"This is our auction house's SVIP VIP card, please keep it safe."
"There's an auction today, so the two of you can wait in the VIP room for a moment."
Led by a waiter, the two were taken to a beautifully decorated private room.
In front of the private room was a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, allowing them to clearly see the outside situation from their seats.
Draco waved away the cheongsam-clad lady who was winking at him.
Only he and Aicia remained in the private room.
"Master, what is your background? You're selling legendary-grade equipment just like that."
"Knowing too much isn't good for you."
Aicia pouted, "Fine, don't tell me..."
Actually, Draco got four items from Razen; he kept a ring and a necklace for himself. He couldn't help but sigh again, the Farumus Kingdom was truly rich... Meanwhile, in a certain room on the third floor.
"Knock knock knock!"
A melodious and pleasant sound rang out.
"Come in!"
The door was pushed open, and the appraiser from before walked in.
"Boss, someone is auctioning legendary-grade equipment."
"Legendary-grade?"
The woman, who had been lazily lying on the sofa, immediately sat upright.
"Can you discern his background?"
The appraiser pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "I have a guess, but it might not be accurate."
The woman picked up a slender pipe from the table and took a light puff.
"call~"
"Tell me."
Then the appraiser began to analyze systematically.
"The legendary-grade magic robe this person brought has a trace of blood, clearly from murder and robbery."
"And the one killed was a powerful Magister; otherwise, an ordinary mage wouldn't be able to wear such equipment."
"It was rumored a few days ago that Razen, the Chief Mage of the Farumus Kingdom, was killed by an Otherworlder."
"It's highly likely that this guest is that person."
The woman pondered for a few seconds. "So, it's Razen's equipment being auctioned?"
"Almost certainly."
"Do you think we should...?"
"Hehe..."
The woman suddenly laughed, playing with the pipe in her hand, an enigmatic expression appearing on her face.
She stood up and stretched lazily.
"Interesting. Take me to see."
...In the private room, Draco waited for a moment, and soon the auction began.
Under the illumination of the lights, a beautiful woman with a sexy figure, wearing a black cheongsam, slowly ascended the stage.
The woman's black hair was coiled at the back of her head, with a few strands of bangs left on her forehead, making her appear particularly gentle.
A melodious and pleasant sound rang out.
Especially those eyes, clear as autumn water—capable of snatching the very soul from anyone.
"Good evening, everyone. I'm tonight's auctioneer, Natasha Lorin."
"I declare the monthly auction officially open!"
Before the echo of her words faded, the hall erupted in thunderous applause.
"Didn't expect Lorin to host today—glad I came."
"Hah, tell me about it. Haven't seen Lorin in three months."
"Lorin, when will you put yourself on the block? I'd bankrupt myself to buy you."
Unfazed by the teasing, Lorin smiled and replied,
"Milord should visit often—perhaps I'll be part of the next lot."
With that, she tossed the crowd a bewitching wink.
Instant wolf-whistles answered her.
A seasoned veteran, Lorin took it in stride and continued unruffled,
"Enough chatter—let the auction begin."
"First item: Armored Lizardscale Mail."
"Opening bid: twenty gold."
The instant Lorin finished, a portly middle-aged man raised his paddle.
"Thirty gold! Lorin, I love you!"
Fat rolls piled atop fat rolls, the man bellowed without the faintest self-awareness.
Neighbors shook their heads in disdain and jumped into the bidding war.
"Fifty gold—from the likes of you?"
The rabble haggled nonstop while the price skyrocketed.
Eventually a balding man clinched it for two hundred gold.
A set worth forty at best.
Under Lorin's fluttered lashes, prices routinely doubled or tripled.
"This woman's no simple beauty."
Draco rubbed his chin, thoughtful.
He knew the pitch—had seen plenty in his past life.
"Don't tell me this joint's run by fellow transmigrants?"
Here he kept spotting things from his previous world—
code phrases, architectural styles, business models… and yes, qipaos.
"What are you muttering, milord?"
Aicia's voice at his ear snapped Draco out of it.
"Nothing. Let's keep watching."
"So cryptic…"
The auction rolled on, soon showcasing all manner of goods.
Draco found them lackluster—far too weak.
He casually picked a few pretty trinkets as gifts for the girls back home.
Before long the sale neared its end.
"Next, the penultimate item of the night."
"A legendary staff—rare beyond measure. Opening bid: one thousand five hundred gold."
The hall exploded the instant the words left her lips.
"A legendary-tier item—didn't see that coming!"
"Last one I recall was two years ago."
"Still, that price scares most folks off."
"
The crowd buzzed—mostly elite adventurers,
heads of factions wanting to groom their protégés,
or merchants seeking foot-traffic centerpieces for their shops.
But fifteen hundred gold wasn't pocket change.
"One thousand five hundred fifty."
A cloaked, diminutive man opened the bidding.
"Sixteen hundred!"
"Sixteen eighty!"
…Bids soon pushed past two thousand gold.
Draco watched quietly from his seat, unmoved.
Pocket money, nothing more.
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