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Chapter 452: Chapter 371, Auction (One update today)_2

He walked slowly onto the auction stage, and when the silk cloth on the platter was removed, a brocaded pouch-like item was revealed.

The auctioneer introduced, “Space Satchel, a masterwork by a Rune Master that takes three years to complete, with an internal storage space of 100 cubic feet, priced at 2,500 Gold Coins, with each bid not less than 100, please….”

Next to him, two people moved apart, speaking in hushed tones as they watched the stage.

“Even Space Satchels are up for sale now, the Consortium must be short on cash this year.”

“Actually, the price isn’t too bad, if used for trade you could earn it back in a few years.”

“I like this one….”

“Uh, the price is going to soar, I’ll buy you a bigger Space Ring when we get back.”

“Alright, just my luck to fall for you, broke as you are.”

“Personal charm.”

They exchanged a few words and then leaned together, continuing to talk about other things.

Wu Heng was also looking at the satchel on the stage.

He had seen this item in Lundham City before, where ‘Laisia’ from the Snake Badge Consortium had one.

Being from the Snake Badge Consortium, Laisia, as the local head, had permission to use it.

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At the time, he had even borrowed it from Laisia for use and knew the storage space inside was massive, but he hadn’t realized it was a whole 100 cubic feet.

Cubic feet are not the same as square feet, and although saying it compares to a cargo ship might be an exaggeration…

It could nonetheless carry a considerable amount of goods for transport, and running it for a few years would make it possible to earn back the investment.

Soon the crowd began to place their bids.

The price quickly soared from 2,500 to 7,500 Gold Coins.

Increasingly preposterous.

It even surprised Wu Heng, realizing that there were really many wealthy people around.

The price hit 8,200, and the rate of bidding slowed down.

Wu Heng started bidding, “8,300.”

“8,400!” someone in front called out a bid.

“8,500,” Wu Heng continued.

“….”

“9,000.”

When Wu Heng called out 9,000, the whole room fell silent.

The auctioneer maintained a smile, saying, “9,000 Gold Coins for the first time, 9,000 Gold Coins for the second time… third time, congratulations to guest number 057 for winning the ‘Space Satchel’.”

The satchel was taken down.

Subsequently, the next item was brought onto the stage.

The auctioneer said, “Guarding Spirit Fist Guards, a weapon used by Fist Masters, engraved with attack and defense runes to increase the user’s speed and attack power, while also blocking psychic and mental disturbances, starting at 1,300 Gold Coins, with each bid not less than 50 Gold Coins.”

The price was somewhat lowered.

Wu Heng watched, feeling it was quite suitable for Mini.

When the price rose to 4,300, he began to bid.

After the auctioneer called three times, the hammer fell directly, “Congratulations to guest number 057 for obtaining the ‘Guarding Spirit Fist Guards’.”

The auction continued.

But there was something off about the scene.

“Congratulations to guest number 057 for winning the ‘Martial Phantom Blades’.”

“Congratulations to guest number 057 for winning the ‘Wind Tread Garment’.”

“Congratulations to guest number 057 for winning the ‘Lion Armor’.”

“Congratulations to guest number 057 for winning the ‘Holy War Radiant Armor’.”

The room was silent.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking towards the back where the bidding had occurred.

Even though faces and expressions were hidden by cloaks, everyone’s frozen posture on their seats…

Revealed curiosity and astonishment.

…

“How much money did he bring? He won everything without missing a single item!”

“Did he rob a Consortium’s treasury?”

“Judging by the voice, he must be quite young, and by the looks of his height, probably of the Human Race or an elf.”

“Must be from the Yeko Kingdom, right? I heard there’s been some intense turmoil in their royal family lately, they wouldn’t have moved all their money, would they?”

“What’s he buying all this stuff for?”

The usually quiet crowd, those nearby, began discussing among themselves.

Winning several items worth a fortune in succession, how rich must one be to dare to buy things at an auction in such a manner.

His profound wealth was frightening.

All eyes turned his way.

Wu Heng, however, didn’t mind, since no one knew each other anyway.

On the other hand, the couple acting cozy beside him became more reserved, wanting to lean on each other but feeling a bit self-conscious as everyone looked in their direction.

A few staff members approached.

They were holding items that had just been auctioned.

“Guest, these are the items you’ve won, the total cost will be 21,500 Gold Coins,” a staff member said softly.

Wu Heng nodded, “I’d like to exchange some Gold.”

“Of course, guest, will it be an item trade or Gold exchange?”

“Gold exchange.”

