"And now, for our final item!"
Auctioneer Meixiu's sweet voice resounded across the auction house as she grabbed the third chest and opened it, revealing its content under the eager and anxious gazes of the auction participants.
"This here is the core of an (S) tier Dream Golem..."
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"The starting bid for this item is 160,000 silver coins with increments of 5,000. Everyone may now bid!"
Promptly after Liu Meixiu said her piece, the participants roared their bids, desperate to obtain the last item after making yet another call to increase their funds by however little they could, knowing that if they didn't do so, Larzen would obtain the last item.
"180,000!"
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"210,000!"
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"300,000!"
In just around seven minutes, the chaotic bidding war for the final auction item reached its peak.
This time though, people kept bidding even after the price surpassed 330,000 silver coins, making Larzen feel slightly anxious.
'It's ok...It's ok...' Larzen consoled himself, 'these guys probably think I only have 355,000 since I gave up after that bastard from super deluxe room twenty-seven bid 360,000...'
After a few more moments, the bids reached the decisive threshold: 355,000.
"360,000!!!" the man from VIP room 6 exclaimed with a proud and triumphant smile, thinking that the last item would fall into his hands.
Hearing how proud the man's voice was, Larzen himself chuckled victoriously.
'Hahaha, you fool. You think I only have 355,000?'
Despite not having saved a substantial amount of silver coins for himself, Larzen didn't have the chance to feel sad, or even care about it.
Larzen's delusional and enraged outburst truly entertained him.
"No! This can't be happening! NO!!!" Larzen continued raging, further amusing the servant.
Surprisingly though, a few moments later, he suddenly calmed down as an idea popped up in his head.
That's right! What was he panicking for?
Wasn't this the best outcome for him?
His insider agent, Porz, was already acquainted with the appearance of the middle-aged man residing in super deluxe room thirty-six. It would be rather easy for him and his associates to discreetly track the man and eliminate him when the opportunity presented itself.
Once that happens, the prime dragon scale held by the middle-aged man would become his, enabling him to easily repay the bank loan and pocket an additional 300,000 silver coins.
As Larzen's heart gradually calmed down, a faint smile crept back onto his face, causing him to appear mentally unstable in front of the servant, who was astonished by how rapidly his mood shifted.
"And that concludes our 67th White Clover Auction! I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all of you who attended. I hope you all enjoyed the event. Please remain seated, and our staff members will ensure an orderly exit for everyone."
The auction's resolution elicited a myriad of emotions from the attendees.
Some were as happy as a clam; A few were apathetic, while most were disappointed.
Of course, Shye was among the content ones, desiring nothing more than to embark on a few quests, hunt formidable creatures, and sell loot to accumulate funds.
These savings would then be allocated towards paying for Meido's smithing fees.
As Shye daydreamed inside super deluxe room thirty-six, someone knocked from the entrance/exit on the ground.
"You may come in."
"Hello sir, I'm the one tasked to assist you out of the establishment. If you are done with your preparations, please follow me.
Well, there was nothing for Shye to prepare for except an impending attempt on his life, hence, he swiftly followed the staff member, leading him out of the room and into one of the six exits of the establishment.
As the familiar scorching rays of the high-noon sun gently assaulted his skin, Shye smiled as he looked around.
'Now then...when will the bastards strike?'