Chapter 231: The Aftermath
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"100 gold coins," shouted one of the guests.
"I counter with 120 gold!"
"130….."
The bidding went on and on until a bid of 700 gold coins won the chest.
Normally, the price wouldn't be propelled up this much since one could just assume they can settle for another chest, but in this scenario, how sure were they that they would get the other chest?
The number of chests was finite while the number of guests surpassed that by a large margin.
Hence, the average bid for a chest of dragontail was around 700 gold coins. Some went further to bid 900 gold coins, but it was rare.
Yet, by the time the auction was done, Kimon understood that he was rich.
Moreover, it wasn't like Starhold wouldn't be seeing his dragontail anytime soon. They would be!
Black Market's main market was their shops, not auctions. Daniel had agreed that chests of dragontail be sold in their auctions while the vials would be sold in their actual market.
As Seren's helpers paced towards some certain guests, Seren bent her body to form a perfect bow, "My esteemed guests, it is sad to announce the conclusion of this auction. Truly, it has been a soothing night and I would like to be your host someday next time. Good night."
The light shining on the stage shut down. Seren and the stagefloor were covered in darkness and most of the guests reckoned she had already left.
Although, her helpers were still around.
They were responsible for giving the items to their respective owners. No complication was to be made about that!
.
.
.
.
"Can I see proof that you are Mr.One?" asked an adult man dressed in a nice black suit.
Kimon flashed his card at the man. The man's hands traced the surface before displaying a cordial smile on his face.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Kimon. Here is your item," offered the helper.
He gave Kimon the sacred papers kept in an empty book cover.
Kimon only looked at it for a while before keeping it in his subspace. He responded to the helper, "Thank you. You may leave now."
"As you wish, Kimon."
Just as the helper was about to leave, Kimon shouted, "Wait–"
The helper stopped and directed his expectant face at Kimon, who spoke quickly, "Do you have any idea when Daniel will be free to attend to his friends?"
"It is not likely that Mr.Daniel will find time in his schedule today," responded the helper. He was experienced with their auctions so he could make a guess.
Kimon sighed, "Very well. Relay this to Daniel, 'I will come tomorrow.'."
"Yes, Kimon."
He left not long after.
Kimon's eyes kept observing the remaining guests that had yet to leave the scene.
Now that the auction was over, the truly dangerous game had begun.
Kimon speculated on which time he should leave. He wondered whether he should be the last person to leave, but that would be too cowardly. Furthermore, he didn't really plan on hiding every time he showed himself in public.
'Yet, it would be unwise to take an arrogant stance when the number of foes is too large to estimate.'
The moment he came out of the executive room, everyone would know him.
Who would be the first to attack him once he leaves the auction site?
"Alchemist, so how do you play this?" smiled Kimon.
The Alchemist, who had been deep in thoughts, snapped out of it to respond to Kimon, "Uhh…Oh! It's easy. You just need to know how to disappear."
"Disappear?" wondered Kimon.
"You will see."
"Now, you are making me curious."
.
.
.
.
.
Thirty minutes passed by before Kimon and The Alchemist made the first move.
They found their way to the surface and walked out of the restaurant. Behind them was a small number of people that seemingly had coinciding paths.
It was clear that they were being followed but they showed no signs of knowing this.
Kimon whispered in a low tone, "So, what are you going to do now?"
With a smirk on his face, The Alchemist stopped pacing. His body seemed to radiate with energy and his bandages glowed with intense hue.
Soon, his every part turned into black specks of light that dissolved into the night sky. It was a fast process and by the time he knew it, the spot The Alchemist was on became empty.
There was no one besides Kimon.
'What is that? An ancient spell. No, something about this is familiar, but where do I remember this from? Interesting…..'
Anyway, he didn't have time to ponder on it as the group of stalkers advanced towards him.
Kimon stopped them before they could assume an ignorant stance, "Gentlemen, why do you follow him?"
"Kekekeke, it is merely a coincidence. Surely, you can't expect only yourself to use this path?" retorted someone.
The person was a crooked man among the group with one tooth missing.
His mannerisms were as boorish as ever but he seemed to have not an ounce of care for that.
"Hmmmm…..I detected your intention even before I departed so if you want to keep up this pretense, then it's okay," sighed Kimon.
His eyes darted around, trying to see beyond the group. In truth, there should be a few more lurking behind the scene, but they wouldn't show themselves until it's the right time.
He worked on this information, 'What do I do? I can establish my reputation by making a mess out of everyone here, but how sure am I that I'm going to do that?'
'Let's see. Hmmm…..I can't tuck my tails behind my legs and run away. I'm well capable of doing that….but, this is the underworld. One can't survive by hiding all his life. I represent an organization.'
His true self sighed. He just wanted to get some rest after all these stressful days, but it would seem he would need to postpone his rest.