“Please wait a moment, I’ll arrange for someone to come over,” the staff member said.

Meanwhile on the stage, the auctioneer loudly introduced the last Special Item.

But now, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Wu Heng’s position, waiting to see if he could really afford to take home so much in one go.

The auctioneer, in the middle of her presentation, noticed that no one was listening to her and could only offer an awkward smile.

The auction was paused to allow Wu Heng to exchange his gold.

Soon, two dwarves approached from a distance.

They smiled and said, “Guest, do you need to exchange for Gold Coins?”

Wu Heng took out two backpacks and handed them to the dwarves.

As the backpacks were opened, they revealed an abundance of gold and silver jewelry inside.

The dwarves nodded. “Guest, please wait a moment. We need to weigh these. For finished jewelry in good condition, we will settle with a 10% premium.”

Wu Heng nodded, indicating that it was acceptable.

…

The measurement of gold was being conducted there.

The crowd was even more amazed.

“It’s all gold, carrying so much money.”

“Definitely must have been brought out of some royal treasury; otherwise, it couldn’t be jewelry of such quality.”

“Yes, there’s a high chance. Who would bring out finished jewelry like this.”

“Really rich, coming to clean out the auction at the consortium.”

The buzz of the crowd continued.

The dwarves had also finished the authentication and weighing.

They said, “Guest, with the premium, the total comes to 26,150 Gold Coins. After deducting the Gold Coins for your purchases, you have 4,650 Gold Coins remaining.”

“That’s fine!”

“Please, wait a moment.”

Shortly after, four money bags were brought over.

The gold jewelry was also taken away by the other party.

Wu Heng collected all the items he bought along with the remaining Gold Coins.

The auction continued once again.

…

The auctioneer resumed with a smile and said, “Next, we have the final item of this auction. For those who haven’t found an object to their liking, this is your chance to seize the opportunity.”

Gesturing for everyone to look at an item on the side, she continued, “A Special Item, the Evil Sword Silent Blade. Any living beings moving around the user will be attacked by the weapon, including the user, with no special side effects.”

Upon hearing about the Evil Sword, the place immediately buzzed with activity again.

“The Evil Sword, they are actually selling that.”

“A few days ago, Kerim was on the island with the Evil Sword and was killed by Imilo.”

“The one Kerim had was called ‘Nebula,’ not this one.”

“What’s happening recently, with this kind of Evil Swords circulating in the open.”

“Maybe in a few days, ‘Nebula’ will also be put up for sale. Imilo has the Elf Race’s sacred sword; he wouldn’t care about such a sinister weapon.”

“That’s true!”

The crowd murmured to each other in low voices.

The auctioneer continued, “The starting bid is 5,000 Gold Coins, with each bid increment not to be less than 200. Ladies and gentlemen, you may begin now.”

“Wow, the starting bid is so high.”

“They must be banking on someone here to provide a reserve, so the consortium raised the price!”

“Evil Swords are expensive to begin with.”

“5,200.”

“5,400.”

Bidding started.

Wu Heng directly called out, “5,600.”

The crowd paused in their bidding.

And turned to look back his way again.

Sure enough, it had started again.

Most people stopped raising the bid after he made an offer.

Only one or two people continued, but once the price reached 6,600 Gold Coins, no one else spoke up.

Wu Heng won the item without contest.

The auctioneer repeated the previous phrase, “Congratulations to Guest No. 057 for winning the ‘Evil Sword Silent Blade.’

Wu Heng paid for the item and collected the Special Item.

The auctioneer spoke again, “Thank you, guests, for your participation. The auction has now come to an end. You all may return to your own cities by the ships that brought you here, and I wish you all a pleasant life.”

The woman bowed and swiftly left the stage.

The guests, too, got up in a rush and headed outside.

As Wu Heng stood up, a staff member quickly approached him.

“Guest,” the staff member said softly, “The manager has requested to see you.”

Wu Heng was taken aback at first; he tensed, thinking another troublesome matter had arisen.

But then he felt something was off. Buying items from the consortium, there was no way they’d come to him with trouble.

Moreover, with so many witnesses around, unless they wanted to ruin their own reputation, they would never do such a foolish thing.

“Lead the way.”

The staff member nodded and led him to a side chamber.

…

Upon entering a room,

a faint fragrance wafted out, and the auctioneer from earlier was seated inside the room.

Seeing him enter, she stood up with a smile and said, “Guest, please have a seat.”

Sitting down, Wu Heng was also curious about why he had been summoned and directly asked, “Do you need me for something?”