Elgin's theater has a standard echo wall structure, with a towering dome with rows of rib-like arc-shaped arches supporting the flat-bottomed egg-like space inside.

The front end of the theater is a round stage, and the near door is two or three hundred seats surrounding the stage, with slanted arches upwards, and six small terrace-style private rooms on both sides. Although they are only four or five square meters, they are decorated magnificently.

Lorraine held Henna and Piddick and said goodbye, and walked into the private room on a thick Scottish wool carpet.

There are only three purple wide flannel-faced chairs inside, which are surrounded by a small round table.

There are three small glasses with handles, black tea and refreshments, and a red and green Scottish plaid decorative sign with huge [VII] on both sides.

Lorraine first moved the seat for Henna, then sat down to the seat adjacent to Mr. Piddick, and lifted the bone porcelain tea cup in front of her.

"Drink tea?"

Henna lifted her veil: "What kind of sugar and milk?"

"It's okay to add nothing."

Henna thought for a while: "Yes."

Lorraine smiled bitterly and poured tea for Henna. It was amber, seven-point full, and the bitter fragrance was floating and refreshing.

Henna held the cup with both hands, took a sip, frowned, and began to add milk and sugar, a lot of milk and a lot of sugar.

She ding ding ding ding ding ding squeaking a whole cup of amber jade into milky white, then she felt satisfied with her mouth, licking her lips, and muttering: "It tastes good."

"The sweet milk must taste good..."

The theater is brightly lit, and the complex glass chandeliers reflect a blurred light on the dome, illuminating a podium in the middle of the stage.

On the podium was a young gentleman with a straight body, looking five-point similar to Mr. Piddick.

Mr. Piddick poked his head out from the partition: "That is my nephew Ramos, who served in the Royal Navy. Later, he was injured and retired and returned to run Black Harbor. He is a capable young man."

"Mr. Piddick... looks like a handsome man." Lorraine complimented.

"After the meeting, I will introduce you to you. You are all young people, so how close you should be."

Lorraine smiled and nodded: "Mr. Piddick is here."

Ramos stood on the stage and waited for a while, and then he saw that almost all the merchants attending the meeting were present.

There were 150 or 60 people sitting in the audience, and twelve private rooms were filled with six.

His uncle, Mr. Piddick, pointed at Lorraine with a sign and signaled him that this was the abandoned son of the Drake family that he had mentioned to him two days ago.

Ramos cleared his throat and knocked on the hammer with a thud.

"Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to the auction of Port Ergen. I am your emcee Ramos Piddick. There are many rare treasures and treasures participating in this meeting. I sincerely hope that you can return with a full load."

"First of all, the first lot today, from the exquisite canvas of Lossimouth..."

Lorraine absent-mindedly savored black tea in the private room.

Tea is average, Scottish native tea, which tastes far less mellow than Ceylon and Indian tea, but the milk is good and the refreshments are also good.

Lorraine has seen many auctions, art auctions, charity auctions, and land auctions on TV...of course it is a TV series.

According to the general auction house process, the first three lots are used for warm-up fields and are generally not valuable.

Just like the canvas of Lossithuts.

The main sail of a sailboat is often larger than a ship. Even if it is broken during the voyage, it is usually repaired. Who would occupy a valuable warehouse to store a large piece of sail?

Even if it is really at the point where there is no way to make up for it, the boat will enter the port. There are naturally sails to buy on the dock, and there are few resales, so the price is cheap.

Why bother to bring your own sails?

The auction smoothly entered the third item.

Ramos asked the workers to push a large cart, remove the tart cloth, revealing a delicate...bridge cannon made of teak scraps.

The crossbow was the main ship war weapon before the popularity of artillery, including bases, turntables, crossbows, arrows, long ropes connected to the arrows and winchs that collect the entire length of ropes.

After artillery became popular, this auxiliary mount could barely smash the backward weapons of small fishing boats, which lost their power until the whaling industry emerged and turned it into the claws of fishing boats.

So it has a more familiar name called fishing fork cannon.

This is Lorraine's first goal in this auction, with priority ranking third.

Ramos introduced: "Bell Dock is famous in northern Scotland. This fishing fork cannon was designed and created by the dock apprentice Kron Scott. It is excellent in materials and is handmade. It comes with three spare fishing forks and a standard fork cable of 500 meters long. Mr. Scott promised to install it himself. The starting price is five pounds and an additional ten shillings each time."

Lorraine signaled Henna to raise the card.

Ramos's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "Private Room No. 7, five pounds!"

Before he finished speaking, four or five signs were scrambling to hold high in the audience, and the price of fishing fork cannons rose all the way, and soon rose to eight pounds.

Lorraine couldn't help but wonder, was Elgin's auction venue particularly interested in whaling merchants?

Otherwise, why could a fishing fork cannon that should be entered into the museum still cause a climax?

He leaned over the baffle and looked at Mr. Piddick: "Sir, are you willing to solve my doubts?"

Piddick had been waiting for Lorraine to ask.

He laughed loudly and explained, "This mark is not a gun, but an opportunity to contact Mr. Scott."

"Contact? An apprentice?"

"He is not an ordinary apprentice." Piddick kept a secret. "Riley Bell is the best boatman in Mary County in recent decades. He was a first-class master at Devon Harbor Dock ten years ago. Later, he was so dazzled that he retired and returned to Losey Moutts, and then he opened Bell Dock."

"Kron Scott is Mr. Bell's disciple, and he is the best disciple. His skills are inherited from the teacher's legacy and have long been a disciple. It is only because Mr. Bell is in poor health that he stays by his teacher's side to take care of him in the name of an apprentice."

Lorraine suddenly became interested: "You mean... an apprentice is not an apprentice?"

"In the past six years, he has basically been in charge of Bell's dock. Not only has the reputation of the dock not fall, but it has a better reputation than when Bell operates it. Do you think he is an apprentice?"

After hearing what Piddick said, Lorraine was confused.

"Sir, according to your words, he is loyal and valued, why..."

"Bell died a year ago."

"Dead?"

"Yes, Bell died, and his son hired a new master and manager less than a month after he inherited the dock. Mr. Scott was the signboard of the dock and was still an apprentice to this day. Why do you think this is?"

Lorraine's eyes lit up.

In just a short time, the bidding for the crossbow had risen to a high price of eleven pounds. Lorraine chuckled and took the sign from Henna.

"Fifteen pounds."

The venue suddenly became quiet.

The noble man in the private room bid for the second time and brought the bid to eight bets in one go, which was obviously a must-win for Scott.

Most people began to hesitate until Ramos began to count down, and someone tentatively raised the row: "Fifteen pounds first..."
Chapter completed!