Chapter 1980 Endless Water
The origin of the Holy Blood Rose is no longer known, but its history has become a story passed down by word of mouth, Princess Dalia, Queen Nina, and the Battle of Baise City , the defense of the Teshtar Temple, the Battle of the Seven-Day Talks, Dango's dragon-slaying skills... well-known historical stories have created the legend of the Holy Blood Rose itself.
"Measuring the value of this magic wand in terms of money is desecrating it. Mr. Putist, you shouldn't do this." The old man from the semi-forbidden religion always looked very stern. Very few words. But it spoke at this time: "The holy staff should be respected as it should be and should not be auctioned."
Putiste was stunned for a moment and did not answer in a hurry.
A reckless mercenary in the back row of the venue shouted: "What if we don't auction it? Should I give it to you? Or let everyone compete and decide who wins or loses, and the winner will take it?"
Semi-Forbidden Cult Major Solatum closed his eyes and said solemnly: "No matter what, it should not be auctioned. If Mr. Putist really wants to do this, Solatum will have no choice but to take offense!" He said alone Holding the long staff in hand, the power in his hand sank, powerful magic pressure blew on everyone's faces, and the rules of air flow changed.
"Hey, good guy, does the old preacher want to take action here?" The guests were very unhappy with his tyrannical attitude. Those who dared to speak had some unique skills. If he really started to take action, he would definitely kill him. It's a big war.
Bahu, the murderous tiger guarding the left and right sides of the venue, opened his eyes with his eyes closed to rest. The dead snake Heimanla moved the magic in his hand and held the sickle staff in his hand.
At this time, Boqin also spoke: "I also think it is not good to decide the ownership of the holy staff by auction. Although the Teshtar Temple is no longer there, it was once the holy staff enshrined in the temple. Isn’t it true that the current semi-forbidden church was rebuilt on the site of the Teshtar Temple?”
Putist suddenly realized it.
Solatum glanced at Boqin and nodded slightly: "The vice-president's memory is really good, and he can still remember the address of the main teaching college of my religion."
The Semi-Forbidden Religion is not a long-standing religion. Its founding history does not seem to have much connection with the Teshtar Temple. But his teaching site was indeed rebuilt on the ruins of the Teshtar Temple. Perhaps because it is a religious building, Solatum is particularly concerned with this sacred object that was enshrined in the temple.
The venue became noisy, and someone asked: "According to what you two said, are we really going to use force to resolve its ownership?"
Boqin did not deny it and said: " The noble sacred weapon should belong to the person who is most suitable for it. In this world, the weak is the strongest, and the strong is entitled to everything!"
After hearing this, everyone said, He immediately became unhappy: "If this is the case, there is no need for us to participate in this auction! Who among the people present can compare with your martial arts and magic skills to the vice-president of your magic union, or to the Seal of the Divine Fist? Montov? Mr. Putist, as the owner of the manor, do you agree to use this method to determine the ownership of the sacred objects? What is the purpose of this auction? "
Another person said: "Ms. Boqin, you said that the strong tell everything. You may not be the strongest among those present, right? Even if one person can't beat you, what if everyone joins forces? Are you sure you are the one who is strong?"< br>
“Yes, yes, do you think you are the strongest? Maybe there is someone stronger The masters hiding among us can defeat you. Don’t forget that we are the only ones who killed Bodokaji.”
Others were booing, and many people present were concerned about Boqin’s past. Shamelessly, the respect for the vice-president of the magic union is far less than the respect for the sage of the Holy Garden.
Seeing that the president's irritation was getting stronger and the auction was about to get out of control, Putist had no choice but to speak: "There are two different opinions now. I think both sides are reasonable. In fact, I agree more The competition method determines the ownership of the Holy Blood Rose, but many people will disagree with this, which is obviously not fair. Being here today is to add luster to Putiste Manor. It's my honor, and I don't want to disappoint everyone, so everyone here, is there a better way to fairly distribute this Holy Blood Rose Staff?"
"This..." Everyone was talking. Ba Tongue, some people said drawing lots, some said it was an auction, some people said a test question for everyone to guess, some people said whoever is good-looking should get it, and some people suggested playing a magic card game and whoever wins gets it. Such an idea made everyone laugh, but it was impossible to satisfy everyone, and things became stagnant.
Jinx complained: "That old man is really a good auctioneer. I have to let him make a mess with a few words. The things are not his, but I want him to talk too much. If I were the owner of the manor, I would have to Let someone kick him out."
"That's right, the owner of the thing has the final say on how to auction the thing. How can he disagree?"
The people present could not come up with a better solution. After much deliberation, It seems that only the auction method is more reliable. At this time, a small, empty voice sounded in the venue: "Why doesn't the owner of the manor use the 'Mirror of Eclipse' to determine the ownership of the holy staff?"
The voice appeared in every room. Next to me, it was as if someone was behind my ear, talking peacefully at a distance of less than two meters. The voice was male, not young, and seemed to be over 50 years old. After careful inspection, it seemed that the speaker was not young at all. So big.
The Seal of the Divine Fist Lermontov's neck moved. He did not turn his head to look for the source of the sound. He just said silently: "Master!"
No one found where the speaker was. But everyone was sure that he must be in the venue, sitting in the thirty rows.
Putiste was even more shocked and looked at the crowd in surprise. 'Mirror of Eclipse', had this person not mentioned it, he would not have thought that this artifact was the key to creating the present Putiste Manor. How did this person know? He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked loudly: "Which gentleman is speaking again?"
No one answered.
Putiste added: "Sir, remind me that using the 'Mirror of Eclipse' is indeed a good idea. But the 'Mirror of Eclipse' has always been known only to the owner of the manor. Could it be that Sir had previously communicated with the owner of the manor? There is a relationship, this secret I learned from my father?”
The mysterious man present spoke again: "The 'Mirror of Eclipse' is not a secret. Kmiel Sen Darrenpe spent the last time researching and verifying the existence of 'Imaginary Number Space'. The 'Mirror of Eclipse' is not a secret." ' is his last legacy, and also the present Xinpu The core of the construction of Tiste Manor. This matter was not known to everyone at that time, but it was not a secret. "
This time, the mysterious man spoke for a long time, and his words still lingered. In their ears, no one could find the person who was speaking. Everyone present changed their faces, and those who thought they were masters even broke into cold sweats.
Putist looked at the seat blankly, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his temples. He held his huge scepter and said to the seat: "This happened hundreds of years ago,' The Eclipse Mirror' has always protected the island, and the manor only repowers it every few decades. Even if these things are not secrets, it is difficult for outsiders to know whether your husband has any contacts with the manor. Why not show up and have a chat, so that we can see his heroic demeanor? "
The mysterious man is no longer there. After speaking, Putist shouted several times, but the man said no more.
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(End of this chapter)