Chapter 77: Suspiciously Wealthy (3)
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Chapter 77: Suspiciously Wealthy (3)
“This item is a potion crafted by the empire’s greatest alchemist, Lord Kliff. It reportedly regrows lost hair...”
“1,000 gold!”
“Do you see this beautiful artifact? It was crafted by the Aurora Magic Tower, specialists in studying natural magic phenomena from the wilderness! If you ask about its effect, it significantly enhances resistance to the four main elements...”
“4,000 gold!”
“The daughter of the Marquis Kalua, who was defeated in the recent territorial war! The right to have Mirk Kalua serve as your servant for three years! Ah, although I say servant... you all understand, right? Starting from 500 gold!”
“......”
“Next, an amulet soaked in tears from Yak Dekalcha, a grand sorcerer who attempted to foresee the future with divination magic and failed! He’s in a whopping 90,000 gold debt from his peak...”
“2,000 gold!”
“Pink oil that’s not only good for skin beauty but also gives you a slight thrilling sensation! Of course, it’s leagues apart from the cheap stuff out there! Look at this! It has a five-star genuine certification made at the Labernant workshop...”
“300 gold!”
.
.
.
.
.
After hoarding all the seemingly useful items, murmurs could be heard around.
“Hmm? It seems like everyone’s trying to buy other items cheaply while aiming for the elf during the auction.”
“The amount of money one can spend is limited, so if it’s a wise move, it’s a wise move.”
“They might be satisfied with the slaves they already own. Look, they’re as beautiful as the elves, right? From how they’re not even looking at the other slaves, it’s evident.”
“Huh... why would someone with such lush hair need a cure for baldness cure...?”
Uh, well...
Seeing the balding middle-aged man wiping his tears in a corner made me feel a bit soft-hearted, but it couldn’t be helped.
I thought of gifting this to Professor Jason later and asking for close-combat tutoring.
After all, the same bald man would have it, so he should give up gracefully.
How many times did the auction continue like this?
There were a few who tried to outbid me, but every time they did, I savored the thrill of capitalism for a few hours by outbidding them.
Unlike before, the auction hall began to be enveloped in a silent excitement.
Perhaps it was because the highlight of the day’s event was about to start.
The emcee, who had been acting exaggeratedly to match his comical mask, now adjusted his attire with a calm demeanor.
“Now... it’s time for the item you’ve all been waiting for.”
Flash.
The spotlight that had been illuminating the emcee and the items now focused on a thick curtain behind him.
With the expansive curtain serving as a backdrop, the surroundings brightened.
Stepping slightly aside, the emcee whispered with a grin that could be sensed even beyond his mask.
“Today’s main dish... if I reveal them one by one, it’ll get tedious, right? Since you’ve waited this long, I’ll show them all at once!”
Slowly, the curtain began to rise.
Behind it stood a line of elves.
Five men and women, laden with magic-sealing artifacts, displayed faces filled with anger and humiliation.
Of course, being a long-lived elf, she would be aware of the various fantasies other races harbored about elves.
Well, while elves were proud and normally wouldn’t compromise their pride, the tower master seemed different.
She stepped forward, the chains around her wrists and ankles clinking.
“Listen! If possible, take both me and this child. If you do, no matter who you are, I will obey my new owner’s every command. Whether it’s sharing my lifelong magic, barking, or even licking, please consider it.”
She deeply bowed her head.
But did she realize?
The more submissive she appeared, the more others might desire to break her.
...Perhaps she was luring them intentionally.
If her goal was to be sold to the same place as Elisha, there was no better strategy.
Sure enough, many, observing the seemingly frail yet mentally strong tower master, emerged with a desire to dominate her.
“We’ve heard enough. Commence the auction!”
“Yes! We want to hear about the item, not the high elf!”
As voices urging the auction to begin echoed, the host, looking uncomfortable, scratched his head.
“Uhm... I still have many stories to share... but if you all insist, let’s proceed! I’ll start with the product description now!”
The host pointed to the male elf at the far right end and continued speaking.
“First of all, that elf’s name is...”
The uninterested male elf was the first to be introduced, with the host moving from right to left. Then, he said,
“Presenting Elisha Sylvan Glenchiel, once touted as the future’s great mage! Well, since she’s now expelled from the Sylvan Tower, we should probably drop ‘Sylvan’! Judging by her features, you can tell she’s a High Elf, just like her former tower master! She’s 20 years old. And yes, still a virgin!”
