Chapter 720 - Self-Doubt
It was the 16th day of the Month of Looming Frost. The auction held at Remnant Coast was about to commence.
It was supposed to be a conventional monthly auction, which usually didn’t have many participants. But for some reason, there were way more people than expected attending.
Theron stood on the ceiling of the inverted pyramid-shaped auction building and observed the Remnant Coast from above.
The weather was… terrible, considering how the whole place was troubled by a sandstorm. But this was pretty common since Remnant Coast was located in the middle of a desert. Besides, the sandstorm wasn’t a big problem for supernatural individuals.
As the auctioneer, Theron had taken on the habit of observing participants before the auction started. He remained on the windy rooftop and gazed at the approaching crowds. However, he wasn’t really interested in the apprentices. He meant to keep an eye out for the coming wizards and prepare accordingly.
He suddenly heard something roaring, which was followed by a wizard in a yellow robe, who was riding on a giant sand bear.
“‘Sand Bear’ Ryne from Moxa Westland… Let me see. He must have come for the Fortune Bear Cub, which will help him summon more powerful creatures. It seems there will be one less unsold item.”
A faint smell of perfume suddenly penetrated the sandstorm and reached his nose. He looked in another direction and saw a witch covered inside a barrier made from rose petals flying toward the building.
“But Master, did you check the item yet?” Theron frowned.
“Do you think I’m lying?!” Chalon lost patience. “I DEMAND you to change the schedule and get rid of that junk earlier! Let’s start with… 50! Well, it should have been lower if not for its alchemy designs.”
Theron was the auctioneer but not the decision-maker, so he had no choice but to accept the order. “Understood, sir. I’ll swap it with the 37th lot.”
“That’s still too late. Sell it among the first five.”
Theron’s movement froze. Using his knowledge of an appraiser, he believed that the music box was far from being “junk”. The first five items to be sold during the auction should be relatively valueless, non-tiered materials or potions. Yet the music box was way beyond that.
“Sir, are you sure you know what the music box is?”
“How about you get to work rather than questioning my decisions?!” Chalon bellowed.
Theron quickly stepped out of the room. Chalon was not a liar, which meant he did check the music box before.
“But why are we having different opinions? Is my intuition faulty today?”