Chapter 47
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Chapter 47
HEL SCANS
—————
A little while later.
As the excitement of the fair grew, and the auction was reaching its climax.
Desmond and his party arrived at the airspace above the fairground.
It was as crowded as ants from this altitude.
Desmond concentrated his magic and enhanced his vision.
“The security is stricter than I thought.”
For a moment, he was surprised by the size, much larger than before.
A sly smile appeared on Desmond’s face as he spotted students joyfully wandering around.
“Hey, are you ready?”
His subordinates silently tightened their combat gears.
Through hair tousled by the strong wind, eyes tinted with anticipation for slaughter shone crimson.
“Let’s go.”
Just as Myrmat’s massive shadow brushed directly above the auction building at that moment.
Desmond pulled out several blood-red beads from his pocket and threw them forcefully downwards.
They were high-grade magical bombs provided by the Demon Church.
Kwaaaah-!
Shards of magic scattered in all directions, striking the ceiling of the auction house.
No matter how sturdy the material, it couldn’t withstand an aerial bombardment.
Deafening explosions, disorienting smoke...
Beyond them, faint screams echoed.
In the evidence of the gruesome scene transmitted by his heightened senses, Desmond burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, follow me!”
As Myrmat lowered its altitude, Desmond and his subordinates descended together.
Huuuuung-!
The cloak enchanted with one-time flight magic spread wide, slowing their descent.
Although the magic, intense in magical power consumption, hadn’t fully activated in zero seconds, it was enough to safely land them on the rooftop of the auction building.
Through the holes pierced in the ceiling, the indoor arena turned into a battleground came into view. A satisfied smile crept onto Desmond’s sinister lips at the sight.
Belatedly, guards armed with firearms rushed in from all sides.
“Here you go.”
“...Huh?”L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
“The remaining payment.”
When did the Demonic church’s messenger join them?
Desmond looked at him with suspicious eyes as he handed over a hefty pouch.
A heavy metallic sound.
“You’re paying the remaining amount now?”
“Yes, indeed.”
But before Desmond could inquire further, the messenger disappeared from sight.
Hurriedly, fearing it might be a fake, Desmond opened the pouch and inspected the gold nuggets.
The imprints were clear – pure gold.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Desmond’s face was dyed with delight.
“Congratulations, sir!”
“Well, well. We must give value for the money.”
He commanded while holding the chain.
“Stick to the plan. Me and the nine of you go down below to have some fun with the noble brats. The rest, handle the guards and create chaos. Treat my juniors well.”
“Hehe, leave it to us.”
A simultaneously creepy grin spread across the faces of the men.
Desmond distributed the assault artifacts and added,
“Don’t let your guard down; hit and run guerrilla style. Even if they are aristocrats, don’t underestimate them. It could be dangerous if we get surrounded. Be cautious and get out of there.”
“Don’t worry, sir! We’ll kill them just right and make our escape.”
“Alright, then let’s meet in 15 minutes.”
After the briefing, Desmond jumped without hesitation through the hole.
His nine subordinates followed.
In the opposite direction, the remaining group encountered guards, and the sharp metallic sounds mixed with curses reached their ears.
They encountered no problem in dealing with the guards after all they were each vicious individuals.
“Well, a few less to worry about.”
Smack!
Thud!
Desmond and his subordinates landed smoothly on the auction stage. The noisy landing caught the attention of everyone in the room.
Auction participants froze, staring at them.
“Hehe... Nice to meet you, wealthy folks.”
Desmond’s sinister eyes scanned the room.
Nobles and rich people, those in the upper echelons of society, always looked the same.
Colourful attire.
Expensive jewellery.
Dignified appearance.
Condescending gazes.
Those who were once within reach but now more loathsome than ever.
They were the objects of his long-held resentment, and now, landing in the auction hall, he reveled in their frozen reactions.
“The auction item for today is...”
With a twisted smile, Desmond grabbed an amplification device lying on the floor.
“Your lives. Shall we call the bidders?”
* * *
About an hour ago.
The material specialist, Rachel Mithras, was like any other merchant, if not slightly more mediocre.
Well, perhaps a bit above average.
Starting as a peddler at a young age, she built a respectable business. Her merchant spirit had grown steadily without a hint of decline.
She felt a little better.
“Nice to meet you, Kasim. Your name is handsome too. But you didn’t bid at all?”
“There was nothing that caught my eye.”
Well, well.