“Finally! The former Sylvan Tower Master, Iris Sylvan Banatis, who had the audacity to propose conditions to you, our esteemed customers! She’s a remarkable 517-year-old! And yet, still a virgin! A 517-year-old virgin! That’s premium quality right there!”
As the host finished his spiel, a tense silence filled the auction house.
Elven slaves were expensive.
Their above-average beauty, coupled with their long lifespan, ensured that beauty would endure.
Their rarity, the fantasy surrounding the elf race, strong ethical values, and more added to their value.
It would be no exaggeration to say they had all the qualities to be highly sought after.
Thus, everyone was on guard.
How could they secure the elf they desired with their available funds? Were their rivals eyeing the same elf?
Murmurs filled the venue as everyone tried to gauge each other’s intentions.
Amid an atmosphere heavy with desire and calculation, the host chuckled and began to speak,
“Now, let’s start the bidding! Name the slave you’re interested in, and state your price!”
“......”
Despite the hosts’s prompt, everyone hesitated, reluctant to be the first to bid. So, I raised my hand.
“Aha! The VIP who has purchased most of the items so far! You’ve raised your hand again! Which slave and what price are you bidding?”
Elisha, who had just noticed me, stared blankly in my direction. I responded with a sly smile.
“All of them. A total of 100,000 gold.”
A silence of astonishment ensued.
In that silence, Carla obliviously fed me a grape.
“Here.”
...Just stay still for now.
That was quite the scene.
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Chapter 77: Suspiciously Wealthy (3)
“This item is a potion crafted by the empire’s greatest alchemist, Lord Kliff. It reportedly regrows lost hair...”
“1,000 gold!”
“Do you see this beautiful artifact? It was crafted by the Aurora Magic Tower, specialists in studying natural magic phenomena from the wilderness! If you ask about its effect, it significantly enhances resistance to the four main elements...”
“4,000 gold!”
“The daughter of the Marquis Kalua, who was defeated in the recent territorial war! The right to have Mirk Kalua serve as your servant for three years! Ah, although I say servant... you all understand, right? Starting from 500 gold!”
“......”
“Next, an amulet soaked in tears from Yak Dekalcha, a grand sorcerer who attempted to foresee the future with divination magic and failed! He’s in a whopping 90,000 gold debt from his peak...”
“2,000 gold!”
“Pink oil that’s not only good for skin beauty but also gives you a slight thrilling sensation! Of course, it’s leagues apart from the cheap stuff out there! Look at this! It has a five-star genuine certification made at the Labernant workshop...”
“300 gold!”
.
.
.
.
.
After hoarding all the seemingly useful items, murmurs could be heard around.
“Hmm? It seems like everyone’s trying to buy other items cheaply while aiming for the elf during the auction.”
“The amount of money one can spend is limited, so if it’s a wise move, it’s a wise move.”
“They might be satisfied with the slaves they already own. Look, they’re as beautiful as the elves, right? From how they’re not even looking at the other slaves, it’s evident.”
“Huh... why would someone with such lush hair need a cure for baldness cure...?”
Uh, well...
Seeing the balding middle-aged man wiping his tears in a corner made me feel a bit soft-hearted, but it couldn’t be helped.
I thought of gifting this to Professor Jason later and asking for close-combat tutoring.
After all, the same bald man would have it, so he should give up gracefully.
How many times did the auction continue like this?
There were a few who tried to outbid me, but every time they did, I savored the thrill of capitalism for a few hours by outbidding them.
Unlike before, the auction hall began to be enveloped in a silent excitement.
Perhaps it was because the highlight of the day’s event was about to start.
The emcee, who had been acting exaggeratedly to match his comical mask, now adjusted his attire with a calm demeanor.
“Now... it’s time for the item you’ve all been waiting for.”
Flash.
The spotlight that had been illuminating the emcee and the items now focused on a thick curtain behind him.
With the expansive curtain serving as a backdrop, the surroundings brightened.
Stepping slightly aside, the emcee whispered with a grin that could be sensed even beyond his mask.
“Today’s main dish... if I reveal them one by one, it’ll get tedious, right? Since you’ve waited this long, I’ll show them all at once!”
