"First time for 680,000 gold coins!" Seeing that there were no more bids, the auctioneer began to count down.

"Six hundred and eighty thousand gold coins for the second time!"

The wealthy businessman who paid 680,000 gold coins had a look of pain and excitement on his face.

680,000 was indeed a bit expensive, but when he thought that he could buy a rare elf for 680,000, he felt that 680,000 was not so expensive.

You know, the opportunity to connect with the city lord cannot be bought with 680,000 yuan!

"One million." Qiao Nan only spoke when the auctioneer was about to say it for the third time.

The wealthy businessman's smile froze on his face.

"First time in a million dollars! Does anyone want to increase the bid?" the auctioneer shouted excitedly.

The wealthy businessman was so angry that the flesh on his face was shaking. He stood up suddenly and said, "Who dares to steal something from me!"

"I like it, so I want it, what does it have to do with you?" Qiao Nan was not afraid, but laughed contemptuously, "The auction house is where anyone with money can buy it, what, you want to break the rules of the auction house?

"

The rich businessman was so angry that the flesh on his face was shaking, and he pointed his trembling fingers at Qiao Nan, "Do you want money? Okay, let me see if you have the money to fight with me."

"This gentleman." The girl sitting next to Qiao Nan couldn't help but say, "He is the patriarch of the Hollas family. You can't compare with him."

Qiao Nan blinked and smiled at her, "Thank you for your concern, but no need."

Seeing that Qiao Nan didn't listen, the woman rolled her eyes.

If he doesn't listen to others' advice, he will be punished when he leaves the auction house.

"Our husband is the head of the Hollas family. I advise you not to rob us. Otherwise, you will have a good time."

Qiao Nan sneered, but leaned back, "I have never thought about quitting, and I am willing to cooperate at any time. Of course, I hope you will not regret your decision today."

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In the lounge of the Lord of Bangal City, an elegant man with long white hair is sitting at the table. There are many piles of parchment on his right hand, which are today's affairs of Bangal City.

The carved wooden door of the main room of the city was wide open, and the open windows and doors let in the cool breeze, sweeping away the heat in the room.

"Mr. Noel." A middle-aged man in a black suit knocked on the door holding a stack of documents and reminded the young man, "The bandit group outside the city was solved and the bounty was just collected. Here are today's documents. Please

You take a look."

"Oh?" The man raised his head, revealing an elegant and handsome face. He also wore a pair of single-sided round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were narrow and long, and his hair was neatly combed back, without even a trace of broken hair.

He was wearing a white stand-up collared robe with gold trim. He was neat and spotless from head to toe. His clothes had also been ironed. There were no other creases except for the necessary folds when sitting down. The stand-up collar shirt was neatly pressed against his neck.

Only a small section of his neck and face were exposed, and even when correcting documents, he wore a pair of snow-white gloves on his hands.

"Who is it?"

"It's a swordsman named 'Qiao'."

When he heard the name Qiao, the hand of the man named Noel who was correcting the document paused. The ink left an ugly black spot on the parchment due to this momentary pause, and his gloves were accidentally stained with black stains.

Stains.

Noel frowned, put down his quill, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can. He then took new gloves from the storage ring and put them on. Then he continued to ask, "Has your identity background been checked?"

"It's the people from Malden town who came here with the adventurers."

"There have been a lot more adventurers recently." Noel pondered, "Do you have a portrait of him?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "But it should be good to be able to deal with Jia Tu and the others."

Jia Tu and the others have been wandering around outside the city and wreaking havoc for a long time. The city lord's palace has never been able to find time to deal with them, so they can only be put on the wanted list.

It would be best if there are adventurers willing to take action. If not, they will deal with these bandits after the hunting season ends.

The previous city lord didn't care about this and only cared about eating, drinking and enjoying himself. Now there is a new acting city lord. He originally planned to deal with them in the next few days, but he didn't expect that an adventurer would do it for them.

The supervisor came here just to inform this senior official from the imperial capital of the matter. After the report, he placed the document on the table in front of him, then bowed and left. When he left, he reached out and closed the door to give Noel a clean slate.

space.

Now everyone in the city lord's palace is busy. The previous lord of Bangal City died during the hunting season not long ago, and the main city cannot be left without someone to take care of things. Therefore, the imperial capital sent Mr. Noel here to temporarily manage Bangal City.

Mr. Noel, who came from the imperial capital, is very individual, very strong, and has good business skills. He quickly reorganized Bangal City in the few days he came here.

The requirements for hygiene and symmetry have reached a terrifying level, which is really unbearable.

Norman looked at the document with a black dot irritably. After holding back for a long time, he quickly scanned the document, signed it and put it aside.

After doing all this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming here was his own choice.

The Imperial Capital was too depressing, and staying in that residence full of traces of his teacher would only make it impossible for him to escape from the past.

Instead of dwelling on the past, it's better to change the environment.

So Norman changed his face and name, and came to the remote city of Bangal.

Norman rubbed his eyebrows, then closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair to let his sore brain take a rest.

These tasks shouldn't have made him so tired, he just found it boring to deceive himself and others like this.

Although he knew that such hopeless waiting would be fruitless, he still held on to a trace of luck, thinking that maybe the teacher would be reincarnated and appear in front of him again.

He has learned the knowledge given to him by his teacher and has become the greatest outstanding magician in the human race besides his teacher. He can confidently say that he is the most knowledgeable person on this continent besides his teacher.

But what can happen? Even the most knowledgeable people cannot resurrect the teacher. They can only look for the subtle hope day after day.

Norman just took a short rest and then started working again. Maybe he was thinking about something. After finishing all the work on the table, he put his eyes on the parchment brought by the middle-aged man.

Called Joe...?

Norman spread out the brown paper. On it was the most common mission report, as well as the final information about the person who completed the mission.

And the one at the bottom is the signature of the person who completed the task.

Norman's originally calm gaze was suddenly shocked when he saw that name.

There are many people named Joe in this world. In the more than a hundred years he has lived, he has seen countless guys named Joe, including men and women, old and young, but none of them are his teachers. But when Norman saw

This man's handwriting is extremely sure.

When the teacher writes, he always likes to slightly mention the word at the end of each sentence, and the font he writes in is also what he calls a cursive font.

When the teacher first wrote this type of font, it led to a trend across the continent. Anyone with some capital would use cursive fonts to write letters and documents.

But Norman just found the teacher's handwriting among the countless cursive characters.

This is the handwriting of my teacher who has been dead for many years!

Norman had imagined countless times that his teacher could come back to life, but now that he had really come back to life, he felt unbelievable.
Chapter completed!