...

Wu Hui and his friends were immediately attracted by the sound.

Amid the dull sounds, a giant stone urn almost as tall as two people was pushed out of the side door.

The stone urn is grayish-white overall, with a smooth surface, which is not very eye-catching, but some positions at the top and edges are depicted with fine and dense magic arrays, with complex patterns and mysterious aura, making the entire stone urn look high-end and atmospheric.

As I pushed, I could vaguely hear the clanging sound of water coming from the stone jar, as if it was filled with water.

Wu Hui glanced up and saw a large metal-woven net covering the opening on the top of the stone urn. The light flashed on the net, and occasionally there were electric arcs passing by. It was obviously a magic item, and it was an offensive prop with thunder attributes.

"What's this?"

Shouldn't the one who was sent up be a slave?

Wu Hui was a little confused for a moment, not knowing what medicine was sold in this Viscount Taylor gourd.

"Please look at it all."

Seeing the puzzled expression on everyone's faces, Viscount Taylor was a little proud and reached out to snap his fingers.

The next moment.

Several beams of light projected down from the top of the hall, intertwined and landed on the stone urn placed in the center of the hall.

The gray-white sieve on the surface of the stone urn instantly dissipated like clouds and mist, and began to fade little by little, disappearing. The stone urn became more and more transparent, and everything inside gradually appeared in front of everyone.

"I understand. This stone urn is made of Hozia's raw stone." Daniel reacted instantly and began to popularize the science for several people. "This ore was discovered by the great magician Kane Hozia in the northern mountains more than a thousand years ago. It is usually grayish-white, but as long as it is illuminated with a magic lamp, it will become transparent and is generally used to make..."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly stopped and he looked at Shi Weng in astonishment.

Not only him, but almost everyone in the entire banquet hall was as stunned as him.

I saw a girl with a fishtail inside the huge stone urn.

The girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, her arms and fish tail were locked by thin silver chains, and her neck was wearing a magic collar that imprisoned her power like a dog.

Refracted by the water light, her almost transparent and tender skin was struck by the chains, and several of them were even bleeding. Her delicate and beautiful face became particularly pale due to excessive blood loss. Her long blue hair tangled around her body like seaweed, looking particularly embarrassed.

It seemed that she had given up struggling, and the light in her dark green eyes was dim. Even if there was a light shot in, she only moved her eyelids slightly and returned to her original state.

However, even so, she was still thrillingly beautiful.

Looking closely, her forearms and shoulders were dotted with light blue scales as beautiful as mica, and the fins at the joints were as delicate as glass. A small piece of light blue cheek cover exposed between her long blue hair was as beautiful as wings. The slender sapphire tail, even if bound by silver chains, was still gorgeous and beautiful under the illumination of the magic lamp, with a strange beauty.

Strange and charming.

For a moment, the entire banquet hall was silent, and even breathing seemed to be grabbed by the elves in the strange sea.

Wu Hui was also stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that Viscount Taylor's mysterious push to the stage was really not a human, but a "mermaid".

"My God~ She is simply the embodiment of art and beauty. The words of praise I can think of are so pale and powerless in front of her beauty... How could there be such a perfect creature in this world..."

Black murmured to himself with his eyes shining, and his whole body became absent-minded.

He subconsciously took out his harp, and regardless of the current situation, he reached out and prepared to start tuning the strings and compose the music: "I want to write a hymn for her, praising her purity and beauty..."

"Okay~ You said the same when you saw the elf last time." Daniel pressed him helplessly, "Be clear, this is a high sirens."

Knowing that Wu Hui lacks a lot of common sense, he explained to Wu Hui: "The higher sirens are the nobles among sirens, and there are few..."

The so-called siren is actually a collective name for intelligent creatures in the ocean. But even if they are siren, they are divided into different levels.

The siren who attacked the port before was named "Ikru", which means fish-headed human body, and is the bottom of the siren. The single combat power is very average, and he wins simply by counting. The mermaid girl in front of him is the most noble race among siren. The high-level siren who is known as the "descendant of the sea god" is exactly level 4 as long as he becomes an adult. Some of them are of good talent, and it is no problem to practice as a sub-saint.

What's even more terrifying is that the chance of achieving level 7 in advanced Siren is much higher than that of other races.

The many marine lords and overlords that exist in the vast sea are almost all high-ranking sirens, which shows the strength of this clan.

The only thing that can make humans glad is that the number of high-level sirens is very rare and their reproductive power is very low. Otherwise, there would be no humans in the Light Continent.

"Simon! Higher Simon!"

At this time, the other nobles also reacted and exclaimed suddenly.

"My God! It's actually a high-level siren!" A leader of a chamber of commerce was dumbfounded, with a shocked expression mixed with horror. "Any high-level siren caught by humans may cause revenge from the siren clan. Is Viscount Taylor desperate for life? He dares to even capture high-level siren?!"

For a moment, the entire banquet hall was boiling.

To be able to get a high-level siren, we have to admit that Viscount Taylor has great magical powers. However, the meaning of this high-level siren is really extraordinary...

The strange atmosphere spread under the candlelight, and the expressions on everyone's faces became unnatural, fearful, entangled, excited... All kinds of emotions were flickering and intertwined, and they were all in one go.

A young girl slave with noble bloodlines and powerful potential is simply an excellent target for play training. Once well-trained and trained, you may be able to have an extra level 7 thug. In addition, the high-level sirens are born with powerful bloodline talents, or have the ability to leaps and sea beasts, which is definitely a future ocean lord, and it is definitely not a problem to lead a sea area in the future.

