Fight, fight, fight!!! This is now the female host's most genuine feelings.
Watching this auction house host, she was seeing for the first time in the academy the scene where people throw money like trash for the joy of beauties.
However, this is an auction house after all, and the money spent to please beauties will ultimately fall into her pocket!
Watching Tania and Losiya compete like "rivals fighting for a lover," the female host secretly could barely contain her curved lips from bursting into laughter.
Meanwhile, Losiya heard Tania's bid and couldn't help but speak reluctantly.
"Little Tania, do you really need to act like such a tough guy?"
"What? Are these numbers enough to scare you?" Tania said with a cold laugh.
Losiya sat in the VIP room, fingers lightly tapping the armrest of her chair, her other hand supporting her chin. After hearing Tania's response, she smiled slightly.
"As you wish, 1 million gold Berlers."
The servant standing beside Losiya also couldn't help but tremble all over after hearing the number Losiya announced, nearly dropping the bidding paddle.
The others were probably also shocked by Losiya's wealth and boldness, falling silent without even a whisper of discussion.
Tania finally calmed down as well, and her nearby servant was clearly frightened by her current state, directly kneeling on one knee on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
"1... 1 million gold Berlers, once!" The female host's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
So Lady Losiya was truly this wealthy and generous?
Even with money, one couldn't be so freely extravagant!
1 million gold Berlers - a family's entire fortune combined would be equivalent to this, and throughout the entire Roland Empire, this would be a renowned noble family.
She was essentially using an entire family's wealth to buy this beautiful and adorable boy.
The host could already imagine that after today, this Lily Count's "glorious achievements" would add another brilliant page.
However, unlike Tania who relied on family inheritance, Losiya was truly in control of power in the real sense. Even her duchess mother couldn't overly interfere with her decisions.
"1 million gold Berlers, twice!"
5 seconds passed, and the entire venue remained completely silent. Most people were watching the drama, seeing if Miss Desmond Tania could still respond to her opponent.
Another 5 seconds passed, and the female host still slowly didn't bring down the gavel.
Auction houses have unwritten rules - the more precious the item, the longer the final waiting period before the gavel falls. The female host once again looked around, mainly toward Tania's direction. Seeing that the other party still didn't speak up, she finally couldn't continue to be patient and directly shouted out.
"Number thirty, 1 million gold Berlers three times, sold!!!"
As the gavel fell, the entire venue erupted in much more enthusiastic applause than the previous restrained clapping - no longer polite behavior, but celebratory in nature.
Nobles are also people who yearn for romantic sentiment, and Count Losiya's act of throwing a hundred thousand gold for such an innocent and beautiful young man would surely soon spread throughout Roland's noble circles, becoming a topic of conversation among the aristocrats.
Lily Count Losiya walked out of the VIP room with a composed demeanor, strong steps, and elegant gestures.
Julian followed the female host who held his hand, feeling the blessing gazes and praising applause from the entire venue, feeling extremely strange in his heart.
The reason for feeling strange was that he couldn't tell whether he should feel disgusted by this auction of himself.
In his previous life, he was abandoned by his parents one after another, dropped out of school early to work, and while working, he had to rely on hints and implications to get by. No one had ever affirmed his value.
He had basically forgotten most things from his childhood, but he still clearly remembered the first time he brought home his perfect final exam scores, originally thinking he could get his father's praise. After finishing his homework that evening, he saw his report card thrown into the trash can.
There were even oil stains on it - what it had been used for was obvious without saying.
No one affirmed him, and until now he had never gained any sense of approval - this was Julian in his memory.
Now, someone was spending money that others couldn't earn in a lifetime for him. Even if it was for that kind of purpose, he found it hard to feel disgusted...
Because in a certain sense, this was the first time his value had been recognized by others, or perhaps by the world.
What kind of person is she...?
Such thoughts involuntarily arose in his heart. Julian raised his head and happened to see Losiya walking slowly toward him.
Completely different from the other noble ladies around - in dress, appearance, and gestures - she wasn't wearing a feminine long dress, but a black off-shoulder fitted dress with various floral patterns and designs. The chest area was designed somewhat boldly, with the collar tie directly connected to the chest binding.
Around her shoulders was also a black cloak, black on the outside and bright red on the inside. As she walked, the cloak fluttered with her steps, occasionally revealing the bright red lining that looked mysterious and majestic.
The female host felt confused.
According to regulations, all transaction goods should be delivered after the auction ends. Why was the other party coming over directly?
Suddenly receiving Losiya's indifferent glance, feeling dazzled, she immediately released Julian's hand.
Her heart raced as cold sweat broke out on her body.
She had almost forgotten this lady's intense possessiveness. Because Julian was a male, she hadn't reacted in time.
"Good evening, Count Losiya." She quickly moved, first curtsying to express respect to Losiya.
"Lady, to you as well." Losiya nodded, finally meeting Julian's eyes directly.
Her beautiful eyes involuntarily blinked several times. Losiya felt emotional fluctuation for the first time.
She had only looked from afar before. Only now did she clearly understand the auction house's promotion comparing him to an elf-like description.
Julian was the same. Looking closely at this Lily Count's true appearance up close was extremely bad for his heartbeat.
Silky black long hair draped over her shoulders, with a powdery beautiful and alluring quality under the lights. Delicate features, bright eyes, sea-blue eyes radiating an all-encompassing tolerance.
But despite this gentle-looking woman's appearance, Julian felt she radiated a sharp blade-like aura from head to toe.
The two looked at each other, and finally Losiya spoke first.
"Hello, can you tell me your name?" She smiled gently, reaching out to touch his soft silver-long hair.
"I'm called Julian. Greetings, Count... Losiya."
Hearing Julian's address, the female host's eyes widened somewhat.
As if unable to bear watching his continued misfortune, she greeted Losiya and then left.
Expecting a scene of discipline that didn't occur, Losiya only frowned, gripping the collar around Julian's neck and casually removing it.
Frowning as she threw it aside, she said gently:
"From now on, don't call me Count, or Lady."
"Hmm... just call me Sister."