After the dance, the two returned to Luo's room.

As planned before, Luo proposed to the exclusive housekeeper of the room that he wanted to find a different pastime.

The housekeeper very skillfully and professionally brought out another hardcover activity booklet.

It records the contents of the activities that have not appeared in the external brochures before, and many of them do not look so ordinary.

The steward said with a smile: "On the high seas, you can naturally have some relatively free activities, and these activities are only open to the most distinguished guests of the Endymion."

"Don't worry, the country of registration of the Endymion is very trustworthy, and we will do our best to protect your interests and interests."

Luo calmly took the activity booklet and flipped through it.

Xiao Lan also went over to watch it with him, and some of the items were very embarrassing just by looking at the descriptions.

Moreover, judging from what the steward just said, it seems that their behind-the-scenes forces have a certain ability to control the country where the cruise ship is registered, so they are so unscrupulous.

I don't know what the background of this Endymion is, and it's so daring.

After skipping over a few items that would obviously lead to jail time, Luo's fingertips rested on a page belonging to an auction.

This page is very simple, it only reads "Mr. Smith's Auction", there is no text introduction, and there are no pictures.

This is also the most special item in the entire booklet.

Luo tapped the page lightly: "This auction seems to be very interesting, why is it so mysterious?"

The housekeeper explained: "This is Mr. Smith's private auction, and all the guests are invited by him privately. If you need to join temporarily, we can help you introduce Mr. Smith, but whether to issue you an invitation letter is completely It's up to Mr. Smith to decide."

Luo smiled and nodded at the housekeeper: "Then I'll trouble you."

Soon, under the arrangement of the housekeeper, they contacted Mr. Smith, who held the auction.

Perhaps because of Luo's status as a newly rich man, the other party was very enthusiastic.

Not only did he directly agree to join him, but even Mr. Smith directly gave Luo a 50 million quota for junior VIPs.

You must know that the average ordinary member in his auction has only the upper limit of 20 million, and he directly gave Luo a quota that exceeded the ordinary member's quota, which showed that the other party was optimistic about Luo's identity.

Of course, if Luo wants a higher consumption limit, he needs to participate in the long-term and accumulate more consumption to upgrade.

Krypton gold can only be upgraded, this is an unchanging truth in the world.

After a brief conversation between the two parties, Mr. Smith sent an invitation to the auction through the housekeeper.

The whole process seemed relaxed, happy and harmonious, and there was no difficulty or test at all.

Sure enough, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to spend money.

A problem that can be solved with money is not a problem at all, it’s just that most of the world is stuck on the deadly step of “being rich”.

After the housekeeper left, Xiao Lan played with the delicate invitation letter in her hand.

Luo came over and sat beside him: "Sir, we can see if there are any suitable auction items that can be used to increase poverty value."

Xiao Lan turned her head and asked Luo, "Will your organization reimburse you for your consumption at the auction?"

This is a game field, Luo's wealth in the real world cannot be brought in, and he is not the rich man himself, so he should not be able to use the wealth under this identity.

Luo held his chin and thought for a while: "They will probably want to reimburse me first."

After all, 50 million, even if it is a powerful organization, the money is not blown by the wind.

"But don't worry." Luo raised his mouth, "I can write a check directly with my current identity. When they realize that something is wrong, we should have left the game field. If Mr. Smith wants to be held accountable, he should find a cruise ship. The referrer's."

Xiao Lan couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "It's called black eating black, it's amazing."

When the black heart cruise ship encounters a fake rich man, it is probably a doomed catastrophe.

——

The auction will be on the evening of the second day.

The two entered the venue with the invitation letter.

The entire auction venue is surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling aquariums, in which countless marine creatures are swimming recklessly, making people feel as if they are on the bottom of the sea.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but think in a very unromantic way, it would be miserable if someone with deep-sea phobia sat at the venue.

Because it seemed that the meeting with Father Michael seemed to be a big man, Luo also specially reserved a top-level private room, so that he might be able to get closer to the other party.

The auction will start soon, and one by one will gradually appear.

Here are some unexplained things. For example, some treasures freshly baked from ancient tombs, or objects that are clearly said to be in the collection of a certain museum, or objects whose whereabouts are unknown many years ago.

It is no wonder that this auction is only open to private individuals, and it is also specially placed on cruise ships. Many of these auctions are not known to the public.

Luo pretended to be interested in looking at the host of the auction, but secretly a dark shadow spread out from his fingertips that only he and Xiao Lan could see. Looking for the figure of Father Michael.

Soon, Luo's mouth curved up: "Sir, I found something interesting."

Xiao Lan cast an inquiring look.

Luo Fu explained in his ear: "Father Michael is with my target, the arms dealer named Carlos."

"It seems that Carlos is not satisfied with his dying old body, and Father Michael has promised to help him with this..."

——

In another top private room not far away.

Father Michael was wearing a formal suit, chatting and laughing with Carlos with white hair next to him, next to a group of tall bodyguards in uniform black clothes.

Everyone present didn't notice the dark shadow spreading out from the crack of the door, or in other words, they couldn't see it at all.

Father Michael smiled: "Mr. Carlos, it's my honor to meet you."

