The auction is coming to an end. There seems to be a little commotion in the demon group. The goblin of Claus piss is playing "wrestling" with the sparrow demon of the unknown magician.


    Then the most important moment for Jack came. The last cylinder with the eighth magic eye was finally put on the stage.


    "Well, in the end - today''s highlight. Gem rank, petrified magic eye." the host even bowed to the magic eye, and his voice trembled with excitement. "This is the second time this train has handled gem rank magic eye in history, and it must be said to be supreme luck to all present at the moment."


    Even the host has respected and excited goods, which makes the enthusiasm and obsession heat up in this carriage.


    "It is worth noting that after identification, it was summoned from the inner side through the spirit surrender ceremony and completely materialized on the outer side. It belongs to the magic eye of the demon medusa in Greek mythology. Of course, even if this kind of magic eye, we also have sufficient transplantation technology."


    "My master can''t transplant this kind of ~" the goblin immediately hinted with his eyes that Jack didn''t know how to transplant the eyes on the snake''s hair.


    It''s silent. At this level, it''s something that ordinary first-class magicians can''t afford to spend all their money. Even the clock tower is rarely collected, and most people don''t plan to sell it.


    "The starting price is," the host paused, "100 million dollars."


    100 million is just the starting price.


    "One hundred and one million... Eh!" the sparrow who was just about to make a bid and wrestled with the goblin was strangled by the goblin.


    "110 million!" cried the goblin.


    Those who want to fight are big guys. It''s not surprising even if there is a battle. The magic eye train is used to this. It''s just that if a magician wants to fight, please go out and fight.


    The reduction of demons relieved those who planned to bid - another opponent was missing.


    "120 million!" cried a representative sent by a monarch.


    "130 million!" Yvette began to join.


    "Two hundred million!" Jack raised the sign.


    "No, no, no, this little brother, are you kidding?" Yvette blinked at Jack to hide her panic.


    "I''m going to make a decision. It''s no use even if you sell cute." Jack said faintly.


    "Well, please don''t mind and continue the auction." the host urged.


    "210 million." the representative of the monarch bid again.


    "230 million," Yvette followed.


    "250 million!"


    "280 million!"


    Jack and the little demon spirit took turns to raise prices in an attempt to force back other competitors. Anyway, they "sold" themselves. In addition to the ten cents Commission, the other money is just left-handed and right-handed.


    An owl raised its claws to catch the goblin. Then the goblin raised his hand and shot a light bomb to smash it. It gives people the feeling of "is this demon combat type", and no one plans to do superfluous things.


    Yvette put down the sign and looked like she couldn''t help looking for a handkerchief to bite in her mouth. Then start calling.


    "270 million!" the monarch''s representative is still bidding. Indeed, if it is a monarch, he is willing to spend hundreds of millions to buy things from inner fantasy. Even if he doesn''t use them, he is willing to be a research or decoration.


    "300 million."


    "330 million."


    "350 million."


    The goblin, Jack and the representative of the monarch bid again.


    The goblin looked at the representative of the monarch with a murderous look in his eyes and thought: "I dare to hinder the master like this. If I mention it again and dare to follow up, I won''t play. I''ll kill him when he gets off. But in that way, I won''t get the transplant of the train. Can you force them to do it by asking the master to hold the train? I don''t know! It''s so tangled, but the master has given me the full power of the task (Claudius piss is just too lazy to deal with such ''shopping trivia''). Wouldn''t I be a waste if I asked my master for help? "


    Just as the goblin put down the self-esteem of summoning demons and planned to ask the master for help——


    "400 million."


    The sudden price increase was too high, and it was silent for a time. Unexpectedly, it was Yvette who withdrew once.


    The representative of the monarch put down the sign.


    Yvette breathed a sigh of relief, moved her hips, slapped Jack playfully and whispered: "I said, are you with the demon? Well, you just have a pair of eyes. You can shoot the previous magic eyes. You can only transplant one more eye at most. Now you can do it alone? 400 million, divide it equally. As compensation, how about giving you an artificial noblecolor produced by our family? If you can''t believe it, it''s OK to prepare self mandatory certificates Ah. "


    It''s equivalent to Yvette''s willingness to buy a Medusa''s magic eye with 200 million and an artificial noble color.


    Jack''s purpose is to press the forced magic eye and the petrified magic eye into the left and right eyes respectively, so he has no objection.


    At this time, Claus piss was lying on the roof, holding the back of her head in both hands and staggering with her legs crossed.


    After a while, she received the information that the goblin asked for instructions on whether to agree with Yvette''s proposal. Anyway, it was not her own eyes that lost. It was Jack who traded, so she agreed casually.


    After a while, she jumped up, stood on the roof on her hips, stamped her feet and looked at the distance: "shouldn''t it be a king''s plot to kill a robbery force at this time! I heard Francesca kindly say that it happened! Cheated?! get down!"


    A pool of birds started up in the distance.


    "Dong ~" on the top of the carriage next door, a purple haired woman with medieval Gothic skirt fell from somewhere above.


    "Ah, ha ha, it will be found. Have you become stronger or have the ''I'' in your ''dream'' underestimated you?" Francesca covered his mouth and smiled.


    "No, I''m just yelling," crownpis would say in front of her compatriots, but never in front of pleasant women.


    "Well, how''s it going?" to Francesca, of course, Claudius piss - pretend. Now that you show up, something must have been done.


    "After investigating the Grail War, I found some interesting things about einsworth." Francesca said, "it may be the same person who has been in charge of Darius from generation to generation. In fact, it has gone through a long time for the same thing, but what I have studied is how to control the power of the spirit to get the universal wishing machine. It is not calling, but controlling."


    "It''s a lot more difficult," said Claus piss.


    Francesca: "Oh, didn''t you notice, little fool? I said ''control the power of the spirit to get the universal wishing machine'', not ''fill the Holy Grail with the spirit fighting ceremony''."


    Claus piss: "... I see. Thanks for the hint. It means a spirit or treasure that wants to have the ability of the universal wishing machine."


    Francesca: "ha ha." just responded with laughter.


    (to be continued)