Chapter 346 – Immortal Elixir (7)
‘As far as strength… I don’t know.’
Was it because he refrained from using mana at this distance? I didn’t even know my skills.
I don’t know if I’ve seen it move, but I can see my skills just by sitting still? If that’s the case, I’ll hit the adventurer and spread a mat. Fuck you. You can change your job as a combat power scout.
Anyway, having grasped the warp of the target, I leaned back on the seat.
The minimum unit of the auction is 1 silver. It’s really cool that 1 million won is the minimum unit, but we didn’t have to worry too much because we only planned to pack reasonably cheap products here.
〈This is the fourth item. It’s the ‘Sun Dung Beetle’, a magic item made in Narmer-Nile. Since it has the power of the strong sun, it must be a very good item for outstanding mages.〉
Oh, you’re out already. My eyes lit up.
All of the items were sold for tens of silver dollars, so I, who had been passing them on casually, became interested in those items.
That golden legendary bulldog was a must-have.
〈20 Silver!〉
〈21 Silver!〉
〈22 Silver!!〉
Perhaps it’s a major thing, but the unit has gone up. The long-bearded man wearing a turban downstairs must have been customer number 17, and he smiled happily and stroked his beard.
At that time, the female thief said in the Primor group.
〈30 silver.〉
The turbaned beard glared at her frivolous voice, but when she realized that the location was reserved for aristocrats, she shook her head.
〈… 3, 31 silver.〉
Of course, that doesn’t mean he gave up.
It’s shabby because it’s 1 silver unit, but since it’s like raising 1 million won at once, it’s not something to belittle.
Anyway, a 31 million won insect brooch is fucking amazing.
─Glance.
Primor looked at the turbaned beard and whispered to the female thief. The female thief held back from bursting out at that instruction, and delivered the master’s words instead.
〈40 silver.〉
Oh my gosh. My madam knows how to flex.
At the rise of 10 million won, I stuck out my tongue, and the turban beard lowered its head.
If we fight back here, it will go up to 50 silver and it will be over. The turban beard didn’t seem to know that either.
The host, who was hoping for a bold challenge with a turban beard, said regretfully.
Watching him proceed neatly, Primor fanned with a noble fan as if he was relieved.
Because she was doing that, she looked like a real lady from head to toe, but as much as she knew her situation, I felt a little sorry.
I’m sorry. Please pay for her husband’s revenge with the allowance I gave her by proxy.
The host shouted so vigorously, but there was no response at all.
─Mr. Mm. Mmr.
Far from a bidding competition, some customers were frowned upon or even embarrassed.
〈5 gold? That?〉
‘Are you insane? How did you appraise the item?〉
I can hear it even in my ears sitting in the back seat, but how can a host who can hear the bid from this distance? He put a smile on his face as best he could, but couldn’t get rid of the awkward feeling.
It has to be. The greatsword, which was said to have a minimum bid of 5 gold, was trash no matter how you looked at it.
It was a rusty old sword. There was a pattern engraved on the wide blade of the sword.
I understand that it is a magic item that has been “Enchanted” With magic. Still, I looked at it through Odin’s eyes and grimaced.
‘Rubbish… I guess that’s right?’
The reason I deliberately opened Odin’s eyes was to retrieve a pearl from the mud.
If you watch a movie or a novel, don’t the main characters always pick up something plausible at an auction like this?
From the screenwriter’s point of view, it must be because there is no need to devote scenes to the auction part where only trash comes out in the first place, but it would be a lie if I said I didn’t expect it.
‘But how is it that the most likely object is the most trash?’
In fact, it didn’t even look like something plausible from what it looked like.
It was a rust-covered weapon like an old greatsword salvaged from a sunken pirate ship.
It took some time to interpret it even with Odin’s eyes, probably because the
However, it feels like even that is difficult to interpret because it is deliberately twisted like an English fingerprint for the college entrance exam.
In the end, even if I pointed out the part where some analysis was successful, it looked like a weak magic that spewed flames. It was an application of the Advanced-TOEIC technique that allows you to roughly guess the contents without reading 100%.