"You have guts. I will give you—"
Before the crooked man could finish bragging, a transparent shield slammed into his face and some of his teeth flew out of his mouth.
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"100 gold coins," shouted one of the guests.
"I counter with 120 gold!"
"130….."
The bidding went on and on until a bid of 700 gold coins won the chest.
Normally, the price wouldn't be propelled up this much since one could just assume they can settle for another chest, but in this scenario, how sure were they that they would get the other chest?
The number of chests was finite while the number of guests surpassed that by a large margin.
Hence, the average bid for a chest of dragontail was around 700 gold coins. Some went further to bid 900 gold coins, but it was rare.
Yet, by the time the auction was done, Kimon understood that he was rich.
Moreover, it wasn't like Starhold wouldn't be seeing his dragontail anytime soon. They would be!
Black Market's main market was their shops, not auctions. Daniel had agreed that chests of dragontail be sold in their auctions while the vials would be sold in their actual market.
As Seren's helpers paced towards some certain guests, Seren bent her body to form a perfect bow, "My esteemed guests, it is sad to announce the conclusion of this auction. Truly, it has been a soothing night and I would like to be your host someday next time. Good night."
The light shining on the stage shut down. Seren and the stagefloor were covered in darkness and most of the guests reckoned she had already left.
Although, her helpers were still around.
They were responsible for giving the items to their respective owners. No complication was to be made about that!
.
.
.
.
"Can I see proof that you are Mr.One?" asked an adult man dressed in a nice black suit.
Kimon flashed his card at the man. The man's hands traced the surface before displaying a cordial smile on his face.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Kimon. Here is your item," offered the helper.
He gave Kimon the sacred papers kept in an empty book cover.
Kimon only looked at it for a while before keeping it in his subspace. He responded to the helper, "Thank you. You may leave now."
"As you wish, Kimon."
Just as the helper was about to leave, Kimon shouted, "Wait–"
The helper stopped and directed his expectant face at Kimon, who spoke quickly, "Do you have any idea when Daniel will be free to attend to his friends?"
"It is not likely that Mr.Daniel will find time in his schedule today," responded the helper. He was experienced with their auctions so he could make a guess.
Kimon sighed, "Very well. Relay this to Daniel, 'I will come tomorrow.'."
"Yes, Kimon."
He left not long after.
Kimon's eyes kept observing the remaining guests that had yet to leave the scene.
Now that the auction was over, the truly dangerous game had begun.
Kimon speculated on which time he should leave. He wondered whether he should be the last person to leave, but that would be too cowardly. Furthermore, he didn't really plan on hiding every time he showed himself in public.
'Yet, it would be unwise to take an arrogant stance when the number of foes is too large to estimate.'
The moment he came out of the executive room, everyone would know him.
Who would be the first to attack him once he leaves the auction site?
"Alchemist, so how do you play this?" smiled Kimon.
The Alchemist, who had been deep in thoughts, snapped out of it to respond to Kimon, "Uhh…Oh! It's easy. You just need to know how to disappear."
"Disappear?" wondered Kimon.
"You will see."
"Now, you are making me curious."
.
.
.
.
.
Thirty minutes passed by before Kimon and The Alchemist made the first move.
They found their way to the surface and walked out of the restaurant. Behind them was a small number of people that seemingly had coinciding paths.
It was clear that they were being followed but they showed no signs of knowing this.
Kimon whispered in a low tone, "So, what are you going to do now?"
With a smirk on his face, The Alchemist stopped pacing. His body seemed to radiate with energy and his bandages glowed with intense hue.
Soon, his every part turned into black specks of light that dissolved into the night sky. It was a fast process and by the time he knew it, the spot The Alchemist was on became empty.
There was no one besides Kimon.
'What is that? An ancient spell. No, something about this is familiar, but where do I remember this from? Interesting…..'
Anyway, he didn't have time to ponder on it as the group of stalkers advanced towards him.
Kimon stopped them before they could assume an ignorant stance, "Gentlemen, why do you follow him?"
"Kekekeke, it is merely a coincidence. Surely, you can't expect only yourself to use this path?" retorted someone.
The person was a crooked man among the group with one tooth missing.
His mannerisms were as boorish as ever but he seemed to have not an ounce of care for that.
"Hmmmm…..I detected your intention even before I departed so if you want to keep up this pretense, then it's okay," sighed Kimon.
His eyes darted around, trying to see beyond the group. In truth, there should be a few more lurking behind the scene, but they wouldn't show themselves until it's the right time.
He worked on this information, 'What do I do? I can establish my reputation by making a mess out of everyone here, but how sure am I that I'm going to do that?'
'Let's see. Hmmm…..I can't tuck my tails behind my legs and run away. I'm well capable of doing that….but, this is the underworld. One can't survive by hiding all his life. I represent an organization.'
His true self sighed. He just wanted to get some rest after all these stressful days, but it would seem he would need to postpone his rest.
