Chapter 241 The Final Item

Chapter 241 The Final Item His shadow didn't move, but Lyrian could tell that the shadow was also relieved to be back. However, Lyrian also felt something odd now that his shadow was back with him.

"Maybe I got used to not having a shadow," he mused, attributing the odd sensation to this as he moved on.

Currently, the tenth and final item of the auction is being showcased.

"The final item!" The auctioneer paused as his gaze swept through the eager crowd. Most of the bidders were students, but many adults and other executives were also scattered around, who were almost just as excited.

Lyrian saw a table where many heads of the academy sectors sat. He knew this since he saw a familiar face sitting there with his stomach out. It was none other than the Battle Forge Module shop owner.

The old man's belly moved up and down as he chuckled in joy. The auctioneer continued his speech, "This is a very luxurious item! One meant for the utmost of nobles and royals."

As Lyrian heard this, an eyebrow slightly raised. 'What kind of item requires that description?' He said to himself. 'He's probably just trying to hype it up, but it's unnecessary.'

As the auctioneer, who had a bright smile on his face, continued, his chest rose. It seemed he also was at the edge of his seat to announce this final item, as were the rest of those in the crowd.

Geld gazed at the auctioneer, "If my calculations are correct... this item will be the one I've been waiting for." His eyes lit up as he spoke.

Finally, a cart was slowly rolled onto the stage by a helper. A thin velvet cloth was placed on top of it, hiding the final item from view.

"The final item is... a mana cultivation technique from the fourth level of the Ancient Library! The fabled Hellish Swords Of Mictlan cultivation technique!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished his statement, the entire banquet hall erupted in cheers, as several hands darted up into the air.

"Yes!" Geld exclaimed in joy, as Lyrian turned his gaze to him. "This is it! The revered book from the fourth level! The spiritual pressure of the fourth level is said to be so great that only those pure-blood royals with the greatest of genetic spiritual will can overcome it, and yet, it is right in front of us today!"

Lyrian leaned back in his chair, "Che!" He scoffed, laughing slightly. "And here I thought it was going to be a worthwhile buy. Hahaha!" He suddenly burst out into a laugh. He couldn't help himself.

"All this... just for a level four book?" He placed his palm on his face as he shook his head from side to side. Many others near his table caught on to this and glanced in this direction with judgmental faces. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ n0vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

"Lord Theageld... surely you aren't insisting that you have a different type of strength-gaining power that is even stronger than cultivation techniques..." Geld inquired, bewildered by the boy's reaction. "As for the outer academy, this is arguably the best technique in the entire building! Of course, excluding the ancient library, that is."

Lyrian didn't hesitate to answer. It wasn't like his achievement of getting the level five cultivation technique was a secret. It just wasn't known by everyone... yet.

"Nope. I'm not insisting that I have something else than a cultivation technique that's better, but rather, that I have a better cultivation technique in general." He said with a slight grin.

Geld didn't speak for a moment, as those around Lyrian at other tables now perked their ears up to hear the seemingly insane words he was spouting.

"Bu-but... surely, that's impossible. Not even royals can reach a floor higher than four here in the outer academy." Geld slowly responded, not knowing whether to believe Lyrian or not.

"What? So you're saying I'm lying?" Lyrian joked.

"N-no! I don't mean to offend you in any way, Lord Theageld. But... it is just that I find someone who isn't of royal blood reaching the fifth level as... unbelievable." Geld's emotions seemed genuine.

Lyrian paused for a moment before replying. "Well... then I guess that means that royalty doesn't mean you have greater spiritual will, does it?" He smirked, staring directly into Geld's eyes with bright eyes.

For some reason, this took Geld slightly aback. Lyrian's eyes felt like looking at a beautiful sky horizon, an azure eclipse. That followed up with his words sent shivers down his spine.

"I suppose... that's true." Geld slowly exclaimed, a little speechless.

"Pfft! Yeah right! Who does that loser think he is!" A random kid from another table suddenly exclaimed, as his entire table burst out into laughter.

"He might have accidentally become an MVP, but it doesn't mean that he is at the status of a noble, or royal. He isn't jack shit compared to them..." He paused, his expression getting more serious, "No... he's a worthless pile of lying dogshit. Who the hell would believe that he has a cultivation technique from the fifth goddamn level... he's clearly just saying that to hate on royals."

One of the kid's friends sneered in disdain, "He should get his tongue cut off just for speaking like that... tsk! Ignorant retard... he doesn't know how lucky he is that he's an MVP."

These two yelled this out pretty loud. As they began to do so, the entire hall quieted down, and their words were heard by nearly everyone present.

All of a sudden, it felt as though everyone stopped talking, and all the attention in the hall was pointed only towards those two kids and Lyrian's table.

On hearing these words, Leon looked at the two morons with a piercing gaze. Alten's expression wasn't happy either. As tension seemed to boil, a few nobles from other tables began to laugh.

"He isn't saying anything..." One whispered.

"I mean... he is just a peasant after all... I don't think he has the gall to speak up against nobles."

Words like these murmured through the banquet. Suddenly, Lyrian lazily turned his neck and dropped his head towards the two at the other table.

"Huuuuuh?"