Pirate: I Loaded The Game Panel

The Tianlong people are the descendants of the 20 kings who established the new world government 800 years ago. They habitually call themselves "descendants of the creator" and live in the holy land of Maryjoa on the top of the red earth continent.

Dragons enjoy all privileges, whether legally permitted or prohibited. To them, the law is nothing more than disposable paper towels, not even paper towels!

Since the Chambord Islands are adjacent to Mary Joa and Marin Vando, there are usually many Tianlong people who come to the Chambord Islands to play in the name of "Nether".

Adrian never imagined that just after he landed in the Chambord Islands, he would meet the nobles of the world that ordinary pirates are afraid to avoid!

However, this is not the first time he has met the Tianlong people.

Before that time on Thred Island in the North Sea, Adrian also beat the Don Quixote who fell into the mortal world. He was convincing people with a living reason, a physical reason!

But the Chambord Islands are not Bisrid Island.

If you dare to offend the Tianlong people here, you will be dealt with on the spot, or you will be jointly attacked by the generals of the Navy headquarters and the CP0 department, and they will lead a large number of soldiers together!

Therefore, even the most daring pirates will rarely do anything that offends the Tianlong people.

At this moment, the Tianlong man with the sunglasses said impatiently again: "Hey, you fat man, if you can't speak, change someone to host again!"

After speaking, without waiting for the auctioneer to respond, the Tianlong man took out a pistol made of gold directly from the small table beside him, and shot it decisively without hesitation.

boom!

The brass bullet hit the auctioneer directly in the abdomen. The powerful impact made him unable to help but take a step back. A large amount of blood was instantly dripping from the hit area, dyeing the surrounding clothes red.

Boom!

The auctioneer who was shot was also a little clever, pretending that he was directly killed by the shot, and fell to the ground on his back.

His huge body slammed heavily on the stage of the auction house, making a deafening sound.

Originally, the auctioneer thought that he could get away with this, but how can the brain circuit of the Tianlong people be understood by ordinary people?

"Untouchables! Untouchables!"

The Sunglasses Tianlong man actually pointed at the auctioneer on the stage and was so angry that he cursed directly.

"You were killed so easily?"

"And you dared to fall to the ground so loudly, it scared me a lot!"

"Damn you! Damn!"

Bang bang bang! ! !

The Sunglasses Tianlongren fired several shots again, and shot the auctioneer's body on the stage pretending to be lying on the ground, killing the latter directly on the spot.

A pool of thick blood flowed out from under the fat auctioneer's body, leaving a rather dazzling scarlet mark on the stage.

After all the bullets in the golden pistol were emptied, the Sunglasses Tianlongren seemed to be unsatisfied, and continued to curse.

The Sophia auction hall fell into a state of dead silence. Except for the insults of the Tianlong people, the rest of the people were so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeats.

After a while, the staff of the Sophia auction house came out, took off the body of the fat auctioneer who had not had time to preside over the auction, and replaced it with a pale, trembling little man.

"Luo, Saint Roswald," the little man forced an extremely ugly smile on his face, very humbly facing the Tianlong people below the stand, and asked respectfully, "I don't know if you want to directly See the finale, or do you want the auction to go ahead?"

I don't know if it was because of the unpleasant person who had just killed him, Saint Roswald's mood improved a lot, and he waved his hand very generously.

"Just do it as usual!"

However, the damaged atmosphere in the auction hall is not so easy to reverse.

The first few auction items were simply uninterested and passed in directly.

It was not until half a quarter of an hour later that someone slowly started to raise their placards to bid, but it was also very little.

"The next item is a human slave."

The little speaker dryly read the auction information in his hand. It was obvious that he was just an unlucky guy who was pushed up at will, and he didn't know the slightest bit of words to mobilize the enthusiasm of the guests.

After briefly explaining the auction information, the small speaker directly signaled to the backstage.

After a while, several guards in steel helmets escorted a tall, middle-aged man with locked hands and feet, and a slave collar on his neck.

There was some commotion under the stage.

Adrian also frowned slightly. This slave was not on the previous auction list at all, apparently it was temporarily added by the auction house.

Obviously, such a "lot" is entirely to cater to the personal preferences of St. Roswald!

Adrian focused his attention on the slave strong man on stage.

Although this middle-aged man seems to still retain some strength, his eyes are completely dark, and there is no light.

And once a guard wants to approach, his body will subconsciously tremble a few times, and at the same time move his steps to step back, this is a conditioned reflex that occurs after long-term torture.

Seeing this, Adrian shook his head slightly.

He also spent several years in the sea, and he encountered slaves many times.

In the beginning, Adrian would well-meaningly free some innocent civilian slaves, but only later discovered that some people did not have the value of being saved.

Just like the strong slave man on stage at this time.

The long-term slave life has completely destroyed this man's spiritual will, and at this time he didn't even have the courage to end it on his own.

Even if it was forcibly rescued, it would be meaningless.

Because of the excesses of the previous auctions, the atmosphere off the court has eased a lot. After this fairly good slave appeared on the court, the atmosphere on the court finally warmed up a lot again.

"Eight million Baileys."

"9.6 million Baileys!"

Just when a rich man raised his placard to bid.

A lazy voice came from the front row, "One hundred million Baileys."

The venue fell into a state of complete silence again.

In addition to the high price, the one who really persuaded everyone to turn away was the person who made the offer!

That's right, it was Rosward St. who called out the offer.

"No, thank you very much for the generosity of Saint Roswald!" The little speaker stammered, "Now we will enter the final stage."

"This is a fur girl from the furry kingdom of the New World. It is a very rare Arctic fox fur. The starting price is 80 million Bailey."

As soon as the voice fell, Roswald directly quoted: "300 million!"

"Sorry, excuse me, 381 million Baileys."

Adrian raised his placard.