"What about you?" Viola Thompson glanced at Nathaniel Besian, "There's a chance in the next life."
Nathaniel Besian: "..."
Soon after.
The big show of the night was about to start.
Blue moon grass.
The host stood on the stage, smiling.
"Up next, our respected elder Mr. Sanders would like you all to play a game."
A game?
What kind of game?
Isn't this an auction?
As soon as these words were spoken, the auction venue was abuzz with various speculations.
The host continued, "Mr. Sanders would like everyone to solve a Morse Code puzzle. Only the guests who solve it right will be eligible to bid for the blue moon grass."
"Morse Code?"
"Oh my! I have no idea how to do this!"
Who would have expected, elder Sanders is really breaking the rules here.
Lalinka didn't seem anxious at all.
Because something as simple as Morse Code wouldn't stump her.
Soon, the servers brought in the boxes containing Morse Code puzzles.
Only those who could open the box would be eligible to bid.