‘No matter how you look at it, it’s impossible to do something worth 500 million won… Uh?’
I endured my head getting cold due to the side effects of Odin’s eyes, and suddenly opened my eyes wide.
It was because he could see the rest of the magic he had only half interpreted.
〈Gu, is there anyone who wants to buy it? If not, next—-〉
〈5 gold.〉
When I realized it, it was after I intuitively raised my hand.
─Poof!
The audience’s attention was focused on me in an instant.
What kind of idiot dog hogu idiot bought that? Half of the question is, and the remaining half is the question of whether there is a value I don’t know about.
‘Look at something, you bastards.’
Fuck your eyes Hot water is leaking from my back.
I broke out in a cold sweat while pretending to be calm.
‘The price of our house is 2 gold and 45 silver, but to be calm while intervening in a 5 gold bid? Fuck, if I do that, won’t I be judged mentally and physically weak?’
But the gamble was worth it.
What kind of fucking power is hidden behind that greatsword?
No way. There is no such thing. That’s a real piece of crap.
If it was a game, it would be too much trouble to sell or grind, so it’s such a garbage weapon that you would just throw it away. If I put 5 gold into it, I’ll buy a golden dildo and play with Fran.
But someone said Life is a series of suffering.
In other words, life without pain is equivalent to death!
I swallowed salivating as I recalled that quote. A muddy spoon like me has to risk his life on a large-scale bet.
When I think about it, I feel a little calmer.
Is this the final step in accepting that death?
“No, Nor?”
Fran also looked at me with surprised eyes. However, my wife’s eyes, which could not hide her embarrassment, soon became comfortable with her firm trust and love for me.
And thanks to that, my cold sweat started flowing again.
‘… Lehween…’
The trust received from a loved one was a gift of joy and burden at the same time. I was devastated when I realized that the faucet on my back that I had been shutting off so hard was blowing away as if it had been hit with a hammer.
‘Fuck, these are borrowed clothes, don’t I have to ask them when I’m covered in sweat?’
Fuck 1 baby. They say money is coming in droves.
What to do Will this gamble pay off? I have to succeed.
If you fail, all the fucking family’s wealth will be lost! No, it may not be all of the property, but 500 million won was not an amount that my husband, who cheated on his eyes, would use alone!
Married men say that even if you spend only 50,000 won as you please, your dinner will become ramen that you cooked yourself, but I didn’t know that even my wives would despise me with cold eyes if I brought 500 million won to garbage!
Of course, you can cancel the purchase later, but if you do, you will not receive the item and you will have to return half of the winning bid.
If you really win the bid, you will have no choice but to cancel it, but even so, the price of our house and the money that you make are flying in the air!
‘Please fuck! Fuck please!’
I prayed to many gods, starting with Odin.
Anyone is fine now, so let another idiot get a foot in this fucking chicken race!
If anyone gets involved in a ridiculous value-added fight like this Gucci 10 million won chair, who knows if the other black cows will burn their money thinking, ‘Is there really something in that?’!
And fortunately for me, they quickly answered my prayers.
〈5 gold 10 silver.〉
It was a very calm and heavy voice, unlike a kidnapper’s.
The redheaded young handsome man responded to my raise by politely raising his hand.
Mr. Ivan Liter Something was participating in this crazy garbage item competition with a stake of 500 million.
I neglected the presenter, who died happily and ran wild, and he looked at me expressionlessly.
It was a face with no expression in particular, but I could feel a certain firm intention in the handsome parasitic brother Wakku, who was more aristocratic than that aristocrat——and full of dignity.
─Why is this cheesy bastard being such a jerk?
Yes. It was the kind of look that conveyed just such a question.
Seeing his eyes, I snorted inwardly.
It’s a flimsy provocation. This master-forager Nord is a professional, so he doesn’t let his personal feelings get involved.
So I spoke in a very businesslike tone.
〈6 gold.〉
What the fuck Are you scared?
If you twist it, will you follow me?