Rachel chuckled inwardly.
“Oh, there were many good items. It’s just that they were too expensive to bid on.”
“Did you have a lot of things you wanted?”
“Well... I failed to win any bids. I just focused on participating. Seeing artifacts sharpens my eye, and it’s not a loss.”
The man nodded in agreement.
“Indeed. The highlight of this auction is definitely worth seeing. Besides, it’s in your field of expertise, ‘materials.'”
“Haha, even if I emptied my entire fortune, I couldn’t afford those items.”
Rachel’s gaze shifted to the last page of the auction catalog.
The characters “Sacred Stone” were written in an elegant font.
The Sacred Stone was a mineral continuously imbued with divine power, possessing the ability to reject impurities.
It used to be quite common, but as the era of the First Age came to an end and humans lost their divine power, items imbued with sanctity became rare.
Even today, despite Rachel’s considerable wealth, acquiring the Sacred Stone was nearly impossible.
The auction item, just by itself, could probably fund the creation of several daggers, yet it boasted the highest starting bid.
“Even if you buy it, it’s not a loss. If you manage to make a finished product, the price will skyrocket several times.”
“A finished product, huh?”
“Well, currently, there are hardly any blacksmiths who can handle it.”
“Is it that difficult to process?”
When her expertise came up, Rachel enthusiastically exclaimed.
“If it’s an imperial blacksmith, it’s possible to process it imperfectly. However, complete processing would be impossible even for most dwarves. Unless it’s that legendary blacksmith who disappeared a few years ago, ‘Noubelmag.'”
The man paused for a moment.
Rachel’s eyes widened.
“You’re not unfamiliar with ‘Noubelmag,’ are you? That legendary blacksmith who used to be a member of the Dawn Knights!”
“...I know. It’s been a while since I heard that name.”
Noubelmag.
The name of the legendary blacksmith, the greatest blacksmith in history, and the equipment manager of the Dawn Knights, a dwarf hero.
He declared sudden retirement about three years ago and disappeared without a trace.
His whereabouts have been unknown ever since.
The man’s eyes narrowed strangely.
“Welcome back, esteemed guests. Auction Session 3! As you all know, the auction for the Sacred Stone is also included in this session. Now, shall we begin!”
With the lively announcement from the auctioneer, excitement began to swirl in the auction hall.
—
Starting bid: 2,000 gold.
Asking price: 150 gold.
It was a sum that would be difficult to gather even if you uprooted an average merchant guild.
However, the current bid had already exceeded four times the starting bid.
Rachel couldn’t believe that one of the people continuing this crazy rally was the man sitting next to her.
“Customer #1, 8,450 gold! 8,450 gold! We have a bid...”
“Oh! Customer #189 bids 8,600 gold! The bid is 8,600 gold!”
The man next to her showed a nonchalant attitude, only raising his placard.
There was only one competitor.
A middle-aged man sitting right in the center of the VIP seats.
From what she heard earlier, he seemed to be a representative of some count.
‘W-Who on earth is he...?’
He was looking at her with eyes filled with disbelief.
Judging by the way his hand holding the placard gradually lowered towards the ground, he seemed to have surpassed the maximum bid limit he could afford.
With a trembling voice, Rachel whispered, “Th-This isn’t a reckless bid, right?! It could be a real problem if so.”
“No need to worry.”
Rachel gave him a skeptical look from head to toe.
‘His attire is just plain ordinary. Does he have a separate employer? Wait, does Glendor not check the ability to pay?’
As the on-site manager of this auction, Simon would definitely not doubt the Hero’s ability to pay. But Rachel, unaware of this fact, was merely curious about the man’s identity.
“8,600 gold! 8,600 gold!! Is everything alright? I will now conclude the bidding at 8,600 gold!!!”
The VIPs, who had ignored them until now, had no intention of looking away.
However, the man’s reaction was dry.
He nodded as if satisfied, and that was it.
Rachel, staring at him blankly, chuckled.
“Congratulations, Kasim. If you happen to have any scraps while processing it, make sure to sell them to me.”
“.......”
Rachel felt a bit uneasy.
She thought her greeting was witty, but Kasim didn’t even look at her.
His head was slightly tilted upward, moistening the top.
‘...Where are you looking? At the ceiling?’
But Rachel soon realized that something was strange.
Kasim’s chin visible beneath the hood was tense.
The hand holding the placard seemed to exert an unusual amount of force.
‘...What’s going on?’
