Chapter 136 136: Silvercrest Auction House (part 1)

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The following morning, Alix and Draya make their way through Firion's bustling streets toward the esteemed Silvercrest Auction House. The establishment's grand façade mirrors that of the renowned auction house in Raltheon, suggesting a shared heritage. The building's marble columns and intricate carvings exude an air of exclusivity, hinting at the treasures within. As they approach the entrance, two imposing guards in polished armor cross their halberds, barring entry. "Apologies," one guard states firmly, his gaze assessing their attire. "Access is restricted to nobility and individuals of distinguished status. Today's auction is under the patronage of Prince Asdri and his esteemed companions; the items presented are of exceptional caliber." Alix exchanges a glance with Draya, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. He then recalls the token bestowed upon him by the elderly at the Raltheon auction house. Reaching into his inner pocket, he retrieves the ornate emblem and presents it to the guard. Upon seeing the token, the guard's eyes widen in recognition and surprise. He straightens his posture, his demeanor shifting to one of deference. "My sincerest apologies, sir," the guard says, stepping aside promptly. "This token signifies the highest level of patronage within our establishment. Please, allow me to inform my superior of your arrival." The guard gestures for them to enter, his previous sternness replaced with respectful urgency. Alix and Draya exchange a brief, knowing look before proceeding into the opulent interior of the auction house. As Alix and Draya step into the grand foyer of the Silvercrest Auction House, the opulence of the establishment is immediately evident. Gleaming marble floors reflect the light from ornate chandeliers, and intricately woven tapestries adorn the walls. The air is filled with a subtle blend of polished wood and aged parchment, evoking a sense of timeless elegance. Moments after their entry, a distinguished middle-aged man with neatly combed silver hair approaches them. His tailored attire and confident demeanor suggest a person of considerable authority within the auction house. He offers a deep, respectful bow. "Welcome to the Silvercrest Auction House," he greets warmly, his voice smooth and practiced. "I am Cedric Langston, the house manager. It is both an honor and a privilege to host patrons of your esteemed standing." Alix inclines his head slightly in acknowledgment, his expression composed. "Thank you, Mr. Langston. We appreciate your hospitality." Cedric's eyes briefly flicker to the token in Alix's hand, and a subtle smile graces his lips. "I see you possess our most exclusive token. Such distinction is reserved for only our most revered clientele." He gestures gracefully toward a grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the auction house. "If you would kindly follow me, I shall escort you to our VVIP lounge. There, you can enjoy unparalleled privacy and comfort as you peruse the items available for today's auction." Alix and Draya exchange a brief glance before nodding in agreement. "Lead the way," Alix responds. As they ascend the staircase, Cedric maintains a measured pace, ensuring their comfort. The corridor they traverse is lined with exquisite artworks and display cases housing rare artifacts, each piece meticulously curated to showcase the auction house's prestigious collection. Upon reaching the VVIP lounge, Cedric opens the double doors to reveal an opulent yet tastefully furnished room. Plush velvet seating in deep emerald hues is arranged around a polished mahogany table, upon which rests a selection of fine wines and delicate hors d'oeuvres. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the cityscape, allowing natural light to bathe the room in a warm glow. Cedric steps aside, allowing them to enter. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Should you require any assistance or have specific requests regarding the auction items, do not hesitate to summon me." Alix leans forward slightly, his gaze meeting Cedric's. "Mr. Langston," he begins, his tone measured, "I have several items I wish to place in today's auction." Cedric's eyebrows lift marginally, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features. "Of course, sir," he responds smoothly. "May I inquire about the nature of these items?" Reaching into a satchel at his side, Alix retrieves two meticulously bound tomes, their covers embossed with arcane symbols. He places them gently on the mahogany table between them. "These are a Tier 4 skill book and a Tier 4 spell book," Alix states plainly. Cedric's eyes widen almost imperceptibly, his composed facade momentarily slipping. "Tier 4, you say?" he echoes, a hint of astonishment in his voice. Alix nods. "Indeed. I understand their rarity and the potential interest they might garner." Cedric's fingers hover over the tomes, not quite touching them, as if in reverence. "Sir, Tier 4 skill and spell books are exceedingly rare. The last time such an item was presented, it caused a significant stir throughout Valgros." Alix allows a slight smile. "I anticipate these will draw similar attention." Cedric composes himself, nodding thoughtfully. "Undoubtedly. Is there anything else you wish to consign?" Alix reaches once more into his satchel, this time producing a sword of impeccable craftsmanship. The blade gleams even in the subdued lighting, its edge razor-sharp, and the hilt adorned with intricate engravings. "This Tier 4 sword," Alix presents, laying it beside the tomes. Cedric examines the weapon, admiration evident in his eyes. "A remarkable piece," he comments. Alix's gaze sharpens. "There's more. This sword houses an embedded skill, allowing the wielder to utilize it instantly without prior learning." Cedric's head snaps up, disbelief flickering across his face. "An embedded skill?" he repeats, as if ensuring he heard correctly. Alix affirms with a subtle nod. Cedric leans back slightly, exhaling slowly. "Sir, if what you claim is accurate, this sword is beyond extraordinary. Announcing such an item would not only captivate Valgros but would likely draw Ordeya's attention and prompt them to send a representative." Alix's expression remains neutral. "I trust the Silvercrest Auction House is equipped to handle such attention?" Cedric straightens, a hint of pride in his posture. "Rest assured, we are more than capable. However, discretion is paramount. With the current tensions involving Raltheon and their alignment with non-human entities, we must proceed cautiously."

Chapter 136 136: Silvercrest Auction House (part 1)

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