"Mysterious Demon Fruit of Nature?"

Garen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and shook his head without thinking, "I'm not interested."

Garen had already asked the system about whether he could eat the devil fruit, and the reply he received was:

Can eat, but not use it.

To be precise, it cannot be used in data-based mode.

Because although the body in the data-based mode communicates with Garen's physical body in terms of basic attributes such as life and strength, strictly speaking, it is just a game character controlled by Garen, the player, so he can play various operations that violate reality but conform to virtual settings.

Correspondingly, the Demon Fruit can only give abilities to Garen's body, and there is no way to add a skill to Garen in the digitized mode.

Garen didn't want to waste a lot of money and chase a demonic fruit that could not play a role in the battle.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing that the other party was still entangled, Galen impatiently scolded the trafficker in front of him who turned into a salesman:

"I don't have any interest in what's in your auction house!"

"If you dare to block my way again"

The human trafficker breathed and the cold sweat that had just stopped on his forehead flowed down like a waterfall.

"snort!"

Garen snorted disdainfully, turned around and held Perona, who was shaking under his hands, and was about to leave.

After turning around, Galen saw a familiar figure coming from the direction of entering the island.

He was a black fat man with a generous smile on his face and a chivalrous spirit, and was supported by more than a dozen younger brothers, star-like stars.

It seemed like accidental or fate, at this moment, the eyes of both sides collided in the air.

After a brief surprise, the two of them did not communicate with each other in verbal communication, but both fell into deep thought at the same time.

For now, the relationship between Galen and Titch is very complicated:

On the surface, they are opponents who have had fierce confrontations; in private, they are friends who call each other brothers.

And in their hearts, they were guarding against each other and had their own thoughts.

Given such a complex relationship, both of them consciously maintained a safe distance and did not get close to each other.

But after seeing Garen, Tic couldn't help but sank a beat, and she felt that there was a very bad premonition that had come to her heart.

""

Garen pondered for a moment, then turned to Nami and asked, "How much money can our company use?"

"how?"

Nami suddenly woke up, opened her eyes wide and said:

"You don't really want to buy that natural devil fruit, right?"

"Our company has no money to buy this kind of thing!"

Ordinary devil fruits are worth 100 million Baileys regardless of their attributes.

And the price of this devil fruit with unknown attributes in the introduction of the salesman just now is:

Starting price, 500 million.

Galen has been indifferent all year round, and after hearing Nami's answer, he was a little surprised:

"I can't even get 500 million, is our company so poor?"

The East China Sea is the weakest sea, but it is definitely not the poorest sea.

On the contrary, the most peaceful and stable East China Sea is the most prosperous and peaceful sea area among the four seas.

So Garen, who made his fortune in the East China Sea, got used to using "billions" as a unit of money counting method early on.

"Galen, our company's funding is indeed a bit tight."

Vivi, who served as the administrator of the rain under Garen, couldn't help but agree:

It seems that because the selling point of this scene is the natural fruit rather than some interesting toys, there are no annoying world nobles on the scene.

Except Galen

Therefore, the Institute of Gaylene should have become the key care object of auction house staff.

Not long after entering the gate, Garen and his group were greeted by a group of auction house employees with a humble attitude of serving their grandfather, and escorted to the front row of luxurious seats.

Although there were already crowds of people in the auction hall, few people sat in the three rows in the front.

Galen could see at a glance that the few people sitting scattered, and they were obviously not small in origin.

As for the first row of luxurious seats that the staff asked Garen and others to sit in, no one dared to come forward to touch them.

"Sir Galen, please sit down!"

The staff bowed respectfully:

"These seats are reserved for a noble person like you!"

As soon as Galen heard this, he realized that these seats were special seats for the Tianlong people.

But Galen didn't feel any timid in his heart, and he couldn't feel any awe for those fat guys, so he sat in the middle without changing his face.

Nami, Vivi, and Robin also sat next to Garen, while Hancook stood aside blankly, his eyes as empty as puppets:

She came to this auction house back then, but it was just on stage, not off stage.

However, before Garen could pay attention to Hancook's reaction, Perona, who was holding in his hand, became restless and fuss again.

Although Galen repeatedly emphasized that she was not a murderer, Perona still couldn't get out of her psychological shadow and wanted to escape from him indomitable ways.

"Mr. Galen?"

The staff next to him came up at the right time and asked understandingly:

"Your slave seems a little restless. Do you need us to prepare a set of 'revolts' for you?"

"Need not."

Galen dispelled the disturbing waiters casually, and then showed a dangerous smile in front of Perona: "I will prepare her."

Perona settled a lot in an instant.

But her body kept trembling in fear and shivered like a weak, helpless, and twenty-one-year-old child.

Garen shook his head helplessly, and had to lift Perona, who had completely become a pendant of his hand, and then put her into Hancook's arms.

Hancook was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously picked up Perona.

Han Cook, wearing high heels, is nearly two meters tall, while Perona is only more than one meter five meters tall.

Coupled with the difference in figure, Han Cook really seemed to have taken a child from Garen and held him.

"This guy is also Rayley's 'granddaughter' after all, so please give me some advice."

Garen gave a few instructions, and subconsciously gave Hancock a comforting tone to the dazed Hancock:

"Hancook, sit down first"

"If you're afraid of anything, just hold Perona tighter."

"kindness?"

Hancock was slightly stunned, and unconsciously regarded Perona in his arms as a pillow to release pressure, and quietly increased his strength.

With Hancook's fierce strength and strong chest strength, Perona almost fell into a coma on the spot.

"Galen"

There was a sudden trace of fear and madness in Hancook's eyes.

She gritted her teeth and whispered in Garen's ear: "Did you know about me for a long time?!"

"Forehead?"

Garen snorted softly, pretending to be unknown.

"Don't pretend to be stupid!"

"You know the old man Reilly!"

"And every time I lose my composure, you will show that strange look to me!"

Hancock said gritting his teeth, and the force on his hands became a little bigger.

"It hurts so much"

Perona said in tears.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her.

Garen just continued to say something to Hancook in front of Perona and she couldn't understand at all:

"What is strange eyes, I"

Galen wanted to speak but stopped.

He just felt sympathy and pity;

Garen brought Han Cook by his side. In addition to being domineering and pleasing to the eyes, he also wanted Han Cook to travel to the Shambodia Islands with a completely different noble identity, so that she could face her inner fear and get out of the psychological shadow that should not have existed long ago.

"what you up to?!"

Hancock pursed his lips tightly, and said in a sad and angry tone:

"You want to break my dignity and let me recognize my identity."

"And then enslave me as much as you want?"

"Um"

"Why do you think so?"
Chapter completed!