The alert in her mind went off right then.
“Hey! Kasim! Why are you...”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-!
A vibration so strong it made her body tremble.
A collapsing noise filled her ears.
Rachel, realizing something was wrong, screamed and instinctively lowered her head.
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Chapter 47
HEL SCANS
—————
A little while later.
As the excitement of the fair grew, and the auction was reaching its climax.
Desmond and his party arrived at the airspace above the fairground.
It was as crowded as ants from this altitude.
Desmond concentrated his magic and enhanced his vision.
“The security is stricter than I thought.”
For a moment, he was surprised by the size, much larger than before.
A sly smile appeared on Desmond’s face as he spotted students joyfully wandering around.
“Hey, are you ready?”
His subordinates silently tightened their combat gears.
Through hair tousled by the strong wind, eyes tinted with anticipation for slaughter shone crimson.
“Let’s go.”
Just as Myrmat’s massive shadow brushed directly above the auction building at that moment.
Desmond pulled out several blood-red beads from his pocket and threw them forcefully downwards.
They were high-grade magical bombs provided by the Demon Church.
Kwaaaah-!
Shards of magic scattered in all directions, striking the ceiling of the auction house.
No matter how sturdy the material, it couldn’t withstand an aerial bombardment.
Deafening explosions, disorienting smoke...
Beyond them, faint screams echoed.
In the evidence of the gruesome scene transmitted by his heightened senses, Desmond burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, follow me!”
As Myrmat lowered its altitude, Desmond and his subordinates descended together.
Huuuuung-!
The cloak enchanted with one-time flight magic spread wide, slowing their descent.
Although the magic, intense in magical power consumption, hadn’t fully activated in zero seconds, it was enough to safely land them on the rooftop of the auction building.
Through the holes pierced in the ceiling, the indoor arena turned into a battleground came into view. A satisfied smile crept onto Desmond’s sinister lips at the sight.
Belatedly, guards armed with firearms rushed in from all sides.
“Here you go.”
“...Huh?”L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
“The remaining payment.”
When did the Demonic church’s messenger join them?
Desmond looked at him with suspicious eyes as he handed over a hefty pouch.
A heavy metallic sound.
“You’re paying the remaining amount now?”
“Yes, indeed.”
But before Desmond could inquire further, the messenger disappeared from sight.
Hurriedly, fearing it might be a fake, Desmond opened the pouch and inspected the gold nuggets.
The imprints were clear – pure gold.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Desmond’s face was dyed with delight.
“Congratulations, sir!”
“Well, well. We must give value for the money.”
He commanded while holding the chain.
“Stick to the plan. Me and the nine of you go down below to have some fun with the noble brats. The rest, handle the guards and create chaos. Treat my juniors well.”
“Hehe, leave it to us.”
A simultaneously creepy grin spread across the faces of the men.
Desmond distributed the assault artifacts and added,
“Don’t let your guard down; hit and run guerrilla style. Even if they are aristocrats, don’t underestimate them. It could be dangerous if we get surrounded. Be cautious and get out of there.”
“Don’t worry, sir! We’ll kill them just right and make our escape.”
“Alright, then let’s meet in 15 minutes.”
After the briefing, Desmond jumped without hesitation through the hole.
His nine subordinates followed.
In the opposite direction, the remaining group encountered guards, and the sharp metallic sounds mixed with curses reached their ears.
They encountered no problem in dealing with the guards after all they were each vicious individuals.
“Well, a few less to worry about.”
Smack!
Thud!
Desmond and his subordinates landed smoothly on the auction stage. The noisy landing caught the attention of everyone in the room.
Auction participants froze, staring at them.
“Hehe... Nice to meet you, wealthy folks.”
Desmond’s sinister eyes scanned the room.
Nobles and rich people, those in the upper echelons of society, always looked the same.
Colourful attire.
Expensive jewellery.
Dignified appearance.
Condescending gazes.
Those who were once within reach but now more loathsome than ever.
They were the objects of his long-held resentment, and now, landing in the auction hall, he reveled in their frozen reactions.
“The auction item for today is...”
With a twisted smile, Desmond grabbed an amplification device lying on the floor.
“Your lives. Shall we call the bidders?”
* * *
About an hour ago.
The material specialist, Rachel Mithras, was like any other merchant, if not slightly more mediocre.
Well, perhaps a bit above average.
Starting as a peddler at a young age, she built a respectable business. Her merchant spirit had grown steadily without a hint of decline.
