Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1237 - 338: Desert Star-tailed Turtle

Chapter 1237: Chapter 338: Desert Star-tailed Turtle

When Liu Zhenhan and Rommel changed their clothes and reappeared at the entrance of the Crown Pearl Auction House, order had been restored to the street, and the bloodstains on the ground had been covered with charcoal ashes, forming irregular black clusters. Many military men were door to door making inquiries, and the vigilant gaze of a falcon continuously swept across the pedestrians. There were also large groups of people gathered, chattering loudly.

An imposing City Defense Soldier immediately noticed Rommel and Liu Zhenhan. It was hard not to; though their clothes were relatively plain, their demeanors were strikingly different from ordinary people.

On their way, Liu and Rommel had been checked three times already, but each time, Rommel pulled out a prominent military badge, and the soldiers would step back in awe. This time was no exception.

The only difference was, Liu Zhenhan, taking advantage of the situation, snatched the badge, swung his arm round, and slapped the hefty Mulan soldier, knocking out two of his teeth.

Rommel had had enough of this troublemaker.

Seeing the two figures in worn cloaks approaching, the impeccably dressed valets at the entrance of the Crown Pearl Auction House promptly pulled open the doors, their demeanor humble and their smiles warm and welcoming, perhaps realizing the distinction of the two men from the scene that had just unfolded at the door.

After entering the opulent hall, a slender waitress wearing a veil came forward promptly. Rommel pulled out a Mulan gold certificate and handed it to her.

The waitress bowed slightly and led Rommel and Liu Zhenhan to the third floor, into a room with seven Peacock Feathers stuck in the door. Liu Zhenhan noticed that along the corridor, each room’s lintel had differing numbers of Peacock Feathers.

Upon entering, the first thing Liu Zhenhan saw was a large marble basin in the corner. The maid turned on the bronze camel-head tap, and a stream of warm, clear water with vapors gushed out. She then took out a jug of camel milk and a jug of honey, pouring both into the basin, followed by crumbled dried white flowers, instantly dispersing a rich fragrance in the room.

Liu Zhenhan looked around like a country bumpkin. The small room’s furnishings were simple and clear, besides the basin, there was only a table, a chair, and a finely ornate wardrobe. The marble walls were adorned with expensive tapestries embroidered with various poses of nude women, exquisitely handcrafted and lifelike.

The waitress tested the water temperature, turned off the tap, and swung her hips as she left the room.

"Change your clothes," Rommel said as he opened the wardrobe, pulled out a white robe, and threw it to Liu Zhenhan.

"Why?" Liu Zhenhan asked, perplexed. "Why did the auction house turn into a bathhouse?"

"Idiot, this is not a bathhouse, it’s ’Water-Smoked Mysterious Fragrance’; it’s for scenting clothes." Rommel stripped off his cloak, donned the white robe, and continued, "I just paid a hundred Gold Coins as the entrance fee the moment I stepped in. This money bought us this fragrant session. Do you know that in Kalimantan, only those carrying the scent of Water-Smoked Mysterious Fragrance on them are considered symbols of immense wealth?"

Rommel threw the clothing to Liu Zhenhan, which was in the traditional Mulan style, a large turban with a face veil attached, robes trailing on the floor, extremely ample—once worn, only eyes were visible.

Liu Zhenhan dressed and twisted his hips in front of the wardrobe mirror, feeling rather foolish. Guoguo and the little parrot peeked out mischievously from the turban.

"Follow me," Rommel said, without looking back, and walked out. Liu Zhenhan hurried after him, Guoguo leaping onto his left foot, clutching his robe, giggling like a child on a swing with every step they took.

Rommel led Liu Zhenhan to the fourth floor, a vast hall where every inch of the floor was covered with carpet thick as grass. Around the perimeter stood ancient sculptures of various styles, and directly opposite was a marble platform adorned with fresh flowers, about two meters high, with beautiful curtains pulled behind, reminiscent of the grand opera stage Liu Zhenhan had seen in Dorott Duchy.

In the center of the hall stood numerous Magic Fountains, surrounded by luxurious armchairs.

These Magic Fountains, merely mimicking water splashes with changing lights, almost indistinguishable from real water, were extravagantly costly to construct and maintain. Usually, one seldom saw such lavish displays, and Liu Zhenhan was so overwhelmed he hardly knew where to step.

Rommel took Liu Zhenhan to a slightly secluded corner with an empty Magic Fountain, pulled up an armchair, and sat down.

"This is an auction for what, humans?" Liu Zhenhan asked in a low voice before his bottom even touched the chair.

"Not just that! Just watch and you’ll know," Rommel chuckled.

Liu detested Rommel’s secretive demeanor, snorted coldly in response, and began looking around.

The hall was already filled with many people, each dressed in the white robes of Mulan, only their astute and capable eyes visible, whispering in twos and threes. Most of them had hefty men standing behind them; though their faces were covered with white scarves, their high, bulging waistlines revealed the hilts of combat swords hidden there.