After the knowledge exchange is complete, according to the rules, it's time for the exchange of goods. This step is somewhat similar to an auction, where the first and last items to be presented always fetch higher prices.
I don't know what benefits Oma gained, but he managed to snag a winning start.
A cage covered with a black cloth was carried in, and when the cloth was lifted, the eyes of almost all the male dark Mage widened in shock.
A stunning beauty entered their field of vision; her snow-white skin was almost entirely naked, with a palm-sized, semi-transparent veil revealing glimpses of her indescribable features.
Her milky white hair cascaded over her two full breasts, her amber eyes held an alluring shyness, and behind her hips, a fiery red fox tail swayed like snow, while on her head, white cat ears trembled gently, exuding seductive charm... Without a doubt, she was an absolute stunner.
It's not just her appearance, but more importantly, the allure that comes from within.
This maid named Patra possesses an astonishing talent for charm, a judgment Lancelot made.
He was somewhat surprised. Wouldn't it be better to keep such a top-notch maid for himself? Charm is one of the six major physical attributes, with Infinity potential. If he trained this woman, wouldn't he have an extra helper?
But soon, Lancelot understood. Looking at Oma's reluctant, fearful yet greedy eyes beside him, he understood Oma's thoughts.
This maid is indeed quite good, but she's not Oma can control. What if their power reverses in the future?
Charisma is a Cornerstone power for mind sorcerers; given its astonishing power, can such charisma truly lead to complete brainwashing?
It's highly likely that Patra is faking it. This woman, who has undergone Human Dao physical modifications, has been completely corrupted, transforming from the righteous White Witch into a cunning and alluring vixen. If her magic hadn't been suppressed, Oma might already be dead.
But he couldn't bear to let Oma kill Patra, because such a top-quality maid was of immeasurable value. The magic stones he could earn from this deal might be equivalent to several years' or even decades' worth of income.
There's a saying that goes something like this: when the profits are big enough, merchants are even willing to risk being hanged; they'll sell the rope that could strangle them to their enemies at a high price.
Through Lancelot's observations and exploration of Antoine's memories, he understood that Oma might not be a pure dark Mage, but this fat man was definitely a pure businessman whose passion for making money far exceeded his passion for magical research.
So, Oma took a huge risk and put Patra up for auction.
Looking back at Patra more closely, Lancelot, with his Demigod -like perception, immediately sensed something amiss. It seemed that another side, a side symbolizing extreme darkness and fear, was hidden within this woman's body.
"It's been ruined?" Lancelot thought strangely.
At the same time, the enchanting fox Patra, who was displaying her ultimate charm on stage, suddenly felt a jolt in her heart. In a hazy state, she seemed to sense a grand and vast will flashing through her mind. This magnificent and powerful spiritual will was like the blazing sun in the sky, completely different from the sinister and perverse spiritual fluctuations of black Mage, leaving an extremely deep impression on the enchanting fox.
But when the enchanting fox Patra tried to sense it more closely, that terrifying will vanished without a trace, as if it were her imagination.
But Patra knew she was not mistaken; there was definitely an extremely terrifying figure hiding in this room.
"Could he be Legendary powerhouse?" the enchanting fox Patra wondered to herself, and began to subtly shift her gaze, scrutinizing everyone present.
She first ruled out Oma, that fat bastard, and Antoine Patra, who was in cahoots with Oma. She hated these two people to the extreme, and she knew them so well that she would never mistake them. So her gaze just swept over them lightly, without lingering for long.
"Your perception talent is quite strong; you were actually able to detect my will fluctuations..." Lancelot looked at the alluring figure of the fox spirit Patra with great interest, solemnly declaring that he was not lusting after her body, but simply curious.
Despite Mid-Rank Transcendent being, she was able to sense Lancelot's will fluctuations. Even if it was because Lancelot was slightly careless and not wary of a mere Mid-Rank Transcendent, it was still enough to demonstrate this woman's outstanding talent.
Without Logo's Eye of Insight, Lancelot couldn't directly see the information panel of the Enchanting Fox Patra, but he speculated that this woman's talent, according to the Crimson Alliance's ranking of Ability Energy potential, was at least SS, or even higher.
Don't think this is impossible. Fate is unpredictable. Anything can happen in the Astral Realm. There are countless beings who awaken extraordinary talents after experiencing great changes.
After all, in a large forest, you'll find all sorts of birds.
With a large number of Transcendent individuals, all sorts of bizarre beings are likely to emerge.
"The Maid Fox, whose real Patra, comes from the White Mage School ' Jasmine Thicket.' After undergoing human modification by the Mage Oma of Sweet Cottage, she will absolutely leave you breathless..."
The host was a short male black Mage wearing a comical mask. His voice carried a seductive quality, but it wasn't overt; at most, it slightly aroused the audience's desire to buy, mainly to create an atmosphere.
However, compared to the terrifying allure of the enchanting fox Patra, these petty tricks were utterly insignificant. As soon as the masked man finished speaking, a flurry of bids echoed throughout the hall.
The atmosphere instantly reached a climax. Oma's breathing gradually became heavier, and the joy in his eyes grew stronger as the transaction price continued to rise. In his ears, he seemed to hear the crisp and pleasant sound of magic stones clattering together.
Oma was not mistaken; a metallic clang suddenly rang out, sweeping across the room like a raging hurricane, drowning out all other noises.
Clang!