She felt a little better.
“Nice to meet you, Kasim. Your name is handsome too. But you didn’t bid at all?”
“There was nothing that caught my eye.”
Well, well.
Rachel chuckled inwardly.
“Oh, there were many good items. It’s just that they were too expensive to bid on.”
“Did you have a lot of things you wanted?”
“Well... I failed to win any bids. I just focused on participating. Seeing artifacts sharpens my eye, and it’s not a loss.”
The man nodded in agreement.
“Indeed. The highlight of this auction is definitely worth seeing. Besides, it’s in your field of expertise, ‘materials.'”
“Haha, even if I emptied my entire fortune, I couldn’t afford those items.”
Rachel’s gaze shifted to the last page of the auction catalog.
The characters “Sacred Stone” were written in an elegant font.
The Sacred Stone was a mineral continuously imbued with divine power, possessing the ability to reject impurities.
It used to be quite common, but as the era of the First Age came to an end and humans lost their divine power, items imbued with sanctity became rare.
Even today, despite Rachel’s considerable wealth, acquiring the Sacred Stone was nearly impossible.
The auction item, just by itself, could probably fund the creation of several daggers, yet it boasted the highest starting bid.
“Even if you buy it, it’s not a loss. If you manage to make a finished product, the price will skyrocket several times.”
“A finished product, huh?”
“Well, currently, there are hardly any blacksmiths who can handle it.”
“Is it that difficult to process?”
When her expertise came up, Rachel enthusiastically exclaimed.
“If it’s an imperial blacksmith, it’s possible to process it imperfectly. However, complete processing would be impossible even for most dwarves. Unless it’s that legendary blacksmith who disappeared a few years ago, ‘Noubelmag.'”
The man paused for a moment.
Rachel’s eyes widened.
“You’re not unfamiliar with ‘Noubelmag,’ are you? That legendary blacksmith who used to be a member of the Dawn Knights!”
“...I know. It’s been a while since I heard that name.”
Noubelmag.
The name of the legendary blacksmith, the greatest blacksmith in history, and the equipment manager of the Dawn Knights, a dwarf hero.
He declared sudden retirement about three years ago and disappeared without a trace.
His whereabouts have been unknown ever since.
The man’s eyes narrowed strangely.
“Welcome back, esteemed guests. Auction Session 3! As you all know, the auction for the Sacred Stone is also included in this session. Now, shall we begin!”
With the lively announcement from the auctioneer, excitement began to swirl in the auction hall.
—
Starting bid: 2,000 gold.
Asking price: 150 gold.
It was a sum that would be difficult to gather even if you uprooted an average merchant guild.
However, the current bid had already exceeded four times the starting bid.
Rachel couldn’t believe that one of the people continuing this crazy rally was the man sitting next to her.
“Customer #1, 8,450 gold! 8,450 gold! We have a bid...”
“Oh! Customer #189 bids 8,600 gold! The bid is 8,600 gold!”
The man next to her showed a nonchalant attitude, only raising his placard.
There was only one competitor.
A middle-aged man sitting right in the center of the VIP seats.
From what she heard earlier, he seemed to be a representative of some count.
‘W-Who on earth is he...?’
He was looking at her with eyes filled with disbelief.
Judging by the way his hand holding the placard gradually lowered towards the ground, he seemed to have surpassed the maximum bid limit he could afford.
With a trembling voice, Rachel whispered, “Th-This isn’t a reckless bid, right?! It could be a real problem if so.”
“No need to worry.”
Rachel gave him a skeptical look from head to toe.
‘His attire is just plain ordinary. Does he have a separate employer? Wait, does Glendor not check the ability to pay?’
As the on-site manager of this auction, Simon would definitely not doubt the Hero’s ability to pay. But Rachel, unaware of this fact, was merely curious about the man’s identity.
“8,600 gold! 8,600 gold!! Is everything alright? I will now conclude the bidding at 8,600 gold!!!”
The VIPs, who had ignored them until now, had no intention of looking away.
However, the man’s reaction was dry.
He nodded as if satisfied, and that was it.
Rachel, staring at him blankly, chuckled.
“Congratulations, Kasim. If you happen to have any scraps while processing it, make sure to sell them to me.”
“.......”
Rachel felt a bit uneasy.
She thought her greeting was witty, but Kasim didn’t even look at her.
His head was slightly tilted upward, moistening the top.