Carlos' eyes were sharp, and the smile only stayed at the corner of his mouth: "Oh, is it true that the 'Fountain of God' you said before can prevent my ** from aging?"

Father Michael said: "Of course, this is the gift of God. Almighty God will give his believers the authority of eternal life. The most basic fountain of God can prevent aging, and further can restore people's vitality, even the top The Fountain of God, so that mankind can no longer fall into the fear of death."

His tone was enthusiastic, as if a professional MLM.

Hearing this, Carlos frowned slightly and lit the cigar in his hand.

Following his actions, the bodyguards in black who were standing still in the room took out their guns one after another, and the black muzzles all pointed to Father Michael's position.

Father Michael's smile froze: "Ka... Mr. Carlos?"

Carlos took a slow sip of the cigar: "I don't like people fooling me with inferior products. There are better ones in the fountain of God, right? Mr. Father."

Father Michael wiped his forehead: "Yes, yes, this is the case. The fountain of God is a gift from God. If you are exposed to too strong force for the first time, the human body will not be able to bear it, especially..."

He thought about the wording: "Especially... people who have experienced some wear and tear on the basis of their bodies."

Carlos exhaled a smoke ring, just looking at him without saying a word.

The muzzles of the surrounding guns did not mean to let go, and they still faced Father Michael coldly.

Father Michael's hands trembled, looking like he was frightened: "Since Mr. Carlos has such respect for God, God should also be infected by your sincerity, and He will definitely guide him as soon as possible. I'll give you a further God's Fountain..."

Carlos smiled: "Yes, I am full of admiration for your god, and I have always been his most devout believer."

Father Michael nodded, "Yes, yes, I have never seen a believer like you, it's really touching."

I have never seen a hard-core believer like you. Look at this gun, how religious it is.

Carlos waved his hand slightly, and the surrounding bodyguards all put down their guns, as if nothing happened.

He slowly took a sip of the cigar: "I used to dislike this cigar because the taste was too strong, but as I get older, I gradually lose the taste of other tobaccos... Aging is really a torture. human stuff."

Father Michael hurriedly smiled: "No way, no way, you are still the most powerful arms dealer in the world."

Carlos stared at him like a falcon: "The sacrifice has been prepared as you said. When will the ceremony start? I can't wait."

"Tomorrow, twelve o'clock in the evening." Father Michael whispered in Carlos' ear, "Just..."

Carlos smiled: "Let's see."

——

Almost in sync with Father Michael's words, in a private room not far away, Xiao Lan, who was listening to Luo's live broadcast, also received a system prompt:

"Investigate what Father Michael wants to do (1/1)"

"The task [Father Michael's Secret] has been completed, trigger the follow-up task [Giving Ceremony]"

[Trigger side quest: gift ceremony]

[Task Description: Witness the Gifting Ceremony of God's Spring (0/1)]

[Hint: This quest is one of the side quests, and completion can trigger subsequent quests. Side quests are not compulsory, you can give up at any time, there is no penalty for giving up]

I don't know what the so-called "God" is.

I don't know what Father Michael is trying to do by disguising as a human being. Anyway, it must have nothing to do with spreading the gospel to save mankind.

An arms dealer who is full of blood and longing for immortality, a pagan priest disguised as a human being, this gift ceremony of the fountain of immortality is not destined to be peaceful.

Xiao Lan was thinking about her mission when she heard Luo's voice: "Sir, how is this?"

He followed Luo's fingertips and saw a golden scepter. The bid has now reached 40 million, and the auctioneer is counting down.

You look at this radiant color, you look at the finely crafted decoration, all revealing——

It's great for turning into a poor value.

Xiao Lan nodded: "Not bad."

Luo took advantage of the situation to increase the price, directly raising the price to 50 million, and took the scepter from someone downstairs.

Xiao Lan, who watched the whole process, said that she had grown up and was able to maintain a calm state of mind when faced with a poverty value of 50 million.

This is one small step for poverty, but one giant leap for Xiao Lan.

The auction items will be sent directly to Luo's room after the auction, and they don't need to carry them in person.

At this moment, the two people's goals have been completed. They casually watched the auction on the stage, waiting for the auction to end and leave.

Suddenly, Luo sat up slightly and looked sharply in a certain direction.

Xiao Lan noticed his change: "What's wrong?"

Luo said softly: "I sensed my own fragments, but it seems very different from the ones that have appeared before... There is a strange feeling."

Xiao Lan: "Can you determine his location?"

Luo frowned slightly: "That breath only appeared for a moment, and I can only feel the general direction. I can find it by memory."

Xiao Lan said: "Anyway, the time for the gift ceremony is tomorrow, why don't we go and see it tonight?"

Luo: "Sir, I can go by myself, don't worry about me."

Xiao Lan insisted: "If you faint, I can carry you out."

Luo, who was reminded of a certain dark history: "..."

He made up his mind, this time, he must beat his own pieces so that he could not recognize them.

The author has something to say:

This was when Luo didn't know that he was in a coma and turned into a black cat in apartment 404, Xiao Lan pulled him by the neck, tied him into a little pig, and left him aside to eat ashes, and turned into a beggar chicken under the premise.

The author, who did not want to be named, quickly fled the scene on a tricycle without reels.