Chapter 721 - Angry Dave
There were several minutes before the auction started, and Dave was thrilled to see so many apprentices from Brute Cavern sitting around him.
They usually did not attend the auction held on the Remnant Coast because there were many better choices. It seemed they were all attracted by Angor’s illusion item.
Also, Dave hung out at the entrance for a while and saw many great wizards, including Sumesh, who had come. Apparently, they heard about Greya’s “challenge of truth”, which was facilitated by Angor’s illusion, and they all wished to take a look at what Angor was selling this time.
Angor promised to share 10% of the final income with Dave. Of course Dave was glad to see so many people who would soon compete for a higher price.
The lights in the auction hall went out and interrupted his happy imagination.
The main stage was then lit up, and Theron went under the light with a professional smile, wearing his off-white suit and a yellow bow-tie.
“Welcome. Welcome to the monthly auction sale of the Remnant Coast. My name is Theron, and I’ll be your host today.”
As an auctioneer who worked for the Remnant Coast for over a hundred years, Theron knew that none of the participants enjoyed formalities, so he started the auction right away.
Sumesh was carefully observing the music box in his VIP room casually.
“That looks similar to the one in Iron Granny’s house… but I think this one looks better?”
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Theron had spent a full minute on the stage in embarrassing silence.
No one was making calls for the music box. In fact, he was questioning the reliability of his expertise now. How could he not know about a popular toy while everyone apart from him did?
He even thought about buying the item himself. As far as he could see, paying 150 crystals for such a delicate “toy” was not a bad idea.
“A hundred and sixty.” Someone raised a paddle before Theron removed the item.
Theron looked at the bidder and frowned. He recognized the young man as the one who delivered the music box to them, an apprentice named Dave.
But why would he buy it back like that? The item’s going to return to his hands anyway.
Truth was, Dave was doing this so that people at least saw a buyer for Angor’s music box, which was better than having no one showing interest in it.
“We have an offer. One-sixty, going once.” Theron shook his head and continued his job.
“Someone actually wants that thing?” Chalon muttered.
An assistant nearby explained what was going on.
“Huh? Oof, so the consignor wants it back? HA! Fine, we still get the profit. But remember to tell Theron later, that we should prevent these junks from taking up our space.”
“You’re so right, sir. Garbage like this will ruin our fame,” a woman serving Chalon flattered.
“You know me so well, Linda…” Chalon began worming his hands around the woman’s breasts again.
The auction hall suddenly got a lot noisier when more and more people started talking.
“What’s going on down there?” Chalon frowned and asked his assistant.
“Sir, our guest from VIP room 7 offered 200 crystals for the music box, and the original consignor has been bidding against him. The current bid has reached 500.”
“What?!” Chalon jumped from his seat. “Don’t fuc*ing tell me we got a shill who bought a VIP ticket?”
“Sir-sir, the guest inside room 7 is ‘Mythril Innovator’ Jellal from Tower of Hurricane.”