‘...Where are you looking? At the ceiling?’
But Rachel soon realized that something was strange.
Kasim’s chin visible beneath the hood was tense.
The hand holding the placard seemed to exert an unusual amount of force.
‘...What’s going on?’
The alert in her mind went off right then.
“Hey! Kasim! Why are you...”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-!
A vibration so strong it made her body tremble.
A collapsing noise filled her ears.
Rachel, realizing something was wrong, screamed and instinctively lowered her head.
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Chapter 47HEL SCANSA little while later.As the excitement of the fair grew, and the auction was reaching its climax.Desmond and his party arrived at the airspace above the fairground.It was as crowded as ants from this altitude.Desmond concentrated his magic and enhanced his vision.The security is stricter than I thought.For a moment, he was surprised by the size, much larger than before.A sly smile appeared on Desmond's face as he spotted students joyfully wandering around.Hey, are you ready?His subordinates silently tightened their combat gears.Through hair tousled by the strong wind, eyes tinted with anticipation for slaughter shone crimson.Let's go.Just as Myrmat's massive shadow brushed directly above the auction building at that moment.Desmond pulled out several blood-red beads from his pocket and threw them forcefully downwards.They were high-grade magical bombs provided by the Demon Church.Kwaaaah-!Shards of magic scattered in all directions, striking the ceiling of the auction house.No matter how sturdy the material, it couldn't withstand an aerial bombardment.Deafening explosions, disorienting smoke... Beyond them, faint screams echoed.In the evidence of the gruesome scene transmitted by his heightened senses, Desmond burst into laughter.Hahaha, follow me!As Myrmat lowered its altitude, Desmond and his subordinates descended together.Huuuuung-!The cloak enchanted with one-time flight magic spread wide, slowing their descent.Although the magic, intense in magical power consumption, hadn't fully activated in zero seconds, it was enough to safely land them on the rooftop of the auction building.Through the holes pierced in the ceiling, the indoor arena turned into a battleground came into view. A satisfied smile crept onto Desmond's sinister lips at the sight. Belatedly, guards armed with firearms rushed in from all sides.Here you go....Huh?L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.The remaining payment.When did the Demonic church's messenger join them? Desmond looked at him with suspicious eyes as he handed over a hefty pouch.A heavy metallic sound.You're paying the remaining amount now?Yes, indeed.But before Desmond could inquire further, the messenger disappeared from sight. Hurriedly, fearing it might be a fake, Desmond opened the pouch and inspected the gold nuggets. The imprints were clear pure gold.Haha, hahaha!Desmond's face was dyed with delight.Congratulations, sir!Well, well. We must give value for the money.He commanded while holding the chain.Stick to the plan. Me and the nine of you go down below to have some fun with the noble brats. The rest, handle the guards and create chaos. Treat my juniors well.Hehe, leave it to us.A simultaneously creepy grin spread across the faces of the men.Desmond distributed the assault artifacts and added, Don't let your guard down; hit and run guerrilla style. Even if they are aristocrats, don't underestimate them. It could be dangerous if we get surrounded. Be cautious and get out of there.Don't worry, sir! We'll kill them just right and make our escape.Alright, then let's meet in 15 minutes.After the briefing, Desmond jumped without hesitation through the hole. His nine subordinates followed. In the opposite direction, the remaining group encountered guards, and the sharp metallic sounds mixed with curses reached their ears.They encountered no problem in dealing with the guards after all they were each vicious individuals.Well, a few less to worry about.Smack! Thud! Desmond and his subordinates landed smoothly on the auction stage. The noisy landing caught the attention of everyone in the room. Auction participants froze, staring at them.Hehe... Nice to meet you, wealthy folks.Desmond's sinister eyes scanned the room. Nobles and rich people, those in the upper echelons of society, always looked the same.Colourful attire.Expensive jewellery.Dignified appearance.Condescending gazes.Those who were once within reach but now more loathsome than ever. They were the objects of his long-held resentment, and now, landing in the auction hall, he reveled in their frozen reactions.The auction item for today is...With a twisted smile, Desmond grabbed an amplification device lying on the floor.Your lives. Shall we call the bidders?