A surge of energy transformed into a storm of sword blades, lightly sweeping across each dark Mage, bringing their movements to an abrupt halt almost simultaneously. Subsequently, lines of blood began to appear on their necks and other areas, crisscrossing blood-red lines distributed across their bodies, as if an artist were painting.
The fox spirit Patra's pupils constricted, her body curling into a ball. The deadly threat emanating from all directions made her feel as if she were standing naked in the biting cold wind, with ferocious, savage beasts lurking not far away, baring their teeth and staring at her slender, snow-white neck, swallowing hard...
Bang!!
Her illusions shattered. A familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared before her, seemingly out of nowhere. It was Antoine —no, not Antoine. Though it was the same body, it was a different person, a completely different person. The Enchanting Fox, Patra, was certain of this!
Lancelot stroked his chin, looking strangely at the half-naked woman whose face was filled with fear, but whose eyes gleamed with pleasure. He became even more certain that this woman had gone mad.
Snap! Snap!
Minced flesh fell to the ground like raindrops, and in an instant, blood and bones mixed with tattered clothing soaked the precious wooden floor in a pool of blood.
Including Oma, all the dark Mage in the hall were easily pulverized by Lancelot. Their elegance and composure in life were buried in this still magnificent but now chaotic hall as their final resting place.
"Leave the City of Freedom, this is not a place for you." Lancelot casually sliced open the cage that imprisoned the fox spirit Patra, and shot out electricity to break the magical restraints within her, restoring her magic power. He then turned to leave.
Just then, a soft, weak voice rang out, "I... can I follow you? You can do anything to me..."
"No need..." Lancelot waved his hand without turning his head. He was joking. If he dared to bring the enchanting fox Patra home, Zyra would definitely be furious. Although Mona was gentle and generous and willing to share a man with Zyra, that was based on the premise that she and Zyra were also the closest of friends. Zyra was one of her closest people. Try it with another woman? Did you really think the Dark Rose had no temper?
Besides, Lancelot wasn't a lecherous man. Two women at home were enough for him to handle in his spare time. The rest of the time, he had to devote to his wife—cultivation!
But at that moment, Lancelot suddenly stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his head away.
The enchanting fox Patra thought that this unknown benefactor had changed his mind, and a look of joy flashed in her eyes. Little did she know that Lancelot was not looking at her out of the corner of his eye, but at a golden light that descended from the sky.
The golden light fell upon the enchanting fox, Patra, causing her luck to skyrocket and unlocking her latent talents, silently and dramatically changing the course of her life.
"A new Child of Destiny? What a coincidence! Is it because of me? No, it's not just that. Perhaps they sensed this woman's talent and then bestowed their Fate upon her..."
Lancelot had many thoughts on his mind.
One must first have talent to become Child of Destiny.
They first received the gift of the world's power, which gave them the talents befitting their status Child of Destiny.
This is a question worth pondering.
It's like the chicken-or-egg dilemma.
Whether it was the enchanting fox Patra who awakened her talent under Oma's torment and was subsequently chosen by the Plane Will the plane to become the Child of Destiny, or the opposite, Lancelot never figured it out.
But this didn't stop him from making further investments.
Lancelot casually tossed out a storage ring and stepped forward, "Grow up as quickly as possible..."
The words fell like drifting leaves, gradually reaching the ground, while the figure disappeared even earlier.
The enchanting fox, Patra, squatted on the ground, holding a silver ring in her hands and pressing it against her chest. Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed lost in thought.
She only slowly stood up when she heard footsteps outside again.
With her movements, the previous gentleness vanished instantly, replaced by a Witch of Fear exuding a languid and alluring aura, as if she had suddenly transformed from Xiaobai into Poison Widow.
A slight smile played on her lips. The witch tiptoed and danced gracefully in the pool of blood. Her figure blurred, and a dark purple dress appeared, enveloping her exquisite body before gradually disappearing without a trace...
Ah~!!
A moment later, a scream like a groundhog rang out, and a Mage apprentice, his face streaked with tears and snot, scrambled out of the corridor. Soon, the entire stone building erupted in chaos as countless dark Mage poured into the blood-and-bone-mixed room, many of them with ashen faces.
Half an hour later.
Sheriff Benjamin of District 121 rushed over, and upon seeing the horrific scene in the hall, Benjamin pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively thought of the "Slaughter Divine Church."
Those madmen who worship the God of Slaughter love to kill in this violent and cruel way to please their gods, and offering up skulls as a sacrifice is commonplace.
Because the City of Freedom is located at the border between the "Arcane Ring" and the territory of the "Slaughter Divine Church," it has been dealing with these Slaughter madmen for many years and is all too familiar with their methods.
Therefore, upon seeing the crime scene, Benjamin immediately thought of the Slaughter Divine Church, which made him tense up and his face become serious.
To outsiders, the group of dark Mage may seem like lunatics, but in the eyes of dark Mage, the fanatical followers of the Slaughter Divine Church are the truly insane ones.
At least those dark Mage have some logic when they kill; they kill you either because they're in a bad mood or for research purposes. But those lunatics of the Slaughter Divine Church kill for the sake of killing, with absolutely no logic whatsoever.
Having arrived and departed in haste, Benjamin prepared to report the incident. He seemed convinced that the Slaughter Divine Church was responsible and was ready to have someone from above deal with the madmen of the Slaughter Divine Church.
Benjamin didn't want to deal with these unreasonable guys; he wasn't ready to die yet.