CHAPTER 827: CHAPTER 560: THE SHRUNKEN PYRAMID AND DOCTOR NILE’S REQUEST

"Hmph. I wouldn’t want it even if you gave it to me."

The French Plane Tree turned its face away.

"The charm of the delivery man is truly irresistible."

The Fool complimented from the sidelines.

"You’re too kind, it’s merely sincerity exchanged for sincerity."

Liu Zheng said humbly.

"That’s quite rare. Genuine feelings are a true luxury in the Metropolis, even for ’people’ like us it is hard to have."

The Fool sighed.

"Maybe I’ve just been meeting good ’people’ since I came to the city."

He smiled as he said this.

At first, he thought that Niu Ma, the French Plane Tree, and the others were mere scum of the earth, but after seeing the bizarre creatures in the Metropolis, he realized they were actually paragons among people.

"Luck is also a very important ability. Is there anything you need my help with, delivery man? If you need extraordinary items, I have some here."

The Fool asked proactively.

"Indeed, there is."

Liu Zheng didn’t hold back and directly mentioned the matter of competing against the Peacock for an auction item.

"If I can’t get the item I want, so be it, but I hope you can lend a hand with this matter."

"No problem. However, in that case, I’ll have to go back and prepare a bit, I’ll be back shortly."

The Fool said.

The items it carried were sufficient for emergencies, but not enough to compete against a big shot like the Peacock.

"You live in the same area as the Peacock; won’t that be disadvantageous for you?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"It’s fine, I’m currently the most promising newcomer to advance to the narrator rank in the Writer Association, even the Peacock wouldn’t dare make a move against me."

The Fool said confidently.

As one of the foundations of the Metropolis, the Writer Association is different from those landmarks.

Those landmarks are important in themselves, while the managers or spokespersons are necessary but not that important.

The Writer Association itself isn’t important, what matters are those authors who have the opportunity to advance to narrators.

Even the Peacock wouldn’t dare flout the rules and act against a major writer with a high chance of becoming a narrator, unless she wants the Supreme Councilman to pluck her feathers personally.

Of course, direct confrontation is unacceptable, but setting small traps is still an option.

"That’s good, I’ll leave it to you then."

Liu Zheng said solemnly.

Whether to expect gratitude depends on the other party’s character.

He didn’t know how to analyze it, mostly relying on intuition.

And Liu Zheng’s intuition told him, when it comes to the Fool’s favor, giving it a chance to repay as soon as possible is better, or neither would be happy.

"Don’t worry."

The Fool said, getting onto the carriage and then disappearing into a cloud of gray mist in the night.

"Mr. Liu really knows how to make friends."

The Projection Man admired.

"All of them have been made one by one. Once I complete your commission, we’ll become friends too, won’t we?"

Liu Zheng said.

"You don’t have to complete the commission, if Mr. Liu doesn’t mind, I’m already your friend now."

The Projection Man tactfully said.

"Not bad, young man, you have potential."

He patted the Projection Man’s shoulder and continued to watch the auction area.

"Next, we enter the sixth round of bidding. Let’s see what this round’s auction item is."

The Penguin Captain said, and a triangular projection appeared before him.

"What’s this? A pyramid model?"

The Captain said, puzzled.

"Oh, so it turns out a whole pyramid has been miniaturized. There doesn’t seem to be any of these things within the Metropolis, right? The Ra Clan is extinct, so it wouldn’t be possible to have the ability to build one. Where did this come from, out of the country?"

The Captain rambled on and on.

"According to the current appraisal result, this pyramid contains at least three mummies and an altar of Ra, the rest is unknown."

"As an extraordinary item, the value of this auction piece is hard to assess. But as a collectible, its artistic value, historical value and consumption value are all very high."

"Alright, let’s start the bidding now."

He waved the auction hammer, striking it on the table.

"Doctor, I’m at an auction. Someone is auctioning a miniaturized pyramid, at least three mummies, and an altar of Ra inside."

Liu Zheng called Doctor Nile immediately.

"Can you win the bid?"

Doctor Nile asked after a moment of silence.

"I’ll do my best."

"Then I’ll leave it to you. I really don’t have any suitable extraordinary items here."

Doctor Nile said a bit apologetically.

"I understand."

He nodded and hung up the phone.

Liu Zheng looked at the pyramid projection on the auction table, his expression serious.

He didn’t expect someone to bring out this thing, which completely disrupted his plans.

But not informing Doctor Nile, Liu Zheng couldn’t even get past himself.

Whether in human resources or material resources, Doctor Nile had given him the most support, you could say serving tirelessly.

And Doctor Nile’s greatest regret is that the Ra Clan in the Metropolis has almost been wiped out.

Now it’s rare to encounter a possible living kin, Liu Zheng would be too heartless not to help him make up for this regret.

"One perfect item plus three excellent items."

He set a line in his mind.

If it weren’t for Si Xue’s mission, he would have put all the items on the line except for the Legendary Deliveryman Set.

"I’ll offer this."

A man dressed in hunting attire, holding a walking stick, tall but with sparse hair, was the first to raise his card.

What he offered as a competing item was a silk white glove, embroidered with an inverted cross symbol.

"The duel glove of the Demon Gentleman, when thrown onto the opponent, both parties enter a peculiar space for a life-and-death duel. The victor can obtain some of the opponent’s attributes."