Chương 49: Life-draining weapon? The auction is good!

Chapter 49

He suddenly felt her gaze turn intense for a moment as if she felt his sympathy.

"Anyways, don't bother me."

He mouthed the words for her to understand, shifting his face mask slightly and used [Cosmic Void Gaze] to see her response.

For some reason, he felt she was angry and her gaze was hostile, though she quickly calmed down soon.

He read her mouth, "(I am not interested in your activities, don't get me into trouble.)" and was speechless.

He could not help but wonder if she was really not interested, if she was really not interested then why was she staring at him again and again earlier?

Not to mention, she had the audacity to tell him to not create trouble for her? She was really bold!

Nonetheless, he had told her what he wanted to and felt this should be enough for her to not bother him.

He sighed, even though he was the child here, why did he feel as if she was the one who behaved like a little kid?

He knew that she had probably already recognized him earlier and that's why she kept looking at him. This was why he did not hesitate to shift his mask and reply to her for a moment.

He thought about what gave away his identity? Did she recognize him by his height? His aura should be negligible for her to sense after all.

Or did she see the [Wrap of Quantum Darkness] somehow under his clothes?

As he thought of this, he felt she was indeed a pervert.

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"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! The phase two of the auction will now be beginning!"

The auctioneer had changed, and her tone was more serious than before.

Without wasting a second, she announced, "Bring in the first item!" as two men approached the stage, holding a brown leather box.

Click!

With a click, one of them slowly opened the box, unleashing a dark and sinister esper from the contents within—it was a blade!

A fairly long, thin blade made of ceramic, gripped by expensive ruby-red buffalo skin, greeted the audience. Its razor-sharp point made it a perfect choice for those wishing to puncture their enemies with ruthless speed.

The blade's spiked, slightly warped cross-guard ensured an ideal weight balance, facilitating smooth and accurate swings. Plain coils adorned each side of the cross-guard, a common feature on many weapons.

A large pommel decorated with modest gems adorned the weapon; anything more extravagant would have seemed wasteful.

Despite its simplicity, the blade bore no markings or engravings; such embellishments were deemed too costly, even for demons.

Engravings were magical and boosted a weapon's strength by multiple times; some expert forgers could even add attributes to a weapon!

"This blade was once used by a high-ranking wraith monk in the demon army according to our sources… the demon was exorcised by the clan and its belongings were brought back."

She paused, letting the information sink before continuing for the eager audience.

"This blade has the power to drain the life force of opponents to some degree and induce corruption to both body and soul using the darkness element. A very great weapon for the exorcists with darkness element!"

The auctioneer smirked as she looked at the anticipated gazes of the exorcists in the audience.

"The starting price for this would be 5 million Neden."

"10 million!"

"15 million!"

"25 million!"

"40 million…!"

The bids were raised fiercely; no sooner did she stop speaking.

It was evident that almost all of them wanted that blade, a blade once used by a high-ranking demon was extraordinary undoubtedly.

Not to mention the life-draining effect; it could significantly boost the strength of an exorcist with darkness element.

The auctioneer deliberately priced the weapon so low in order to provoke the ultra-rich present in the crowd.

Oliver could only helplessly listen to the absurd amounts being raised without batting an eye by these people. Of course, he was also interested in buying that blade but could not...

The life-draining property was quite the rare find, it would help him a lot in the future if he managed to acquire that weapon somehow...

It was basically a weapon that could grow to some potential in the future by draining life. Such growth-type weapons were extremely rare and he was surprised that this auction had managed to get one.

And they were even willing to sell it instead of using it themselves?

This was weird...

Did that weapon carry only a limited potential?

This was likely the case else no one would be stupid enough to sell it in an auction...

He felt like he was a frog in the bottom of a well and was slightly embarrassed.

Earlier he was quite happy and proud that he managed to earn 13 million Neden and felt it would help him buy something in the auction but now listening to these people raising tens to hundreds of millions like nothing, he fell into doubt.

He felt that he might not even get a chance to purchase anything at all in this auction today…

'No matter, I should at least sit and look at the things they have…'

In the end, he sighed and just shrunk back into his plush chair as he calmly listened to the excited voices of random exorcists.

His hopes were crushed but he still stayed just to get a look at the things brought out today for them by the auction house.

'The Mystic Purge Clan is indeed extremely rich, just a casual weapon they put on the auction already raised so much money. As long as one had strength, making money was only a matter of time.'

He wondered about the precious treasury of his clan and felt that his siblings were truly lucky. If they trained hard and grew stronger, they would be nurtured by the best of resources in the clan.

Nadia was the prime example of this; he felt a bit better when he thought about how he would be receiving tenfold benefits from her in the future.

"That's it! The blade of the Wraith Monk now belongs to number 42!"

Oliver was brought back from his thoughts by the loud voice of the auctioneer.

He didn't hear clearly but apparently the blade of the Wraith monk was sold for around a hundred million Neden.

Oliver laughed to himself as he heard her present the next item.

"The next item is a powerful exorcism technique… it's known by the bold name: [Predatory River Method], a technique highly recommended for exorcists specializing in using tools!"

She sounded excited as she read the next part.