Slowly, the curtain began to rise.
Behind it stood a line of elves.
Five men and women, laden with magic-sealing artifacts, displayed faces filled with anger and humiliation.
Of course, being a long-lived elf, she would be aware of the various fantasies other races harbored about elves.
Well, while elves were proud and normally wouldn’t compromise their pride, the tower master seemed different.
She stepped forward, the chains around her wrists and ankles clinking.
“Listen! If possible, take both me and this child. If you do, no matter who you are, I will obey my new owner’s every command. Whether it’s sharing my lifelong magic, barking, or even licking, please consider it.”
She deeply bowed her head.
But did she realize?
The more submissive she appeared, the more others might desire to break her.
...Perhaps she was luring them intentionally.
If her goal was to be sold to the same place as Elisha, there was no better strategy.
Sure enough, many, observing the seemingly frail yet mentally strong tower master, emerged with a desire to dominate her.
“We’ve heard enough. Commence the auction!”
“Yes! We want to hear about the item, not the high elf!”
As voices urging the auction to begin echoed, the host, looking uncomfortable, scratched his head.
“Uhm... I still have many stories to share... but if you all insist, let’s proceed! I’ll start with the product description now!”
The host pointed to the male elf at the far right end and continued speaking.
“First of all, that elf’s name is...”
The uninterested male elf was the first to be introduced, with the host moving from right to left. Then, he said,
“Presenting Elisha Sylvan Glenchiel, once touted as the future’s great mage! Well, since she’s now expelled from the Sylvan Tower, we should probably drop ‘Sylvan’! Judging by her features, you can tell she’s a High Elf, just like her former tower master! She’s 20 years old. And yes, still a virgin!”
“Finally! The former Sylvan Tower Master, Iris Sylvan Banatis, who had the audacity to propose conditions to you, our esteemed customers! She’s a remarkable 517-year-old! And yet, still a virgin! A 517-year-old virgin! That’s premium quality right there!”
As the host finished his spiel, a tense silence filled the auction house.
Elven slaves were expensive.
Their above-average beauty, coupled with their long lifespan, ensured that beauty would endure.
Their rarity, the fantasy surrounding the elf race, strong ethical values, and more added to their value.
It would be no exaggeration to say they had all the qualities to be highly sought after.
Thus, everyone was on guard.
How could they secure the elf they desired with their available funds? Were their rivals eyeing the same elf?
Murmurs filled the venue as everyone tried to gauge each other’s intentions.
Amid an atmosphere heavy with desire and calculation, the host chuckled and began to speak,
“Now, let’s start the bidding! Name the slave you’re interested in, and state your price!”
“......”
Despite the hosts’s prompt, everyone hesitated, reluctant to be the first to bid. So, I raised my hand.
“Aha! The VIP who has purchased most of the items so far! You’ve raised your hand again! Which slave and what price are you bidding?”
Elisha, who had just noticed me, stared blankly in my direction. I responded with a sly smile.
“All of them. A total of 100,000 gold.”
A silence of astonishment ensued.
In that silence, Carla obliviously fed me a grape.
“Here.”
...Just stay still for now.
That was quite the scene.
