Chapter 572 Eliza's Request

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Eliza of Storm Canyon.

Not long ago, Angel handed her the fake "Blood Kingship" he had refined. I didn't expect to see her in the appraisal room of the Sky Auction today.

Eliza was walking out of an appraisal room that specializes in serving formal wizards, followed by an old man in a silver wizard robe.

"Sir Ghost Face, are you really not considering putting it on this auction? I promise that as long as you put it on, it will definitely become the finale of this auction." The old man said earnestly, his robe was painted with gear-shaped dark patterns, and every movement seemed as if the gears on it were rolling.

"Don't follow me, I said I won't sell it." Eliza interrupted the old man unhappily.

"But..."

"Don't say but or no, those two things are not a set, and their prices are not linked, don't follow me!" Eliza turned around and shouted, making the old man who wanted to continue to say a few words finally shut up, and went back to the appraisal room and closed the door.

Their conversation was not covered by magic, so everyone around heard it. From the conversation, Angel guessed that the old man should want Eliza to auction a certain treasure, but Eliza didn't want to.

As for what the treasure was that made the old man in the appraisal room say "definitely the finale", Angel had no intention of spying, and even Angel turned around the moment he saw Eliza.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Eliza again.

Not to mention how embarrassing it was for him to help others refine the "Blood Kingship" with his self-righteousness, this secret treasure alone involved too many relationships, and even Sanders asked him not to get involved in it, so Angel's first reaction when he saw Eliza was to turn around and slip away.

But no matter how fast Angel moved, he couldn’t be faster than Elisa’s peripheral vision.

"Hey, isn't this Angel?"

Before Angel could react, Eliza appeared beside him: "Eliza... Lady."

"I've been looking for you these days, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Eliza's voice came from behind the mask: "I went to the Flower Manor to find you. Sanders said that you have been practicing alchemy in seclusion. I guess you practiced alchemy just to participate in this auction?"

Angel nodded: "I made some insignificant gadgets and wanted to exchange them for some magic crystals."

Eliza simply wanted to start a conversation, and didn't try to find out what Angel had made. Instead, she continued: "I just have something to talk to you about. Why don't we talk about it somewhere else?"

Angel shook his head quickly: "The mentor ordered me to return to the manor before nightfall. It's dark now. If you have anything to say, why don't you talk here?"

Eliza frowned, not knowing whether what Angel said was true or false, but since Angel had already used Sanders' name, she couldn't just capture him. I could only nod and say, "Okay, listen..."

Eliza's mouth moved slightly, and the voices were directly imprinted in Angel's heart.

As Eliza spoke, Angel's expression became more and more strange. In the end, he shook his head and said to Eliza, "It's impossible. I can't refine it. My Lord, please ask someone else."

"But, I heard that you have already touched that level, haven't you?"

"My Lord Eliza, it was just an accident. It was mainly because of the thousands of years of accumulated heritage of the Black Castle that I accidentally touched that level. If I really want to do it again, it is absolutely impossible." Angel said sternly, "Mysterious things are not a joke."

Eliza seemed to understand, and finally sighed, "Okay, it seems that I can only continue to fish for King Guman..."

Angel pretended that he was deaf and didn't want to hear anything.

Since he had clearly said no, Eliza didn't make it difficult for Angel and let him go.

But watching Angel disappear in the shadow of the lights, Elisa couldn't help sighing. She had already thought of a way to fool King Guman, but it seemed that Angel wouldn't work.

But she couldn't do it. In such a big mechanical city, it seemed that there was no one else who had come into contact with the mysterious level except Angel.

"Brother..." With a sigh, Elisa shook her head and disappeared into the night.

On the way back, Angel was still glad that he didn't get involved too much in the "secret treasure". As for the last request made by Elisa, Angel didn't even think about it and completely threw it behind his mind, because that request was absolutely impossible with his current ability.

After all, Elisa's request was basically for Angel to refine a mysterious item again.

But, if the mysterious item was so easy to refine, would it still be worthy of the word "mysterious"?

Back to the Flower Manor, the night was thick. Angel was bombarded with fatigue from not sleeping for many days. He originally planned to find Greya and ask Greya what kind of illusion she wanted. But he was too sleepy. As soon as Angel returned to his room, he was sealed in bed and fell into a deep sleep. In a blink of an eye, it was the afternoon of the next day.

When Angel woke up, he was still in a daze.

