Chapter 73: Underground Auction House (1)

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Chapter 73: Underground Auction House (1)

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"......"

Princess Diana, the fifth daughter of the Emperor, was lost in thought in her study at the Green Star Palace.

Her fingers were rhythmically tapping on her bracelet.

Despite the enormous benefits she received from the downfall of the Third Prince, her face did not reflect joy.

"I really don't understand..."

As she murmured, she remembered the scene she had witnessed in the basement on the night when the Cheongseong Palace was attacked.

It was mostly destroyed by Egrasia, but the remnants were enough to hint at the inhumane experiments that had taken place.

The sight was shocking enough to astound even Diana, who knew of Enoch's twisted hobbies.

If she had understood the nature of these experiments, especially those inflicted on the fairies, she would have declared war on Enoch long ago.

'Zion must have known about this when he proposed the alliance.'

But how did Zion know what even she couldn't grasp?

Looking back, Zion knew more than Diana when Lergan Urschler set a trap for her.

'Is there really an information network that surpasses me?'

It was an absurd notion, but if it were true, she might have to reconsider all of her current targets for containment.

'In addition, his influence is growing rapidly because of this incident.'

It was as if he had grown wings.

And that's precisely why she was so gloomy.

The more she learned about Zion, the more dangerously potent she felt he was.

Therefore, she was more concerned about Zion's growing power than her own.

He could surpass her one day.

On top of that.

'The Ascalon family has made contact with Prince Zion.'

Upon receiving such information, she couldn't help but worry and contemplate more.

"Well, it was predictable that the Ascalon family would do so."

From the beginning, the Ascalon family severed ties with Zion because there was absolutely no hope.

However, now that Zion had amply demonstrated his potential through various incidents, there was no reason for them not to reconnect.

To balance this, Diana also needed the support of one of the other Great Families, and the Ozlima family seemed the most likely candidate.

After the death of the Third Prince, they were essentially lost without a center.

'The problem is, they're not moving at all.'

Were they planning to shut themselves off?

Despite her continuous attempts to make contact, the Ozlima family did not respond.

Feeling a profound sense of suffocation, Diana sighed deeply.

"Ah..."

Lowering her head gently, she released a long sigh, then turned to Lloyd, who was standing behind her, and asked.

"What is Zion doing right now?"

Since Zion was already one of her top priority surveillance targets, it was fundamental for her to always keep track of his movements.

"We've just received word that he discreetly left Huangcheng a little while ago."

"He left Huangcheng? Do we know his destination?"

"It's not certain, but based on the direction, he appears to be heading towards the underground auction house in Flingtun."

"Flingtun? Where's that? It sounds familiar somehow...."

Upon hearing Lloyd's continuation, Diana's expression subtly shifted.

"It's the only place in the capital that auctions off slaves."

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Raei Translations

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"There are more people than I expected."

Zion, sitting in the VIP section of the auction house, made this remark as he surveyed the surroundings. The auction hall, as vast as a giant auditorium, was filled with hundreds of densely packed seats.

And every single one of those seats was occupied by a person, with no empty spot to be seen. The same held true for the VIP section on the upper floor where Zion was seated. This sight alone was enough to fathom the grandeur of the Flington Auction House.

"It seems my item isn't listed here."

Zion mulled over this while leafing through the auction catalog that lay on the table next to him. He was certain that the item he sought would be presented today, so it was safe to assume it had been intentionally omitted from the catalog.

There were two reasons for an item not to be listed in the catalog. The first was when the item was not an object but a living slave. The second was when the item to be presented was of extraordinarily high value.

Amid her stunned contemplation of Zion's nonchalant expression, noble number 66 raised his bid again.

"Number 11, 4.5 million!"

Before the auctioneer could even finish his sentence, Zion raised his bid again. The price of the necklace began to skyrocket due to their rivalry.

'Could he be planning to assassinate someone with that?'

Aileen's eyes filled with confusion as she watched the price of the necklace quickly approach 10 million. No matter how she thought about it, the necklace was not worth that much.

'Should I raise it a bit more?'

However, Zion, while raising the price to 12 million, thought differently.

Count Scandvia's cursed necklace.

Zion knew the true value of the necklace. It was an artifact that appeared once in the Chronicles of Frosimar. Its current appearance was due to a curse from a dark wizard, but if the curse were lifted, it would become a lower-ranked, yet still legendary-grade artifact.

So, even though it was not the item he initially targeted, he jumped into the bidding war.

'As long as I win the auction, no matter the cost, it's not a loss.'

After all, most legendary weapons or artifacts are typically priceless.

Moreover, his wealth was more than enough. It overflowed, in fact.

The Shadow of Eternity, the empire's top intelligence organization now serving Zion, operated businesses under various aliases throughout the empire and raked in astronomical sums of money.

'If our Lord goes to the auction and is short of funds, that won't do. Please feel free to spend as you wish. You could even buy the entire auction house if you'd like.'

That was what Thierry had said as he handed Zion a black card with no name but magic coating on it.

From what I've heard, the card was only issued to top-grade clients from the bank and had no spending limit.

It was the only card that could be used in the Flington auction house, which otherwise only accepted cash.

'Specially, they said this card is made so no one can figure out the identity of the user.'

Admiring Thierry's thoughtfulness, Zion raised the bid for the necklace to 30 million.

"Damn it!"

A furious voice rang out from number 66.

"Number 11...30 million! Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

The bidding didn't go any higher. Perhaps number 66 had reached his limit, or maybe he thought the loss would be too great if he continued.

"And so, Count Scandvia's necklace goes to customer number 11!"

The echo of the auctioneer's voice paired with the resonating hammer bang.

“.......”

I could feel the scorching gaze of Aileen, seated next to me.

Why on earth would you spend 30 million on such an item instead of buying a slave? Her silent pressure questioned.

Ignoring her piercing gaze lightly, Zion focused on the auction.

How much further did the auction proceed, one could only guess.

All the items listed in the catalog appeared and the prepared slaves were nearing their end.

- Now, the item that will be up next does not exist in our catalogue. It's so rare that it's impossible to put a price on it. Many nobles and territorial lords are still actively seeking this item.

The auctioneer opened his mouth, his voice tinted with a tone distinct from before.

And with that, a small blue ring appeared on the stage.

From the ring burst a brilliant blue glow that started to fill the entire auction hall.

Moreover, a noticeable drop in temperature.

It wasn't anything the auction house did.

Just the mere existence of this ring was causing such a phenomenon.

- Long before the empire was established, there existed a queen who ruled over the northern part where only snowstorms reigned. The queen, born with the power to command snow and ice, sealed her ability within a ring before her death.

“That’s impossible, how could that be here!”

A small cry burst from Aileen's lips, who had first recognized what the ring was.

- Indeed, that is this ring, the Frost Queen's Breath.

And finally, as the auctioneer's words came to a close and the full form of the ring was revealed.

“!!!!!!”

People inside the auction hall let out gasps of shock, some even standing from their seats.

And with them.

'Has it finally appeared?'

A chilly light began to flow in Zion's languid eyes.

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