"Master Strane's private diary records the major experiences of the legendary alchemist Stren during the ten years of age of forty to fifty. The master began to establish the preliminary concept of all the projects he had started to study during this period. There are comprehensive records in the diary, and even some unknown research results and failures were included in the diary." The auction host signaled to the assistant below the stage, and the assistant filled a crystal stone into the magic circle below the stage. A light curtain immediately floated on the stage, and a quaint notebook placed flat on the auction table was displayed: "Forty-eight days ago, Lu Lun Town, Faral Empire, was placed in the light curtain.

Several town residents found a secret basement in a ruined ruin outside the town. They found a crystal box in the basement containing many relics including this note. These town residents guessed that it might be valuables, so they came here for an appraisal and auction at the suggestion of others. After the bank's appraisal, the diary was indeed the relics of Master Strayne. According to convention, the bank solemnly promised that there would be no copying of the contents in the diary during the appraisal. If the contents in the diary were circulated to the outside world due to the bank's reasons, the bank will make compensation based on three times the auction results."

Strayne is a legendary alchemist born more than 300 years ago. He has had profound research on alchemy potions, especially mental recovery potions. He invented and improved countless potions in his life, which is a recognized wonder in the academic community. He has obtained countless achievements, but the most famous ones are three. He invented the sleeping potions 277 years ago, improved the meditation potions 270 years ago, and improved the mental recovery potions 253 years ago. These three achievements have benefited all the mages for more than 200 years, and also allowed the inventor, Strayne, to the pinnacle of honor.

However, Strane's personality is withdrawn. He lived alone in his later years and his life was lonely. Most of the relics were scattered and lost, which made many scholars cry regretfully. Whenever a relics were discovered, it would cause a carnival in the academic community.

"The auction starts now. Master Streen's diary starts at 70,000 gold coins, with a minimum price of 5,000 gold coins. Please ask the bidder to bid." The auctioneer finished speaking, but the venue fell into silence. No one bids, or even no one talks. The venue seemed to have entered the calm period before the storm, and a huge storm was brewing.

"Drip." The prompt sounded, and the auctioneer looked at the signal: "The auctioneer No. 147 applied for on-site notes and appraisal. Are there any other applicants?"

In an instant, the sound of the prompt was a whole. Those who had financial resources and purchase plans wanted to identify the appraisal. Although some mages who could not afford it would definitely not be able to buy it, they followed them in the fun with the mentality of even looking at it. As a result, almost every mage pressed the button for on-site appraisal.

The usually steady, mysterious and arrogant mages suddenly made such childish actions, which made the auctioneer, who was the host, laughed and cried. Fortunately, the auction house had already made a response plan for this. He raised his hand and pressed down, raising the volume and said: "Because there are too many people applying for appraisal, time cannot meet everyone's appraisal needs. Our bank has considered this situation in advance. So we invited Master An Tuyin, the president of the Mage Guild, to conduct an authoritative appraisal on site for everyone."

"Hiss." The sound of air sniffling in the venue was continuous, and the familiar mages whispered to each other. Although they completely believed in Antuyin's authority, they were extremely indignant about the person who appeared here at this time.

"It's over, this damn elf is here to participate." "Yes, this old bastard. Who can compete with the guild's guild?" "It's not purchased in the name of the guild. If it's purchased in the name of the guild, it should be put in the library, and everyone will have the chance to see it." "I think beautifully. Who would be willing to put this kind of material into the library before I die. Anyway, I can't bear to buy it, so it's definitely not purchased in the name of the guild. We still have a chance." "Are you stupid? Can our property add up to the wealth accumulated by others in a thousand years?" "That's time to fight, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry, everyone." The handsome and handsome elf mage walked up to the auction table from the front row, and a peaceful voice spread throughout every corner of the venue: "Will the Auction Mage Guild participate in the auction this time, and I will not participate in the auction, so everyone does not have to worry about not having a chance."

"Wow." There was an uproar in the venue. Most scholars and alchemists who had begun to despair had rekindled their hope in their eyes. Someone directly used the wind-attributed spell to amplify themselves: "Sir, is this the guild's promise?"

"Yes, the guild's promise." Antuyin nodded and said, "No one will secretly buy it on behalf of the guild."

"Then please ask for an appraisal." Someone couldn't help but urged: "We all believe in your appraisal results."

"How is it, are you prepared?" Panis asked in the No. 16 box with a tragic expression to Vivian and whispered.

"Not at all." Vivian sighed and said bitterly: "The auction catalog only contains magic notes from the alchemist. Who can tell that it is Strayne's? Why can't the auction house be more professional and cannot indicate in advance that it is Strayne's?"

