No matter how the host at the auction venue boasted that "this set of black iron armor in Nakma is so exquisite that it was not damaged in the battle. It was a fine product selected from tens of thousands of black iron armor seized from the Kenda plane," but the nobles below still could not raise any desire to buy.

A middle-aged nobleman with a big belly standing below the stage separated the crowd, walked to the bottom of the terrace, raised his head and said to the host standing on the terrace, "I am bluntly obsessed with the black iron armor, no matter how well your black iron armor is made, our knights can't use it. If the photo was taken just to recast the furnace, the value of these black iron armor would be greatly reduced. Unless this black iron armor was an armor worn by a Nakma general, if it had collection value, we would be able to bid, otherwise... you might as well weigh the armor and tell us."

The host stood next to the black iron armor with awkward look on his face because of the fat noble robbing him.

After a moment of silence, the host said: "Ahem, this set of Nakma black iron armor is just one of many armors. You must know that the plane war in the empire has been in full swing in the past two years. Many legions have been stationed in the military strongholds of the plane, guarding those resources. It can be said that those planes are the buffer zones of the entire Roland Continent. As long as those planes are not fallen one by one in the hands of the dark forces in the unjust prison, the war will not affect the land of the Green Empire for a while."

When the host on stage talked about this, the noise and discussions in the audience gradually became smaller.

This is the current situation of the Green Empire. The nobles are very clear-headed that once the unjust prison forces occupy the buffer zone formed by various planes, the next target must be the land of the Green Empire in the Roland Continent. However, the nobles of the Green Empire have always been very optimistic about the situation, and this optimism is based on the unmatched Knights in the hands of the major dukes.

However, the continuous losses on the Warsaw plane allowed some little lords to see the current situation clearly. In the Warsaw plane, the Evil Ghost Legion had an advantage in several confrontations with the Constructed Knights. The legion defense line built by the Duke of Ryan Boothman became riddled with holes under the impact of the Evil Ghost Legion. Especially after the royal Knights led by the Prince of Wales evacuated from the Warsaw plane, the situation became even more difficult to deal with.

During this period, many of the little lords with the construction of the Knights were extremely entangled. They not only hoped to take advantage of the Grand Dukes' legion-like combat hitchhike, but also worried that they would fall into the plane and could not get out. When they heard the victory, they would become excited, but they did not have the courage to take all their might.

The host continued: "You can probably feel that many planes can no longer be transported to the Green Empire normally, which directly led to the continuous soaring of various prices in the Green Empire. Magic herbs and mitral ingots are scarce in the imperial market. I believe everyone knows what kind of scarcity is that magical black iron is inferior to mitral silver in magical conductivity, but mitral mines on major planes have been unable to operate normally. I expect magical black iron will eventually replace mitral and become an important material for making magical ordnance."

I am a negative attitude about whether magic black iron can replace mitril. This matter must be distinguished from the uses of these magic metals. First of all, the main function of mitril is to make metal rune plates. These metal rune plates are the core part of magic weapons. The magic pattern array can provide a lot of energy for ordnances. For example, the core components of catapults and crossbows are all addictive. Of course, these belong to the category of magic weapons. For civil use, the most common ones are magic schooners, magic airships, magic street lights, etc. After all, magic black iron cannot replace mitril.

The host continued: "These black iron armors were commissioned by the leader of the Constructed Knights Order who had been fighting in the Kenda Plane for many years. These Constructed Knights had been fighting in the Kenda Plane for many years. For the Constructed Knights, these spoils seized due to the victory of the Plane War are their most direct rewards."

"After that being said, it is actually quite cost-effective to take back this magical black iron armor as a strategic reserve material."

I don’t know how many nobles the host’s words at the auction touched.

In short, those sneering at the magic black iron questioning basically disappeared, and then they began to bid for these magic black iron armors. The host said that the number of these Nakma people's black iron armors was 500 sets, because the number was relatively large, and the auction price was a single set of auctions, and the number of bidders could be reported on.

I poked Alia beside her, she turned to look at me, and I asked her in a low voice: "How much do you think this set of black iron armor is worth?"