However, the identity of this girl also means huge trouble.

Is she really worth their risk?

"The high-level siren has difficulty reproduction, so they are extremely protective of their cubs and are extremely revengeful. If someone dares to attack the cubs of the Siren clan, once they are discovered, they will definitely be immortal." Daniel handed over the intermittent cousin to the old housekeeper and continued to popularize Wu Hui. "There were no bold slave traders who had ever made the idea of ​​high-level siren before, but without exception, they were all killed in revenge by the high-level siren. Whether they were bought or sold, they were not well fetched. After a few times, the slave traders were scared. I really didn't expect that Viscount Taylor had the courage..."

As he said that, he shook his head slightly, obviously not optimistic.

"Hmph~ I'm just a terrifying and timid person."

Liliana sat lazily on the sofa, but her slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were cold and disdainful.

"As long as I say that..." Wu Hui touched his chin and looked thoughtful, "Then shouldn't these people dare to buy it? Wouldn't Viscount Taylor want to steal the chicken and lose a lot of rice?"

Liliana curled her lips with a smile: "This may not be."

She never underestimated the bad nature of these nobles.

Sure enough, shortly after she finished speaking, a nobleman gritted his teeth and said, "Vissue Taylor, how do you take pictures of this high-level siren?"

There was still fear in his eyes, but more of it was excitement and desire. Even his cheeks were filled with a strange red color because of excitement, like a gambling stick who became addicted to gambling. Even though he knew that one step would be possible to fall into the abyss, he still wanted to bet on the possibility of one in ten thousand.

What if he is lucky and has not been retaliated by the Siren clan? Then wouldn’t he make a fortune?

Viscount Taylor had long guessed that this would happen, and he showed a proud smile when he heard this: "The starting price of 1,000 Jinfrank, the price increase shall not be less than 100 Frank each time. You can also use estates, horse farms and mines to replace Jinfrank for bidding."

"Hiss! 1000 Kim Frank?!"

Many nobles present took a breath of air conditioning.

It’s not that they can’t afford so much money. However, a viscount receives only twenty or thirty Kim Franks per quarter. Even if the income from the ancestral property is added, only fifty or sixty Kim Franks will be the highest. 1,000 Kim Franks can only be collected by selling the ancestral property of the manor.

Not to mention the little nobles, even an earl like Black, the taxes and ancestral income are much richer than that of the Viscount. 1,000 Jinfranks are still a large asset, which is enough to make people feel pain for a long time.

Not to mention, this is just the lowest price.

The reserve price is so high, so why shouldn't the transaction price be astronomical?

However, just as everyone was surprised and shocked, the noble who was asking for the price just now was hesitating, a calm voice suddenly came from the corner: "I'll give 1,200 Jinfrank."

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads and saw that the mysterious visitor to the imperial capital, Mr. Plit, was quietly leaning against the bar.

He played with the wine cup in his hand casually. His face, covered with black leather mask, could not see clearly, but his eyes were filled with careless indifference.

If it weren't for the sound and position that matched his position, just looking at him, it would be hard to believe that he was the one who quoted it just now. He just opened his mouth and increased by 200 Kim Frank. How rich would this person be?

Wu Hui couldn't help but look at him more.

In theory, he is now a big family and has a lot of people willing to donate to the Holy See, and it should be a lot of money. But the Holy See has a lot of people and a lot of expenses, and it costs money to train the army. He left all the only money to the Holy See.

Not to mention 1200 Jinfrank, he can't even get 100 Jinfrank.

Sure enough, compared to the real rich man, he is still too poor~

Wu Hui sighed, and the expressions of others in the banquet hall were constantly changing.

A middle-aged nobleman with thin hair and deep nose was still hesitating and entangled, but when he saw this, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

This is a high-level siren. After passing this village, there will be no store. If it is bought by someone else but is not retaliated by the siren, they will cry without any revenge!

What's more, he is not alone. He has troops and masters under his command, and his territory is still inland far away from the port. Even if he faces high-ranking sirens, he may not be able to fight.

Fight!

He slapped the table suddenly and said with red eyes: "I have a horse farm located in the western suburbs of Thorn City, covering an area of ​​8,000 acres, with 327 adult horses and 106 underage horses. Most of them are of high-quality war horse blood. There are 135 horse-raised slaves, with a total discount of 1,300 Jinfrank!"

“Wow~”

As soon as these words came out, the banquet hall suddenly became turbulent again.

"Vissue Elino really invested a lot, and the horse farm is the most profitable industry under his command." A middle-aged man, who was also wearing aristocratic clothes, whispered to the people around him.

"It can be built again after the horse farm is sold, but high-level sirens are hard to come by. If I hadn't had that capital, I would have made a offer." The little noble next to me felt that Viscount Elino's behavior was very easy to understand, and there was envy in his eyes.

In the corner, several stewards, who are representatives of the nobles, are occupying a corner and quietly contacting the master's house in an era of magic and fighting spirit, long-distance communication is not impossible, but it is expensive and will only be used by people in extremely special circumstances.

The middle-aged viscount with sparse hair stared at the people around him, and swallowed nervously.

These people who were just smiling and laughing, as if they were close to each other, are now his competitors, especially the mysterious Mr. Plitz, who are his number one target for defense.

He had a great hope that these people would be scared by the price he offered and stopped bidding. A horse farm was already the limit he could take. If the price rose, he would inevitably be excluded from this transaction.

One second.

Two seconds...

Still no one bids.
To be continued...