"Turna?"
Aaron had never heard of this name, it must be the 'Shipwreck Place' self-defined spiritual currency unit.
There was silence all around, and no one was competing with that pirate.
The figure in the black robe immediately lowered the auction hammer, and an ancient echo emerged.
"It seems... that a certain contract has been established?"
Aaron's eyes glittered, and he saw the pirate's face turn pale as if something had been extracted from him.
At the same time, the maid also put the tray right in front of him.
"This dream... is quite powerful. As long as the contract is reached, it can forcibly extract."
He muttered to himself in his heart.