"These Nakma people's black iron armor may only be worth one starting price, or even the starting price is not worth the starting price!" Alia said, obviously she was not optimistic about this batch of black iron armor.

She pulled my sleeve hard and whispered to me: "Don't be stupid. If you want to buy black iron ingots, I will help you contact a few big mine owners in private. It's much better than bidding for these purity black iron armors."

I smiled and said to her: "I want to see the owner of the big mine, and I want to buy black iron armor too!"

At this time, the host standing on the terrace on the second floor had raised his hand. He pointed to the black iron armor beside him and said, "This set of black iron armor weighs 650 pounds, and the purity of magic black iron is more than 70%!"

After hearing what the host on the terrace said, Alia curled her lips without any ladylike demeanor and said to me: "Hmph, the weight and purity have been reported. You still want to sell it for a recycling price. This set of armor is as flashy as the dwarf shield imported from the Dwarf Kingdom."

Before Alia's words could be finished, she heard the host standing on the terrace shouting: "Nakma people's black iron armor is now on bidding, with a starting price of 150 gold coins. Does anyone want it? Is there a funder who wants to buy it..."

The middle-aged nobleman with a big belly raised his hand in front...

However, there was silence around him, and only he raised his hand.

The host stood on the terrace and shouted loudly: "One hundred and fifty gold coins! Ha, Earl Orn has raised his hand, and Earl Orn has bid for one hundred and fifty gold coins."

"Ah! It's him! He's here! Earl Orn has stood up!" the host shouted excitedly.

However, the audience was silent and no one answered.

Earl Orn, who was standing in front, was a little stunned.

"Is there anyone bidding, is there anyone, is there anyone wanting?" the host asked loudly. Seeing that no one answered, he shouted out the countdown without hesitation: "Three, two, one! The deal."

The host smiled and said to Earl Orn: "Okay, let us congratulate Earl Orn for capturing the Black Iron Armor of the Nakma people at a starting price of 150 gold coins."

The middle-aged count with a swelling belly spat hard, pinched his hands on his waist like a bucket, and stood in the audience and complained loudly: "Damn, I know that no one wants this thing."

Someone joked, "Earl Orn, there are 500 sets of this kind of armor. Even if each person buys one in the auction hall, there are still more than 300 sets left. Who would argue with you about this starting price?"

Earl Orn slapped his head hard and shouted with regret: "Oh, I forgot about this."

The host standing on the terrace on the second floor held the railing with both hands and poked out his body to ask Earl Orn on the first floor: "Earl Orn, I don't know how many sets of black iron armor you want. You have opened so many blacksmith workshops in the imperial capital. At such a cheap price, you can buy a few more sets."

"Damn, I bought this black iron armor and went back. It was not to throw it into the stove and recast it. How much coke would it cost!" Orn said with a laugh.

"Then what do you want to do when you buy this set of black iron armor?" asked him the friend standing beside him.

Aoun said without thinking: "I want to put this set of armor at the gate of the blacksmith shop so that those blacksmiths can take a look at each day. Maybe their forging level can be improved."

Then, he shouted to the host of the auction on the terrace: "I only have one set, one set is enough."

Faced with the reality of Count Orn, the nobles on the field were booed.

The host saw that the surroundings became quiet and immediately carried out the next round of black iron armor auction. This batch of Nakma people has as many as 500 sets of black iron armor. If you bid one by one, you don’t know how long it will take to end, so you have to seize every second.

Just as the host repeated the previous words: "Nakma people's black iron armor is now on bidding, with a starting price of 150 gold coins. Does anyone want it..."

"One hundred and fifty gold." I stood in the back row, raised my hand quickly and said loudly.

The host on the terrace saw me and hesitated for a moment. He probably didn't recognize me, so he couldn't call out my name. But seeing that I looked so familiar, I was stuck in place for a moment. After three seconds, my eyes lit up and said loudly: "One hundred and fifty gold coins, Mrs. Alia's young magician friend bid 150 gold coins. Are there anything I want, and is there anything I want?"

There was silence all around, and no one answered. The host was just a little bit this time. Seeing that no one answered around, he immediately called out seconds, and then made a final decision and announced loudly: "Congratulations to this Madam Alia's magician friend for taking the second piece of black iron armor..."

