Chapter 138 138: Bidding War

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He pauses, scanning the room for any additional bids. With no further movement, he concludes, "Sold to the lady in emerald for fifty thousand gold coins." A polite round of applause follows as the attendant delivers the tome to its new owner. In the VVIP lounge, Pyke exhales slowly. "If a Tier 3 skill book fetches that price, I can only imagine the bidding wars for the Tier 4 items." As the auction progresses, the subsequent items presented are of lesser significance, eliciting only modest interest from the attendees. The auctioneer steps forward, presenting a set of standard-issue steel gauntlets. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announces, "our next item is a pair of finely crafted steel gauntlets, offering reliable protection for any warrior." A few scattered bids emerge from the floor, with the final offer settling at a modest five hundred gold coins. The auctioneer's gavel falls. "Sold to the gentleman in the blue cloak for five hundred gold coins." In the VVIP lounge, Ingra observes the proceedings with a hint of boredom. "Standard equipment like that is hardly worth our attention," she remarks, swirling the wine in her glass. Next, the auctioneer unveils a collection of common alchemical ingredients. "Up for bid, we have a bundle of rare herbs and minerals, essential for potion crafting." The bidding is tepid, with only a handful of alchemists showing interest. The lot is eventually sold for three thousand gold coins. Famir leans back in his chair, arms crossed. "Unless they present something truly exceptional, I doubt we'll see any fervent bidding." As the auction progresses, Cedric Langston returns to the podium, his composed demeanor commanding the attention of the attendees. The grand hall of the Silvercrest Auction House, adorned with opulent chandeliers and intricate tapestries, falls into an expectant hush. "Esteemed guests," Cedric begins, his voice resonating through the chamber, "we now present a series of distinguished items consigned by influential figures from across the realm. Each of these offerings holds significant value and rarity." An attendant steps forward, presenting a velvet-lined tray upon which rests a collection of Tier 2 and tier 3 skill books and spell books, their covers embossed with arcane symbols and gilded lettering. Cedric gestures towards the display. "Our next items include a selection of Tier 2 and tier 3 skill and spell books, each imparting advanced techniques and knowledge to their wielder. Additionally, we have procured rare herbs sought after for their potent alchemical properties." In the VVIP lounge, Prince Asdri and his companions observe the proceedings with keen interest. Ingra, the mage, leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she assesses the items. "Tier 2 and tier 3 tomes and rare herbs," she muses. "While not as coveted as the Tier 4 offerings, they still hold considerable value for those seeking to enhance their abilities." Cedric continues, "We shall commence with the first item: a Tier 2 Spell Book titled 'Arcane Surge.' This tome enhances the caster's magical output, allowing for more potent spellcasting. Bidding starts at fifteen thousand gold coins." A robed figure from the Magi Consortium raises a hand. "Fifteen thousand." A merchant from the southern isles quickly counters, "Seventeen thousand." An alchemist seated near the front joins in, "Eighteen thousand." Cedric's gaze sweeps the room. "The bid stands at eighteen thousand. Do I hear twenty thousand?" The Magi Consortium representative lifts his paddle again. "Twenty thousand." The merchant from the southern isles hesitates, then nods. "Twenty-two thousand." The alchemist shakes his head, signaling his withdrawal. Cedric allows a brief pause before continuing. "Twenty-two thousand. Going once, going twice..." The Magi Consortium representative raises his paddle once more. "Twenty-five thousand." The merchant sighs, conceding defeat. "Twenty-five thousand. Sold to the Magi Consortium," Cedric declares, as the gavel falls. Polite applause follows as the attendant delivers the tome to its new owner. In the VVIP lounge, Alix observes the exchange with a contemplative expression. Cedric signaling the presentation of the next item. As the auction progresses, the atmosphere in the grand hall of the Silvercrest Auction House becomes increasingly electric. Attendees, ranging from noble dignitaries to esteemed collectors, sit in anticipation, their murmurs creating a soft hum throughout the room. "Esteemed guests," Cedric begins, his voice resonating with authority, "we now arrive at the moment you've all been awaiting. The forthcoming items are presented by none other than His Highness, Prince Asdri." A ripple of excitement courses through the audience. The prince's reputation precedes him. Each of his appearances at the auction house brings forth items of unparalleled rarity and value, with the lowest tier being a formidable Tier 4 armor and some rare herbs. In the VVIP lounge, Prince Asdri observes the proceedings with a serene expression, his companions—Pyke, Ingra, Famir, and Valia—seated alongside him. Ingra leans in slightly, her curiosity evident. "Captain," she inquires softly, "with the items we've put in this auction, I'm sure these people will fight for it like hungry beasts." Cedric's gaze sweeping over the expectant audience. The grand hall of the Silvercrest Auction House falls silent, the air thick with anticipation. "Ladies and gentlemen," Cedric announces, his voice resonant, "we now present an item of exceptional rarity and craftsmanship, consigned by His Highness, Prince Asdri." An attendant steps forward, carrying a polished ebony case adorned with intricate silver filigree. With deliberate care, he opens the case, revealing a suit of armor that gleams under the chandelier's light. The armor's surface shimmers with an otherworldly sheen, its design both elegant and formidable. "Behold," Cedric continues, "the Obsidian Aegis, a Tier 4 armor set forged in the legendary fires. This masterpiece offers unparalleled protection and agility, its enchantments woven by the most skilled artisans." A collective murmur spreads through the hall as attendees lean forward, eyes fixed on the magnificent armor. "We shall commence bidding at one hundred thousand gold coins," Cedric declares, his gaze scanning the room. A nobleman in the front row raises his paddle. "One hundred thousand." Almost instantly, a lady adorned in sapphire jewels counters, "One hundred and twenty thousand."

Chapter 138 138: Bidding War

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