Vita was silent and turned to Marilyn with a blank expression: "What did the host just say?"

Marilyn said in a daze: "The auction item is the emperor's little finger..."

Vita turned back to her head, and suddenly, she took a deep breath:

"What?!"

The other guests who participated in the auction reacted very similarly to Vita. They were silent first, and then in an instant, unbelievable ripples broke out:

"The Emperor's Finger?!"

"Really or not?"

"Stephanie won't have brought people on the way to kill, right?"

"Have anyone already collected 20 invitations? Not so fast..."

Seeing that everyone was just arguing and no one offered, the host continued to introduce the finger: What emperor used to command the army to kill one horrible name after another that appeared in history books, and then did everything.

What can be described how this little finger once rubbed Stephanie.

It's just that it's useless to keep your fingers from being raised.

Vita was trying to calm down his mood, looking at his obsidian charlatan, and he was more surprised than others.

Why is it just following the finger? Why is it just the small finger on the right hand, which is temporarily empty?

It won’t be another clear scene that has been arranged by someone, right?

Vita quickly waved the question in his heart, and at this moment, Wove poked Vita's waist with his elbow: "Oh, do you want this finger?"

Vita shook her head: "If you don't want it, it's not certain whether it's true or false. If you get it, you don't know if it's an evil thing. Moreover, 20 invitations sound hard to collect."

Wofu narrowed his eyes: "Don't worry so much. I think this is probably fake. Who is the emperor? If his fingers are so easy to be cut off, the elf would have sent someone to wipe his neck...

Having said that, the adventurer just now might be a guru! Who knows if he really gets the ability to favor him!"

Vita nodded. Indeed, there was no special feeling among the favored ones. Only the Mother God knows whether the adventurer was watched by the evil god.

The host took a sip of water with a hoarse throat and finally announced sadly: "Okay, the Emperor's little finger has failed to shoot today..."

But he quickly became excited: "But it doesn't matter! The physical auction has come to an end. Now, let's start the intelligence auction!"

Information? Vita was a little interested, but Wove still let out a disdain and waved his hand: "What kind of information can there be? It's just some family matters, postpartum care for livestock, etc....

”

"The first information! The whereabouts of the Tower of Heaven and the keys!"

"Puff! Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough," Grandma wolf suddenly started to cough violently. The leisure just now remained on her face, and her vertical pupils were filled with shock: "What did you say?!"

She was the only person present who had a violent reaction to the auction. For a moment, countless eyes were all focused on her face.

But Wofu suddenly realized it, his cynical eyes were covered with blood, and his chest was undulating violently, like a panicked female wolf targeted by prey.

The host smiled brightly: "Oh! That's great, someone knows what the Tower of Heaven is. Now, the starting price of this information is... 2 invitations! Little girl, do you want to bid?"

"Don't let my grandmother go!" Wofu exclaimed: "Only 2 photos?! This name alone should be worth 100 or 200 photos! If you only sell it to me, how many you can buy..."

The host smiled: "Of course, intelligence items will only be handed over to one person. As for whether you want to rot the information in your stomach or share it out in the future, it is not our business."

Grandma Wolf suddenly remembered that her team had only one invitation letter, so she could only sit down angrily, hold her cheeks in her hands, and there was a strong aura in her eyes.

Vita glanced at Wove silently, not pointing out her mistake.

The old lady's actions just now were telling others clearly that only one or two invitation letters in her team would be discouraged by the information that seemed to be extremely interested in.

In this case, the number of invitations held is also an extremely important secret.

But you can't pretend to bid, after all, the reserve price is the quantity you can't afford at the moment. I don't know what the price you will pay for random bids.

Then beat her up during the battle meeting, Vita thought so.

The people in the audience looked at each other and were completely unable to grasp the value of this information. The two invitations were not a number that could be easily given up for most participants.

Vita turned his head: "What is the Tower of Heaven?"

"...You will know that it's not a good thing when you hear the name! The more you know, the faster you die!" Wofu stamped his feet irritably: "The moment you know its name is the moment you are related to this thing! You still want to know

Details? Do you want to die faster?”

"But it's okay," Wove stroked his chest to calm down: "It's safe now, because no one will buy this suspicious intelligence..."

It seems that Wove's judgment on her mouth was still unknown. He heard a voice that came lazy: "3 photos."

Everyone looked in the voice, and the host was excited in an instant: "Oh! The most powerful hunter between us, Miss Lion, has bid! 3 photos! 3 photos! Is there any price increase? There are also ones that need to be increased.

Is it!"

Then, the host pretended to be mysterious and said: "Everyone, be careful, Miss Lion will not pursue her bids. She often gives up after bidding once or twice. However, according to statistics, many lots will come back in the end.

On the hands of the lion, I won’t tell you why hahahahahaha…”

He was laughing again, and Henry blinked and felt a layer of goose bumps on his body.

The host was talking and talking, and the lion killed other bidders who were competing with her...

No wonder there was hostility towards the other party between her and Abis, and it was a lucky thing that he was not killed directly.

...Is it really a lucky person?

On the other side, Vita remembered the difficulty of fighting Candice and looked at the orange-haired woman deeply.

"Three invitation letters once! Three invitation letters twice!" The host still maintained abnormal excitement, while Wofu covered her face, as if she didn't want to see the moment of the deal.

But the wolf grandmother cannot stop time, and the results of the auction cannot be changed.

The wooden hammer fell heavily: "Congratulations! Miss Lion took this information! Please come to the stage to collect..."

"Hard work!" Vita suddenly spoke, interrupting the process of the lion coming to the stage.

Everyone turned their eyes here again, and Vita still kept sitting: "What an interesting product, will the subsequent product have similar quality?"

"Oh, my guest," the host blinked: "I dare to make a promise but not bad."

"But my principal is obviously not enough," Vita's gaze looked at the lion intentionally or unintentionally: "Is there any way to get more invitations?"

"It's very simple, go steal, go grab," the host replied: "Or, complete the task I posted, or wait until the night to have a thrilling bet!"

The host's eyes turned: "When talking about the gambling game, another amazing guest came today."

"That's our God of Gambling!" The host waved his hand, and many dressed baboons suddenly rushed to Henry, kneeling or standing, turning his palms to imitate the twinkling stars:

"He will definitely bring thrilling and exciting changes to tonight's game! Lord Gambler, do you think so?"
Chapter completed!