At this time, a boo came from the audience. Someone directly asked the host on the terrace, "Hey, do you really don't know him? Or do you deliberately not read his name?"

The host stood on the terrace in confusion. Of course, he did not feel anything wrong with it. He immediately responded to the nobleman below the stage with a calm look on his face. He said, "Please forgive me. There are so many nobles and magicians in the imperial capital. I can't remember everyone's name. Although this is a small private auction, there are still places where I can't take care of it. I can't call out your name directly. I'm so sorry."

"He is Jijia Magician, the inscription master who holds the 'life magic pattern' on the fishman's body. Do you even know him?" I don't know who was making a fuss in the audience.

The audience was very familiar with the nobles after hearing this sentence, and their eyes were focused on me. Although I stood behind, the focus of these eyes fell on me, and I was surrounded by the nobles in the center.

Many people were surprised. Although most of these noble lords in the auction hall read magic newspapers, this does not mean that they would recognize me at first sight when they saw me. If there was no such a good man, I am afraid that a considerable number of people in the auction hall would have ignored my identity, but like the host, they regarded me as "Mrs. Alia's young magician friend."

Since my identity was hard to hide, I simply stood up and shouted to the host on the terrace: "You haven't asked me how many pieces of Nakma black iron armor I want."

The host, Cai Ru Meng, patted his forehead while waking up. Realizing that he had neglected, he immediately said, "Sorry, this is my negligence. So, how many pieces of black iron armor do you want?"

"I want all five hundred sets!" I stretched out one hand, opened five fingers to the host, and said loudly to him.

The entire auction hall was in an uproar, and no one would have thought that I would buy all these black iron armors.

"Five hundred sets, Jijia Magician, are you sure?" The host on the terrace asked me loudly with an excited look on his face.

Before I could answer, Alia beside her stood up from the seat, raised her elegant snow-white neck, and said to the host on the terrace: "Isn't what Jijia said clearly enough? By the way, where should my magic caravan convoy be parked before sunset?... pick up the goods."

"Mrs. Alia, Marquis Jonathan will make arrangements for you later." The host immediately said respectfully.

Then, the auction continued...

Alia and I followed a servant to the backstage. At this time, the Marquis Jonathan came up with a smile and greeted us. First, I thanked Alia for taking the time to come and support him in person, and brought ten spider silk magic pattern cloth. Then, I told Alia and I that there was only such a set of black iron armor in the manor, and the rest of the black iron armor was stored in the warehouse in the Airport Town. You can first pay the deposit here and then inspect the goods in the Airport Town. However, if you want to trade, you have to wait at least three days later. The Airport Town has been under martial law these days.

A drunken arc curled up the corner of Alia's mouth and asked Marquis Jonathan with a smile: "Isn't this battle on the Kenda plane a great victory? And the big crack in the abyss was also sealed, why do we make the atmosphere tense? Did the soldiers return triumphantly and not even the simplest welcome ceremony? What happened there?"

The Marquis Jonathan hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Since you ask, it's okay to tell you. Anyway, people from the Imperial Capital will know about this matter sooner or later. However, the Imperial Army issued a ban on this matter, and the major dukes have communicated in private, so please do not spread the word."

Alia also agreed very readily and said, "Okay, I promise that Jijia and I will not tell you about this."

Seeing Alia say this, Marquis Jonathan first dispersed the servants around him, and then lowered his voice and said to Alia and me: "This time in the Kenda plane, a commander-level figure was seriously injured on the battlefield. It is said that his life is in danger and will arrive in the imperial capital tomorrow afternoon. I am afraid that Lord Sora, a Campbell Sanatorium, has already been prepared. This matter involves the structure of the northern and southern forces of the Green Empire, so he has been suppressed by the above and has not revealed any news..."

When I heard Marquis Jonathan say this, cold sweat stayed along my forehead, I suddenly thought that Ying Li has been staying in Prince James's manor recently. Could it be that Prince James, the supreme commander of the South Wind Legion, was injured?

Thinking of this, Alia and I looked at each other.

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A genius remembers the address of this site in one second:...:m.
Chapter completed!