Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 632: Eve of the Auction

Chapter 632: Eve of the Auction

As for Ethan Smith's suggestion, the mustached man didn't have much objection.

He spread his hands and said, "That's fine. As long as you can give me the sword, it doesn't matter. I'm not the one going to steal it anyway."

Ethan Smith glanced at the male corpse in front of him, and after careful consideration, he took out the coffin again.

Seeing the coffin made of red wood, the mustached man couldn't help but shiver.

"What are you taking this thing out for? Are you trying to scare someone to death?" The mustached man muttered.

Ethan Smith patted the coffin and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to watch over this coffin for me in the next few days, otherwise, my spatial magic artifact won't be able to hold it."

The mustached man suddenly jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on, leaping three feet high.

He said in horror, "You want me to stay with this thing? For several days?"

Ethan Smith rolled his eyes, "Alright, it's not as scary as you think."

"You don't know what this masked woman has done!" The mustached man said, trembling.

"There's only one way to do this. Agree or not?" Ethan Smith said with a helpless look.

The mustached man stared at the coffin for a while, and after a moment, he clenched his teeth and said, "A man risks his life for money, a bird for food. I'll take the risk! I agree!"

"Alright, it's settled." Ethan Smith nodded slightly.

So the agreement between the two was settled.

As long as he could get the method to control the male corpse, Ethan Smith would have the ability to save someone from the Capital City Martial Arts Association.

There were still three whole days before the auction began.

For these three days, Ethan Smith did not leave the house.

He sat in his room all day, devouring the inner core.

The inner core Ethan Smith took away wasn't much, and it was all consumed by the second day.

A rank five Martial Marquis was a mid-term Military Marquis.

Right now, Ethan Smith was only a step away from the mid-term Martial Marquis stage.

For the Martial Marquis realm, the three stages represent different strengths.

A Martial Marquis in the early stage is far different from a Martial Marquis in the mid-stage.

And the peak of a Martial Marquis is far more powerful than the mid-stage.

Now that the young elites in the Capital City have successively stepped into the mid-term Martial Marquis stage, Ethan Smith should also hasten his pace.

On the other side.

After receiving the bloodline power of the Taylor family, Dominic Taylor's strength has been qualitatively improved!

Although Dominic Taylor did not know what this so-called bloodline was, his physical power was far beyond what it used to be.

"They all say that Ethan Smith has unrivalled physical strength. It's a pity he's dead, otherwise, I'd really like to try it with him." Dominic Taylor said while exerting force on his hand, crushing the black gold stone with a crackle.

"From now on, I may be the only unmatched existence among the younger generation of Capital City."

This was Dominic Taylor's unparalleled confidence.

At this time, Kylan Taylor came in from outside the door, and beside him, there was a rather burly man.

This man didn't say a word, but he exuded a powerful oppressive aura.

Even Dominic Taylor felt a slight discomfort.

This person was none other than the Peak Form of Military Marquis that Kylan Taylor had saved from the Capital City Martial Arts Association prison.

Kylan Taylor went straight to Dominic Taylor's side, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Dominic Taylor asked.

Kylan Taylor said coldly, "Capital City Martial Arts Association is actually planning on distributing that blood power to the children of all aristocratic families!"

"Damn it, using my Taylor family's things to distribute to outsiders!"

Dominic Taylor's brow furrowed slightly, and said, "This matter... shouldn't we have a say in it?"

"I've negotiated with them, but their attitude was extremely tough." Kylan Taylor said coldly.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll take Emily Taylor back!"

Hearing this, Dominic Taylor hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Absolutely not."

Kylan Taylor frowned and asked, "Why?"

Dominic Taylor said solemnly, "We don't have the martial arts association's techniques, nor can we extract the bloodline from Emily."

"If we bring her back, it will only increase her chance to start practicing."

Obviously, after experiencing the intensity of this bloodline power, Dominic Taylor began to feel fear.

He was afraid that once Emily stepped on the road to cultivation, she would directly surpass him, which would be troublesome then.

Kylan Taylor frowned, "Is the power of this bloodline really that strong?"

"Although I don't want to believe it, the power of this bloodline... It is indeed beyond imagination." Dominic Taylor said solemnly.

At this point, Dominic Taylor looked at Kylan Taylor and asked, "Dad, what is our Taylor family's heritage? Why did Emily inherit such a bloodline?"

"I don't know." Kylan Taylor shook his head.

"As for our Taylor family's ancestry, perhaps only your grandfather knows."

Hearing this, Dominic Taylor couldn't help but feel a cold expression.

He took a deep breath and said, "This bloodline power cannot possibly be monopolized by our Taylor family. Sooner or later, it will be shared with those aristocratic families."

Kylan Taylor snorted, "Of course I know that, but the Capital City Martial Arts Association shouldn't be trying to monopolize this favor either!"

"Dad, what are you going to do?" Dominic Taylor asked with a frown.

Kylan Taylor waved his hand and said, "I have a plan in my heart."

Seeing this, Dominic Taylor didn't say anything more.

...

The high-level members of the Capital City Martial Arts Association held several meetings.

These meetings were all about Emily Taylor's bloodline.

After several meetings, they drafted a list.

This list contained the names of people who could use Emily Taylor's blood.

"Let's start the operation after the auction is over." From the shadows, a voice came out.

President Barnett took the list and bowed several times, saying, "Yes."

There were a total of more than a dozen names on the list, and each person was a prominent figure in Capital City.

After leaving the meeting room, Emerson Holmes grabbed President Barnett.

"President Barnett, before we start, I have a suggestion." Emerson Holmes said with a frown.

"What suggestion?" President Barnett asked.

Emerson Holmes said solemnly, "Get rid of the black-robed man first! Proceed according to our plan!"

"Otherwise, when the black-robed man learns the names of the people on the list, he will go on a killing spree!"

"By then, the people of the great families in Capital City will be in a panic!"

President Barnett narrowed his eyes, and he said coldly, "You have a point... Fine, let's do as you say."

"Let's get rid of this black-robed man first and then make the list public!"

Hearing this, Emerson Holmes breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, he had his own selfish reasons.

If Ethan Smith doesn't die, he will definitely ask Emerson Holmes to add Ethan Smith's name to the list.

As long as Ethan Smith is killed, he will be free.

"You'll pay the price for threatening me!" Emerson Holmes said sinisterly.

...

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the auction arrived.

The venue of the auction was held in a large hall in Capital City.