* * *About an hour ago.The material specialist, Rachel Mithras, was like any other merchant, if not slightly more mediocre. Well, perhaps a bit above average. Starting as a peddler at a young age, she built a respectable business. Her merchant spirit had grown steadily without a hint of decline.She felt a little better.Nice to meet you, Kasim. Your name is handsome too. But you didn't bid at all?There was nothing that caught my eye.Well, well.Rachel chuckled inwardly.Oh, there were many good items. It's just that they were too expensive to bid on.Did you have a lot of things you wanted?Well... I failed to win any bids. I just focused on participating. Seeing artifacts sharpens my eye, and it's not a loss.The man nodded in agreement.Indeed. The highlight of this auction is definitely worth seeing. Besides, it's in your field of expertise, materials.'Haha, even if I emptied my entire fortune, I couldn't afford those items.Rachel's gaze shifted to the last page of the auction catalog.The characters Sacred Stone were written in an elegant font.The Sacred Stone was a mineral continuously imbued with divine power, possessing the ability to reject impurities.It used to be quite common, but as the era of the First Age came to an end and humans lost their divine power, items imbued with sanctity became rare.Even today, despite Rachel's considerable wealth, acquiring the Sacred Stone was nearly impossible.The auction item, just by itself, could probably fund the creation of several daggers, yet it boasted the highest starting bid.Even if you buy it, it's not a loss. If you manage to make a finished product, the price will skyrocket several times.A finished product, huh?Well, currently, there are hardly any blacksmiths who can handle it.Is it that difficult to process?When her expertise came up, Rachel enthusiastically exclaimed.If it's an imperial blacksmith, it's possible to process it imperfectly. However, complete processing would be impossible even for most dwarves. Unless it's that legendary blacksmith who disappeared a few years ago, Noubelmag.'The man paused for a moment.Rachel's eyes widened.You're not unfamiliar with Noubelmag,' are you? That legendary blacksmith who used to be a member of the Dawn Knights!...I know. It's been a while since I heard that name.Noubelmag. The name of the legendary blacksmith, the greatest blacksmith in history, and the equipment manager of the Dawn Knights, a dwarf hero.He declared sudden retirement about three years ago and disappeared without a trace. His whereabouts have been unknown ever since.The man's eyes narrowed strangely.Welcome back, esteemed guests. Auction Session 3! As you all know, the auction for the Sacred Stone is also included in this session. Now, shall we begin!With the lively announcement from the auctioneer, excitement began to swirl in the auction hall.Starting bid: 2,000 gold.Asking price: 150 gold.It was a sum that would be difficult to gather even if you uprooted an average merchant guild.However, the current bid had already exceeded four times the starting bid.Rachel couldn't believe that one of the people continuing this crazy rally was the man sitting next to her.Customer #1, 8,450 gold! 8,450 gold! We have a bid...Oh! Customer #189 bids 8,600 gold! The bid is 8,600 gold!The man next to her showed a nonchalant attitude, only raising his placard.There was only one competitor.A middle-aged man sitting right in the center of the VIP seats.From what she heard earlier, he seemed to be a representative of some count.W-Who on earth is he...?'He was looking at her with eyes filled with disbelief.Judging by the way his hand holding the placard gradually lowered towards the ground, he seemed to have surpassed the maximum bid limit he could afford.With a trembling voice, Rachel whispered, Th-This isn't a reckless bid, right?! It could be a real problem if so.No need to worry.Rachel gave him a skeptical look from head to toe.His attire is just plain ordinary. Does he have a separate employer? Wait, does Glendor not check the ability to pay?' As the on-site manager of this auction, Simon would definitely not doubt the Hero's ability to pay. But Rachel, unaware of this fact, was merely curious about the man's identity.8,600 gold! 8,600 gold!! Is everything alright? I will now conclude the bidding at 8,600 gold!!!The VIPs, who had ignored them until now, had no intention of looking away.However, the man's reaction was dry.He nodded as if satisfied, and that was it.Rachel, staring at him blankly, chuckled.Congratulations, Kasim. If you happen to have any scraps while processing it, make sure to sell them to me........Rachel felt a bit uneasy.She thought her greeting was witty, but Kasim didn't even look at her.His head was slightly tilted upward, moistening the top....Where are you looking? At the ceiling?'But Rachel soon realized that something was strange.Kasim's chin visible beneath the hood was tense.The hand holding the placard seemed to exert an unusual amount of force....What's going on?'The alert in her mind went off right then.Hey! Kasim! Why are you...She couldn't even finish her sentence. Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-!A vibration so strong it made her body tremble.A collapsing noise filled her ears.Rachel, realizing something was wrong, screamed and instinctively lowered her head.HEL SCANSJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
