roar like a dying warrior on the battlefield. "Seven thousand and ten copper coins! And bet on my family crest! The voice even tended to be hoarse, which shocked the whole venue, and it was a big shame. The voice calmed down, and strange eyes came back one after another. Sandino looked up at Hilton with satisfaction, like a triumphant general showing off his glory to a defeated captive, and he might even have forgotten that the other party still had a chance to continue raising the price. However, Hilton did not get angry, but looked at Sandino and Cesare like idiots, his expression was both surprised and disgusted, and Cesare read the expression, which was a look that would only appear when he decided that the other party was abnormal. The strange eyes of the people around him also looked at Hilton, waiting for whether Hilton would continue to bid, and the feeling of being stared at by strange eyes also made this noble young master very uncomfortable. "Freaks." After just muttering casually, Hilton didn't want to have anything to do with these two freaks in the eyes of others, so he threw off his shirt and quietly turned around and walked into the crowd with his people. "Haha! I'll just say we can win! If Hilton knew what you were capable of, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity to make a fortune, and when the two of us made money, I had to show off in front of him and make him regret his death! In fact, Cesare's feelings were similar to Hilton's at this time, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, but seeing his friend's happy face that had completely disregarded his image in order to make a fortune, Cesare could only smile awkwardly, and then silently pulled his shirt higher. The old host still doesn't care so much, he is a baron and a marquis, and the one who gives a high price is a good lord. "The little young master is really bold, so seven thousand and ten copper coins at a time...... Seven thousand and ten copper coins twice, no one offered a higher price!? The old host raised the golden hammer and was about to fall, when a scantily clad waitress hurriedly ran up from the stage and whispered something in the old host's ear. "Ahem." The old host cleared the mulberry and respectfully tidied up his clothes. "Five silver coins at a time! Five silver coins twice! "Five silver coins!?" Sandino's face was full of disbelief, and he felt weakly in his pocket, but he knew that he had even gambled on the buttons. "Five silver coins, that's ...... Ten thousand!? How could anyone lift it so high!? "Five silver coins sold! One of our valued customers bought this mechanical part, let's congratulate him! The old host decided the outcome of the auction with a hammer, but he did not mention the identity of the buyer, and even made the whole process perfunctory. Cesare didn't pay much attention to the sad Sandino, but looked at the boxes of the nobles on the second floor, and saw that the Count Laurien, who had been standing there, had turned away, leaving only the girl lying on the edge of the stage, smiling at herself.

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