"What's wrong?" Katherine and Lina didn't know what was going on, and asked in confusion: "Is this person very famous?"

"How to say it?" Freya explained for the distressed Vivian: "For this note, the old people below who are older than grandparents swung their chairs and beat them on the spot. If this thing was not auctioned in the City of Knowledge, it would have been robbed at least ten times in the time since the beginning of the auction. But then again, this thing will only be so valued at the City of Knowledge. In the eyes of many alchemists, Strane is like a god. Fortunately, I am not a specialty in alchemy, otherwise I am also a crazy member now, just like that idiot."

The idiot Freya was referring to was now lying blankly at the window of the box, looking at the auction table in a daze, his eyes full of dullness.

"Is this thing so important?" Catherine asked in her arms with Vivian, "I have never seen you look like this."

"Do you remember I said three kinds of potions that I want to improve?" Vivian said in disappointment: "The last time the improver or inventor was him, and two of them were improved and invented within the time period of 40 to 50. In other words, with this diary, maybe, maybe, maybe you can find a solution to my current problem from it."

"Have you encountered a problem?" Catherine was stunned and asked, "I haven't seen you conduct an experiment recently."

"Many experiments are just simulated here." Vivian pointed to his head: "The idea is completely stuck, and this thing is now a life-saving straw."

"After the appraisal of President Antuine, this is indeed the notes of Master Strayne." The host spoke again after a few minutes of silence: "If everyone has no objection, the auction will continue."

"drop."

"Fifty thousand gold coins, the guests in the No. 16 box bid for 150,000 gold coins." The host shouted: "It seems that the guests in the No. 16 box are very interested in notes, and they doubled the price. The current price is 150,000 gold coins, are there any higher ones?"

"Customer No. 38, customer No. 38 increased by 10,000 yuan. Now it is 160,000 yuan, 200,000 yuan, 200,000 yuan, 230,000 yuan. No. 94 offered 230,000 yuan, 230,000 yuan, 230,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan..."

"It's over." Vivian covered her face dejectedly and said in pain: "Let's go back, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Forty-hundred thousand, my goodness, 400,000. The No. 16 box is for 400,000 yuan. The highest bid for this auction has appeared, 400,000 gold coins."

"Huh?" The host's words made Vivian feel dazed. When he turned around, he found Lina looking at her with a smile on her face.

"Why do you have to go back?" Lina came over and pinched Vivian's face with her hands and pulled it to both sides: "In my opinion, the auction is not over yet."

"Forty-five thousand, the number seven guest bids for 450,000 yuan. The competition has now entered the most intense state, with a high price of 450,000 yuan." The host's voice sounded particularly annoying in the ears of Vivian and Lina. But he was helpless: "Well, it seems that it's really over."

"480,000. No. 5 private room 480,000, 490,000. No. 7 private room 490,000,000. No. 5 private room 490,000,000. No. 5 private room has increased the price to 500,000. Oh, 600,000,000. The guests of No. 16 private room are very courageous and directly added 100,000, and now they have reached 600,000 gold coins."

"Sister, are you crazy too?" Vivian and Lina turned around and looked at Catherine incredibly. Vivian said uneasyly: "You still have debts, don't join in the fun."

"As long as there is enough time, you can earn 150,000 sooner or later." Catherine said calmly: "But there is only one life-saving straw, and I can still tell which one is important."

"Sister, you..." Vivian's eyes were a little red: "I'm sorry, my desire this time has dragged everyone down."

"It's okay, hehe." Catherine smiled sly: "Anyway, I just pressed into the portion of Panis."

"Hey", Penis glared at Catherine with his eyes squintedly: "Why did my part disappear like this?"

"Puchi." Vivian, whose eyes were red, couldn't help laughing, pointed at Panis and smiled: "Can your expression be a little more tragic?"

"The price of No. 5 is 647,000, and the price of No. 5 is 647,000. It seems that the customer of No. 5 has invested all his property. If no one bids higher, the diary will be... 680,000. The customer of No. 2 who has never offered a price has bid 680,000 for the first time. Oh my God, 750,000, and No. 16 is 750,000 for the price. Even I was shocked by this price. Is there anything higher? It is now 750,000."

"Hmph." Panis said with his hands on his chest and raised his head, "If you press me in, I will press you in your share too. Now, if someone raises the price, everyone can go home."

"I still have 50,000 cash." Freya took out a small bag and threw it on the table: "As a former member of the Adventure Group, I can also do my part. If it is 800,000, I should be able to take a picture."
Chapter completed!