Chapter 597
Chapter 597 The Auction
The Crimson Clan then featured their First Grade adepts.
Apart from Meryl, who had to watch over things in the Goblin Plane, and Billis, who needed to stay at the metal fortress, all the other clan adepts had hurried back to Fire Throne to participate in this grand establishment banquet.
Gargamel, Eva, Deserra, Endor, Dana, Charon, the three blood knights, Old Fox Vanlier, Goblin Mechanic Tigule, Goblin Snorlax.
Their numbers were plenty, but nearly half of them were magical creatures that had joined the Crimson Clan. Consequently, it wasn’t too striking of a scene and wouldn’t invite the fear of the surrounding adept clans.
The auction that came after the introduction of the Crimson adepts was, naturally, handed over to Snorlax for him to host.
Snorlax had managed to break free of the glamor of authority and status after enjoying those several months of emperor-like treatment and rejoined the ranks of the clan adepts. In all honesty, this was beyond Greem’s expectations.
It was important to note how good a life that Snorlax was leading in the Goblin Plane. As the ‘sage’ and ‘saint’ of the goblins, Snorlax had practically uncontested authority. He could do whatever he wished. Over the past few months, he had always lived under the adoration of his many believers. He was welcomed wherever he went and greeted by masses that swarmed the streets. Tens of thousands of people followed him like shadows. He had immense influence, and countless goblins would have responded to his call.
Seven minutes later, this box of wind indurium weapons and armor (a total of seventy sets), were sold for a price of seventeen thousand magical crystals.
The auction continued with enthusiasm. One by one, the auction items were hauled on-stage before being taken off and put into the hands of the adepts below. The magical crystals obtained by the Crimson Clan were also rising without stop. All the Crimson adepts present at the banquet couldn’t stop smiling.
The prosperity of the clan meant that their welfare would also improve in turn.
Lord Greem had never been a stingy man when it came to such matters.
Wind dragonborn warriors, wind indurium armor and longswords, magic energy construction robots, dragontooth amulets, arcanite rifles, plenty of magical gemstones, and many rare materials from other worlds were auctioned.
These auction items were part of the resources that Greem had scoured from the Goblin Plane and Lance. They were ordinary items that had all their secrets and knowledge scrubbed from them. Even so, these items had brought a profit of 1.4 million magical crystals to the Crimson Clan.
Once this opening act had concluded, Snorlax finally shouted out the finale of the performance under the eager gaze of all the adepts– the Second Grade Wind Dragon.
Fire Throne rumbled, and the rattling sounds rang out from the fire prison in the corner of the Magma Hall. The magnificent body of the wind dragon that had been seen before the auction was revealed before everyone once again. Dragonborn Zacha held a flashing electric spear in his hand, watchfully guarding over the fire prison.
“This is a Second Grade wind dragon our clan captured in a certain other plane. It is a dragon lord that possesses a pure bloodline and is immensely powerful. If any lord or lady adept here can tame it and turn it into their mount, then their power would instantly skyrocket by thirty to forty percent. Its starting bid is one million two hundred thousand magical crystals. Highest bid wins. Any offers…” Seeing that it was the climax of the auction, Snorlax rose his voice one octave higher to a surprising level of excitement. His voice could be clearly heard throughout every corner of Magma Hall, even without the use of any voice amplification spells.
The adepts immediately flew into a riot.
Even the Second Grade adepts opened their eyes wide and cast their Spirits toward where the wind dragon was.
It seemed the goblin’s loud yelling had provoked Second Grade Wind Dragon Cherkes. He started to struggle against all the dense layers of runic bindings that he was placed under once more. The invisible sacrificial flames immediately spread to his body through the runic chains. These scary flames that could directly contact the soul burned and scorched the Second Grade wind dragon terribly. He let out a pitiful and drawn-out cry, and a fearsome dragon’s aura of might erupted from his body.
The low-grade adepts in the front were caught unprepared. They frantically retreated backward. Even the spirit appendages they had extended toward the wind dragon were torn to pieces. Some of the adepts with weaker Spirits even grunted as black streaks of blood flowed down their nose.
The violence of the wind dragon didn’t invite any complaints from the Second Grade adepts. In fact, it caused their eyes to shine even brighter. They wanted this enraged dragon even more now.