"I BID 1 MILLION CREDITS!!"
Mr. Lapui raised a hand.
"Enough!" he called. "Let us not get too caught up. There are greater treasures ahead."
A man from the third floor had already bid a million credits, shocking almost all of the people present here.
Out of all the thoughts everyone were having, it could be said to be a collected thought that whoever has bid 1 million credits for an A grade armour could be nothing but stupid.
It was obvious that no one was going to try to outbid it, and that–is the storybof how an armour worth 400,000 credits at Max was sold for a million credits instead.
The orb descended into Mr. lapui's hand, who crushed the ball into notes of black, surprising the girl next to me.
Smiling at her reaction, I explained to the girl that all these orbs are just holographic reflections of the items and the exchange would take place in the private chambers for safety reasons.