If Sanders hadn't said that the auction would start soon, he would probably have stayed in bed for a long time.

After quickly cleaning himself and changing into a close-fitting gentleman's suit, Angel went out.

At the door, a tall horse with a black carriage was ready, waiting for the two to get in the car, and then slowly walked towards the sky auction.

After Angell boarded the carriage, he saw Sanders, who was silent inside, and the first thing he asked was: "Why do you want to take a carriage?"

Whether walking or flying, isn't it faster than a carriage?

Sanders glanced at him lightly, and that glance contained a very complicated emotion.

Angell understood it alone: ​​"Sense of ritual."

After all, it was an auction event. As a wizard who claimed to be aristocratic, he had to have a sense of ritual when participating in any social activities, or go through a formality... To put it bluntly, it was to pretend to be cool.

Angell just silently accompanied Sanders to pretend to be cool.

He thought it would be particularly embarrassing when they arrived at the sky auction in a carriage, after all, so many people would be watching, but later he found that he was overthinking.

Sanders was at most just maintaining his face as a "noble lord", and many wizards didn't even care about face.

There were more and more weird personalities among wizards.

Angell saw a wizard holding an orange tree, who insisted on entering the venue. The orange tree was two meters wide and ten meters high, and was full of fruits.

The guard wizard standing at the door did not stop him after checking the other party's information.

In addition, there were many people who came to the auction in carriages. The tall carriage chosen by Sanders was the most low-key one among the carriages.

There were also carriages pulled by eagles, which looked much cooler than their carriages.

Angell originally thought that this sense of ceremony was a bit embarrassing, but now he suddenly felt that Sanders was still a low-key person.

The auction began in this ups and downs of mysterious mood.

Just like the last twilight auction, how could Sanders not have a VIP box with his status?

This time, Angell was with Sanders in the VIP box on the third floor, and the box number was 012. Although the number was at the back, the view was the best among all the boxes, facing the auction table on the first floor.

A series of auction items passed by quickly with the flashing of lights and the introduction of the auctioneer.

The first few auction items were items such as potion sets. Although the prices were also very expensive, there was almost nothing to say. The prices were purely based on quantity.

The only thing worth mentioning was that Angel was no stranger to the auctioneer who presided over this auction.

She was a middle-aged woman wearing a silver-white tight uniform, with her hair tied up high and a serious face.

"Teacher, why is she here?" Angel looked at the figure on the stage with curiosity in his eyes.

"She is from the Sky Mechanical City, so it's not surprising that she is here." Sanders paused and raised his mouth: "Maybe she was in the Savage Cave and couldn't get what she wanted, so she had to return to the Sky Mechanical City."

"Can't get what she wants?" Angel didn't know what Sanders meant.

"The daughter of the Beast King, do you think she would come to the Savage Cave without a purpose? Just to stay in the small Sky Tower and be a district supervisor?" Sanders said frankly that there was no need to explain these things to Angel, but Angel was progressing too fast. He estimated that it wouldn't take long for Angel to enter the core circle of the Savage Cave, and he would know these things sooner or later.

"The daughter of the Beast King?" Angel muttered this sentence, and it took him a while to react: "Teacher, are you saying that Lady Melantha is the daughter of the Mechanical Beast King?"

Sanders nodded: "Yes."

The auctioneer on the stage was Melantha, who was the supervisor of the Sky Tower in the Savage Cave. Angel originally had a good impression of her, but after the incident of the parasitic mother, his impression of Melantha and Baroque took a sharp turn for the worse.

Angel's mind appeared Rosen's face, and then looked at Melantha's appearance.

Angel never thought that these two people would be father and daughter. Except for their cold expressions, they are obviously not alike at all. Even the coldness of their expressions, they have a clear difference. Rosen is pure coldness, while Melantha is cold with a serious and old-fashioned coldness.

"Melantha returned to the Mechanical City, I think for that road. Unfortunately, Rosen can't help much in this regard." Sanders said lightly.

"That road?" Angel was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Mentor, do you mean the road of true knowledge?"

"That's right. She thinks too much, so she can't get on this road." Sanders paused: "Just like Flora."

The reason why Flora didn't set foot on the road of true knowledge is because she thinks too much? But what does it mean to think too much?

Angel asked this question, and Sanders smiled: "You are just thinking too much now."

The topic ended here, because Angel found that the butterfly heart necklace he auctioned was placed on the auction table.