"You have guts. I will give you—"
Before the crooked man could finish bragging, a transparent shield slammed into his face and some of his teeth flew out of his mouth.
"100 gold coins," shouted one of the guests. "I counter with 120 gold!""130.."The bidding went on and on until a bid of 700 gold coins won the chest. Normally, the price wouldn't be propelled up this much since one could just assume they can settle for another chest, but in this scenario, how sure were they that they would get the other chest?The number of chests was finite while the number of guests surpassed that by a large margin. Hence, the average bid for a chest of dragontail was around 700 gold coins. Some went further to bid 900 gold coins, but it was rare. Yet, by the time the auction was done, Kimon understood that he was rich. Moreover, it wasn't like Starhold wouldn't be seeing his dragontail anytime soon. They would be!Black Market's main market was their shops, not auctions. Daniel had agreed that chests of dragontail be sold in their auctions while the vials would be sold in their actual market. As Seren's helpers paced towards some certain guests, Seren bent her body to form a perfect bow, "My esteemed guests, it is sad to announce the conclusion of this auction. Truly, it has been a soothing night and I would like to be your host someday next time. Good night."The light shining on the stage shut down. Seren and the stagefloor were covered in darkness and most of the guests reckoned she had already left. Although, her helpers were still around.They were responsible for giving the items to their respective owners. No complication was to be made about that!...."Can I see proof that you are Mr.One?" asked an adult man dressed in a nice black suit. Kimon flashed his card at the man. The man's hands traced the surface before displaying a cordial smile on his face. "Sorry for the inconvenience, Kimon. Here is your item," offered the helper. He gave Kimon the sacred papers kept in an empty book cover. Kimon only looked at it for a while before keeping it in his subspace. He responded to the helper, "Thank you. You may leave now.""As you wish, Kimon."Just as the helper was about to leave, Kimon shouted, "Wait"The helper stopped and directed his expectant face at Kimon, who spoke quickly, "Do you have any idea when Daniel will be free to attend to his friends?""It is not likely that Mr.Daniel will find time in his schedule today," responded the helper. He was experienced with their auctions so he could make a guess. Kimon sighed, "Very well. Relay this to Daniel, 'I will come tomorrow.'.""Yes, Kimon."He left not long after. Kimon's eyes kept observing the remaining guests that had yet to leave the scene. Now that the auction was over, the truly dangerous game had begun. Kimon speculated on which time he should leave. He wondered whether he should be the last person to leave, but that would be too cowardly. Furthermore, he didn't really plan on hiding every time he showed himself in public. 'Yet, it would be unwise to take an arrogant stance when the number of foes is too large to estimate.'The moment he came out of the executive room, everyone would know him. Who would be the first to attack him once he leaves the auction site?"Alchemist, so how do you play this?" smiled Kimon. The Alchemist, who had been deep in thoughts, snapped out of it to respond to Kimon, "UhhOh! It's easy. You just need to know how to disappear.""Disappear?" wondered Kimon. "You will see.""Now, you are making me curious.". ....Thirty minutes passed by before Kimon and The Alchemist made the first move. They found their way to the surface and walked out of the restaurant. Behind them was a small number of people that seemingly had coinciding paths. It was clear that they were being followed but they showed no signs of knowing this. Kimon whispered in a low tone, "So, what are you going to do now?"With a smirk on his face, The Alchemist stopped pacing. His body seemed to radiate with energy and his bandages glowed with intense hue.Soon, his every part turned into black specks of light that dissolved into the night sky. It was a fast process and by the time he knew it, the spot The Alchemist was on became empty. There was no one besides Kimon.'What is that? An ancient spell. No, something about this is familiar, but where do I remember this from? Interesting..'Anyway, he didn't have time to ponder on it as the group of stalkers advanced towards him. Kimon stopped them before they could assume an ignorant stance, "Gentlemen, why do you follow him?""Kekekeke, it is merely a coincidence. Surely, you can't expect only yourself to use this path?" retorted someone. The person was a crooked man among the group with one tooth missing. His mannerisms were as boorish as ever but he seemed to have not an ounce of care for that. "Hmmmm..I detected your intention even before I departed so if you want to keep up this pretense, then it's okay," sighed Kimon. His eyes darted around, trying to see beyond the group. In truth, there should be a few more lurking behind the scene, but they wouldn't show themselves until it's the right time. He worked on this information, 'What do I do? I can establish my reputation by making a mess out of everyone here, but how sure am I that I'm going to do that?''Let's see. Hmmm..I can't tuck my tails behind my legs and run away. I'm well capable of doing that.but, this is the underworld. One can't survive by hiding all his life. I represent an organization.'His true self sighed. He just wanted to get some rest after all these stressful days, but it would seem he would need to postpone his rest."You have guts. I will give you"Before the crooked man could finish bragging, a transparent shield slammed into his face and some of his teeth flew out of his mouth.