Chapter 77: Suspiciously Wealthy 3This item is a potion crafted by the empire's greatest alchemist, Lord Kliff. It reportedly regrows lost hair...1,000 gold!Do you see this beautiful artifact? It was crafted by the Aurora Magic Tower, specialists in studying natural magic phenomena from the wilderness! If you ask about its effect, it significantly enhances resistance to the four main elements...4,000 gold!The daughter of the Marquis Kalua, who was defeated in the recent territorial war! The right to have Mirk Kalua serve as your servant for three years! Ah, although I say servant... you all understand, right? Starting from 500 gold!......Next, an amulet soaked in tears from Yak Dekalcha, a grand sorcerer who attempted to foresee the future with divination magic and failed! He's in a whopping 90,000 gold debt from his peak...2,000 gold!Pink oil that's not only good for skin beauty but also gives you a slight thrilling sensation! Of course, it's leagues apart from the cheap stuff out there! Look at this! It has a five-star genuine certification made at the Labernant workshop...300 gold!.....After hoarding all the seemingly useful items, murmurs could be heard around.Hmm? It seems like everyone's trying to buy other items cheaply while aiming for the elf during the auction.The amount of money one can spend is limited, so if it's a wise move, it's a wise move.They might be satisfied with the slaves they already own. Look, they're as beautiful as the elves, right? From how they're not even looking at the other slaves, it's evident.Huh... why would someone with such lush hair need a cure for baldness cure...?Uh, well...Seeing the balding middle-aged man wiping his tears in a corner made me feel a bit soft-hearted, but it couldn't be helped.I thought of gifting this to Professor Jason later and asking for close-combat tutoring.After all, the same bald man would have it, so he should give up gracefully.How many times did the auction continue like this?There were a few who tried to outbid me, but every time they did, I savored the thrill of capitalism for a few hours by outbidding them.Unlike before, the auction hall began to be enveloped in a silent excitement.Perhaps it was because the highlight of the day's event was about to start.The emcee, who had been acting exaggeratedly to match his comical mask, now adjusted his attire with a calm demeanor.Now... it's time for the item you've all been waiting for.Flash.The spotlight that had been illuminating the emcee and the items now focused on a thick curtain behind him.With the expansive curtain serving as a backdrop, the surroundings brightened.Stepping slightly aside, the emcee whispered with a grin that could be sensed even beyond his mask.Today's main dish... if I reveal them one by one, it'll get tedious, right? Since you've waited this long, I'll show them all at once!Slowly, the curtain began to rise.Behind it stood a line of elves.Five men and women, laden with magic-sealing artifacts, displayed faces filled with anger and humiliation.Of course, being a long-lived elf, she would be aware of the various fantasies other races harbored about elves.Well, while elves were proud and normally wouldn't compromise their pride, the tower master seemed different.She stepped forward, the chains around her wrists and ankles clinking.Listen! If possible, take both me and this child. If you do, no matter who you are, I will obey my new owner's every command. Whether it's sharing my lifelong magic, barking, or even licking, please consider it.She deeply bowed her head.But did she realize?The more submissive she appeared, the more others might desire to break her....Perhaps she was luring them intentionally.If her goal was to be sold to the same place as Elisha, there was no better strategy.Sure enough, many, observing the seemingly frail yet mentally strong tower master, emerged with a desire to dominate her.We've heard enough. Commence the auction!Yes! We want to hear about the item, not the high elf!As voices urging the auction to begin echoed, the host, looking uncomfortable, scratched his head.Uhm... I still have many stories to share... but if you all insist, let's proceed! I'll start with the product description now!The host pointed to the male elf at the far right end and continued speaking.First of all, that elf's name is...The uninterested male elf was the first to be introduced, with the host moving from right to left. Then, he said,Presenting Elisha Sylvan Glenchiel, once touted as the future's great mage! Well, since she's now expelled from the Sylvan Tower, we should probably drop Sylvan'! Judging by her features, you can tell she's a High Elf, just like her former tower master! She's 20 years old. And yes, still a virgin!Finally! The former Sylvan Tower Master, Iris Sylvan Banatis, who had the audacity to propose conditions to you, our esteemed customers! She's a remarkable 517-year-old! And yet, still a virgin! A 517-year-old virgin! That's premium quality right there!As the host finished his spiel, a tense silence filled the auction house.Elven slaves were expensive.Their above-average beauty, coupled with their long lifespan, ensured that beauty would endure.Their rarity, the fantasy surrounding the elf race, strong ethical values, and more added to their value.It would be no exaggeration to say they had all the qualities to be highly sought after.Thus, everyone was on guard.How could they secure the elf they desired with their available funds? Were their rivals eyeing the same elf?Murmurs filled the venue as everyone tried to gauge each other's intentions.Amid an atmosphere heavy with desire and calculation, the host chuckled and began to speak,Now, let's start the bidding! Name the slave you're interested in, and state your price!......Despite the hosts's prompt, everyone hesitated, reluctant to be the first to bid. So, I raised my hand.Aha! The VIP who has purchased most of the items so far! You've raised your hand again! Which slave and what price are you bidding?Elisha, who had just noticed me, stared blankly in my direction. I responded with a sly smile.All of them. A total of 100,000 gold.A silence of astonishment ensued.In that silence, Carla obliviously fed me a grape.Here....Just stay still for now.That was quite the scene.