"This technique has been developed from the teaching of Barcia Darbi, the famous battle exorcist! Some people say that she has left to look for challenges in the demon territory. Moving onto, this technique has…"

Oliver's ears perked up when he heard the name.

'Barcia Darbi… huh.'

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Chương 50: A useless-looking stone? Or not...

Chapter 50

"A characteristic for this style is 'Taking a life is never to be done lightly,' and in battles, it can be recognized by its distinctive footwork!"

"This is best suited for those using a two-weapon fighting style. The starting price will begin at 20 million Neden!"

"30 million Neden!"

"35 million Neden!"

"60 million Neden…!"

The bids were once again raised; Oliver heard people from the upper floors also bidding for this.

He fell into thought; according to the auctioneer, this technique was developed by the teachings left behind by Barcia Darbi.

In the novel, she was a side character who challenged the protagonist once due to her extreme battle tendencies but was defeated by the protagonist who at that time had grown significantly!

She was quite strong and even had a dedicated martial school associated with her name. She served as a stepping-stone for the protagonist to grow further.

From the battle, the protagonist learned a thing or two about her style and improved.

That's all the purpose she had served in the story in summary.

He calmly looked ahead; the technique was indeed good for him at his level but unfortunately he did not have enough funds at the moment.

In the end, it was sold for 120 million Neden.

Oliver patiently waited as more and more items came and went; most of the items were purchased instantly by the rich but there were still some items that were either not purchased by anyone or that were bid very low for.

These items were probably too lacking for these people who remained and he could understand why. These items were either lacking in esper and looked ugly, or did not sound too useful.

While the second phase of the auction was indeed way superior and better than the first phase, there were still things and items that were not worth it.

Oliver was just eating free snacks when the next item was brought out and the auctioneer announced its details.

"The next item we have on our list belonged to once-renowned exorcist family; it was said that the family fell to ruin after the war and their descendants are now living somewhere in seclusion. Present the item!"

The male attendants quickly put the item on the display table for all the audience to see.

It was an ordinary-looking stone with some esper flowing out of it and giving the stone occasional glows of light.

"The person who put this on auction claims that this stone is a powerful artifact that could 'guide the lost through treacherous path ahead' or so they said. Now audience, whether it's true or false is up to you to decide!"

The auctioneer said in enthusiasm but looking at the uninterested expressions displayed by the crowd, she felt slightly hesitant; even she could not feel anything out of the ordinary from this stone.

From her colleagues, she heard the rumor that the Mystic Purge Clan apparently had some ties to that family in the last war and thus out of basic courtesy, they allowed this item to be prioritized in the second phase of the auction instead of the first.

It all made sense to her that no one was interested; these people were all high-class exorcists from distinguished and wealthy families, such an ordinary thing had no place in their eyes.

Nonetheless, it was still her job to try and sell the items.

"Know that this once belonged to a famed exorcist family before their ruin; it might really be something extraordinary!"

The crowd murmured as they heard this, feeling slight apprehension; what if the stone was really something extraordinary?

"Hoho… they surely have no taste," An elderly voice rang out among the crowd; it was an old man in a white buttoned coat and pants, he had a long gray beard and a bald head.

Adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses slightly, he said, "This is just an uncommon rank artifact. I am sure the most it could do is help its owner walk at night by acting as an esper torch."

Some people who looked at him could not help but exclaim.

"It's Mr. Tesshu! He's also here! I can't believe it!"

"Who's that?" Another person asked in curiosity.

"Don't you know him? He's Sagara Tesshu, the retired junior artifact appraiser; he once worked with the Forging Association!"

"Such an expert! It does make sense for him to attend this auction."

The murmurs intensified as people bickered among themselves about the authenticity of the stone.

Since an artifact appraiser had spoken, there was no scope left.

The auctioneer glared at the old man for ruining her pitch but refrained from speaking; she did not want to offend him because of a few words, plus he probably spoke the truth.

She sighed as she looked at the disinterested faces.

In the end, she could only start the bid. She had done what she could and it was now up to the people whether to buy this or not.

"The starting price will be… 500,000 Neden."

Hearing her low price, people could not help but form expressions of disdain; sure enough, this was not worth it.

They all knew that every year, some people would either provide large sums of money or use their connections to supply some ordinary ranking artifacts into the auction.

So it was not an uncommon sighting to spot some trash among treasures every now and then once in a while.

These people simply had one motive and that was to be able to fool the crowd and earn big by scamming them.

A risky act considering the status of people present every year, but these people were gamblers who played such games; they were gambling addicts!

Of course, there were cases every year where an exorcist would fall for this and later realize that the artifact that they had bid on was a fake or a low-ranking one.

In the end, they would use their wealth and connections to hunt down the seller who might or might not be seen again.

Despite such risk, there were always people willing to do that. As long as they used sufficient connections in the market and used enough money, they could slide one or two such items.

Well, no one cared since it was their fault for not recognizing if the item was worthy or not.

The hall was silent; not even the people from the upper floor were interested in bidding this time.

Just as the auctioneer was about to move onto the next item and discard this one, a calm voice sounded in the silent hall, shocking everyone.

"500,000 Neden."

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