Everyone at the scene looked on with great interest, fixing their eyes on Martin Nolan, waiting for the knife in his hand to fall.
Chen Yu sighed with resignation and stepped forward to grab Martin Nolan's arm.
"Enough, I'll be on this ship for quite a while, from now on, you'll be in charge of arranging my meals and accommodations."
Martin Nolan was immediately excited, not because Chen Yu had spared him, but because it was a great honor for their dependent families to serve the Knights of the Round Table.
Everyone's eyes widened, no one expected the usually arrogant and domineering Martin Nolan to become like this.
While everyone was puzzled, Chen Yu took out a painting that Hansis had bought.
"This painting is from the Ming dynasty's Wanli era, painted by a court artist!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene once again erupted.
Chen Yu did not stay there long; he liked this mode of auction, but the environment seemed stuffy.
