Chapter 1175: Iberi Touches People's Heart
The most valuable item in the first auction was undoubtedly Mikazuki Munechika, which was worth 3 billion berries. After the large group left the Pandora venue, it was easier than expected to find a buyer.
There were many princesses from allied countries in Cavendish's box at the time, and all the women had to keep their mouths shut, which was a bit difficult.
When they returned to their father, several princesses could not help showing off. The scene of the Prince Charming waving Mikazuki Munechika was really unforgettable. He was so handsome.
Cavendish knew that he was holding a valuable sword and had to find a place to hide temporarily. The closer people got to him, the more unlucky they would be. "You should go back to your country temporarily and stay away from me. Maybe you can save your life. This knife will attract many greedy poisonous snakes."
The prince stroked the scabbard of Mikazuki Munechika as if he was stroking his lover, and a complex and cherishing expression flashed in his eyes. This kind of emotion he had never projected on a woman.
Cavendish was very smart since he was young. He used his beauty to deceive the women around him and exploit their identities for his own benefit.
Cavendish will withdraw 3 billion berries at one time tonight. Even if his relationships with some women break down later, he has no regrets at all. For the supreme sword in his hand, any sacrifice is worth it.
The female politician of the Kingdom of Brujoa couldn't help but hug her prince before leaving, because the woman knew that they wouldn't know when they would meet again.
Cavendish did not refuse and let the old woman hold him. After a minute of tenderness, he urged her to leave the hotel quickly. The sooner they left, the less danger there would be.
The female politician bid farewell to the prince of her country in tears. Cavendish watched her walk out of the room, then stood in front of the window, watching the woman's back appear outside the hotel and disappear under the street lights.
"Finally I've sent the troublesome person away, which makes me feel less guilty. No one can take you away from me," Cavendish tightly grasped Mikazuki Munechika in his hand. If he wanted to take this famous sword away, he had to step over his body first.
In the room, the flickering lights danced like ghosts, lengthening and shortening Cavendish's shadow.
He held the knife tightly until his knuckles turned white, and the blade occasionally flashed a cold light in the flickering light. Cavendish's eyes were wandering and crazy, as if he was controlled by some invisible force.
Under the dim light, the sound of dragging footsteps was heard in the corridor outside the door, and each step seemed to step on people's heartbeats.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of Cavendish's room, followed by a deep male waiter's voice: "Hello, sir, room service is needed."
Before Cavendish could respond, the door lock was gently turned from the outside, and from beginning to end, as the owner of the house, he never ordered room service.
Cavendish sat in his seat, just watching things progress, as if he was accepting his fate, or in other words, waiting for those evil spirits to come to him in person.
The male waiter held a silver tray in his hand, opened the door of the guest room from the outside and walked in without the guest's authorization, with a business smile on his face, "You are the most distinguished guest of the hotel, you can give me whatever you want, do you need me to find you a woman?"
Cavendish remained calm on the surface, but his eyes were keenly following the waiter's every move. Things happened too hastily and some details were not taken care of.
The waiter's ill-fitting clothes seemed to be forced on his body. The tight fabric highlighted his strong muscles. He didn't look like an ordinary waiter at all.
Cavendish pretended nothing had happened, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes always fixed on the other party, "You came at the right time, I've finished my drink, pour me a glass of wine."
"Okay sir, this is the hotel's newly opened cellar, please taste it and give me your comments."
The waiter was a little hesitant at first, his steps were a little stiff, and he walked slower and slower as he got closer to Cavendish.
He seemed very unskilled in holding the bottle, and glanced towards Cavendish from time to time. His basic skills as a waiter were not up to standard. Such a careless attitude would lead to complaints from customers and deductions of money.
Cavendish sat in his seat, his face as gloomy as the coming storm, his eyes cold, staring straight ahead.
As the waiter approached, the indifference on Cavendish's face spread like frost, and his hands were unconsciously clenched at his sides until his knuckles turned white.
When the waiter came to Cavendish, bent slightly, and was about to pour the red wine into the glass, Cavendish did it in one go, not giving the other party any chance.
He drew his sword in an instant, and a flash of sword light flashed from Sanriku Munechika's sword. A cold light streaked across the waiter's neck, and a thin red line appeared on the neck.
The waiter's eyes widened, and before the smile on his face could fade away, his head rolled to the side.
Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, splashing on the exquisite wine glass and the expensive floor. The quick knife killed the opponent without leaving even a last word.
The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of blood flowing. A moment later, more than a dozen gasps were suddenly heard in the dim corridor.
Cavendish stood up, his eyes still cold. He didn't care about killing a life. He looked at Mikazuki Munechika in his hand.
It cut through human flesh and bones without any hindrance, and there was not even a trace of blood on the blade of Mikazuki Munechika. Unexpectedly, this famous sword has a hidden feature - it kills people without leaving any blood.
"You are a bunch of greedy guys. If you want this famous sword worth 3 billion, come and get it yourself if you have the guts."
In the dark hotel corridor, the lights were dim and flickering, as if they would go out at any time, and more than a dozen dark shadows jumped out from the corner like ghosts.
Their footsteps were hurried and chaotic. They were dressed in tattered pirate uniforms and had fierce and greedy expressions on their faces. Anyone would want to take a chance on the three billion berries.
This group of pirates, armed with various weapons, some wielding swords, some holding daggers, their eyes full of desire for unknown treasures, rushed straight into the room.
Cavendish was standing quietly, his posture upright, his long golden hair gleaming coldly in the dim light.
He didn't waste any more time talking to them, but brandished the famous sword he had just obtained, moving among the pirates.
A knife was swung with a flash of cold light, and a pirate fell down with a scream, blood splattered on the ground, and half of his face was chopped off.
He then quickly turned around, dodging the attack from another pirate, and at the same time slashed back with his sword, severing both his arms and chopping off his head.
Each of Cavendish's sword strikes was precise and deadly, and his movements were smooth and natural, as if he was performing a gorgeous dance.
The pirates were shocked by his bravery, but their greed made them blinded and they continued to attack him. The pirates chose to die for money.
Under Cavendish's Mikazuki Munechika, the greedy pirates fell one after another, swords and sabers flashed in the room, and shouts and screams were intertwined.
A few minutes later, the ground was littered with the corpses of pirates. Blood gathered into streams and flowed on the floor, making the red carpet at the door even brighter.
Cavendish noticed the blood splattered on his clothes and a look of disgust appeared on his face, as for the pirate he killed.
It's just like drinking water and eating. There is no psychological burden at all. After all, people always have to pay the price for their choices.