Hitman With A Badass System

Chapter 211 - Michael Is Too Poor

The very next moment, the host's voice resonated through the air once more, "Right now, the Blackwing Saurus will be auctioned. The starting bid is 300,000 gold coins. Every time a new bet is proposed, it must be at least 10,000 gold coins higher than the previous bid"

"I bid 310,000 gold coins…"

As soon as the host finished his declaration, a bid was immediately heard from one of the VIP rooms.

"320,000 gold coins…" A voice from another VIP room declared.

"330"

"350,000 coins…"

"400,000"

One after another, frighteningly high bids rang out from the VIP rooms in the auction house. Currently, none of the people sitting in the general area of the auction house could interject.

If one wanted to purchase the Blackwing Saurus, they not only had to have enough money, they also had to have a certain amount of strength. Otherwise, as soon as they left the auction house, the Blackwing Saurus would get stolen from them.

That's why the people fighting over the Blackwing Saurus right now had to have reached a certain level of power, and were not at all concerned about it being stolen from them.

"Half a million coins"

The fight over the Blackwing Saurus was extremely intense. In just the blink of an eye, the price had already risen to the astronomical value of half-million gold coins. Moreover, it was still rising, without showing any signs of stopping.

"600,000 gold coins. This Blackwing Saurus will be our Foxlow's. If anyone dares to fight us for it, they'll make the entire Foxlow clan their enemy" A deep voice echoed from one of the VIP rooms. Its tone was extremely arrogant, and it was evident that the person was determined to win.

"Foxlow clan, as in Kingdom Dradel's Foxlow clan?"

"It's actually the Foxlow clan. They're Kingdom Dradel's number one clan and are extremely powerful. Even the Kingdom Dradel's lord is extremely courteous to the Foxlow clan. I didn't think that they'd come to attend this event."

Hearing the words ``Foxlow clan", the auction house immediately buzzed with conversation. Although the Foxlow clan was not a superpower of Kingdom Dradel, their relationship with the King of Dradel and the important noble families of Dradel gave them enough power to become an influential house there.

"Haha, Foxlow clan's people, you can't say that. This place is an auction house. No matter what, it will go to the highest bidder. Our House Fisher will bid 1 million gold coins. This Blackwing Saurus will be ours for sure." A slightly aged voice rang out from the opposite VIP room in response to the Foxlow clan member.

"Isn't the House Fisher a power from Royal Land? "

"The House Fisher is extremely low-profile. Even the Royal family of Royal Land avoids clashes with House Fisher."

"Yea, I remember a few years back, one of the rich, spoiled princes offended a young miss of the House Fisher, and the prince was mercilessly beaten by the miss's bodyguards. Everyone thought the Royal family would be outraged at House Fisher but instead, the Royal family issued an apology notice to House Fisher"

"No shit, it's said that the House Fisher is actually the strongest family in Royal Land. However, because they're extremely low-key, they normally don't show themselves, to the point where some people have never even heard of them"

"You're absolutely correct. I wasn't aware of them until I went to MorningStar and met Alex Fisher"

"House Fisher...isn't Celina's boyfriend's name Alex Fisher?"? Michael thought after the little quarrel among the VIPs.

After the House Fisher had spoken, the only sounds heard were of a few people discussing among themselves. For a while, nobody else bid. Even the previously determined Foxlow clan had suddenly fallen mute in a period of hesitation.

"Royal Land, House Fisher" Michael took a mental note of this family. Based on the scene unfolding in front of him, he could already see that the House Fisher was quite powerful.

After a moment of silence, an extremely energetic, middle-aged man finally said from within another box, "Haha, I didn't think that the House Fisher would be so interested in this Blackwing Saurus. In that case, our House Oswen won't enter this fight over this magical beast. I hope that the House Fisher will return the favor by not bidding for the next item"

"Haha, of course. We won't participate in the battle over the next one." The slightly aged voice from the House Fisher could be heard once more, this time with a hint of a smile in his tone.

"In that case, our House Oswen won't bid for this Blackwing Saurus"

"Our MorningStar Sect will also give up on it…."

....

After House Fisher's declaration, powers that weren't at all weak began to give up on the fight over the Blackwing Saurus one after another, giving the House Fisher some face.

"Hehe, I thank everyone for House Fisher" An elder from the House Fisher laughed gently.

"Human, don't bid. We'll take the beast in some other ways'' Michael heard Gaya's voice. He wanted to screw them by bidding for the beast but he chose not to because this was not the time nor the place to make a powerful enemy for the sake of petty grudge against Alex and Celina. Besides, as Gaya said, they could always steal the Blackwing Saurus from them.

After everyone stopped bidding for the beast, the Blackwing Saurusd was given to the House Fisher for the successful bid of 1 million gold coins.

"We shall now proceed to auction the next item. Bring it up!"

This time the old man lifted the cloth to reveal an old worn-out spell scroll.

"This is one of the Epic spells you've all been waiting for. This spell will let the caster conjure a storm around the position of the caster. The storm will last for two full minutes. it can obliterate even a group Core Strengthening cultivators and heavily wound a Soul Refining cultivator" the people in both downstairs and the VIP rooms gasped in shock as the host continued,

"For the obvious reasons, we cannot let one of our mages cast the spell. But you can imagine its power from what I just said. For two whole minutes, you'll be a God of Thunder. The starting price is 500,000 gold coins, with each minimal bid being 20,000 gold coins more.

As soon as the host finished talking, a frightening amount of prices started to be called out from the audience. Perhaps it was because this was one of the Epic class spells, everyone started to battle it out even more intensely than before they did for the Blackwing Saurus. Quickly, the original price of 500,000 had reached up to triple its amount.

"1.5million…"

"1.6million"

In a few moments, the price of the spell had reached a price of 1.6million.

Hearing the endlessly increasing price of gold coins, the seated Michael couldn't help signing. His total wealth was only 3.5 million but these families were willing to spend millions to acquire a spell scroll. Even if he wanted to get this spell, now he simply couldn't.

"The House Oswen bids 1.65million…"

"The Foxlow clan bids 1.7million…"

"The Golden Valley bids 1.73 million…"

The prices continued to increase as many sides continued to fight bitterly over this spell and they increased the bid by more than 20,000 gold coins each time.

Quickly, the Blackwing Saurus had surpassed the 1.8million coins mark.

"The Foxlow clan bids 1.9million gold coins."

Immediately the Foxlow clan offered the high price of 1.9million gold coins, making many gasps for air in shock.

An Epic spell was extremely rare in Elon Continent and any single Epic spell could make a cultivator dangerously powerful even if the cultivator wasn't at higher stages of cultivation. Even the superpowers in Elon didnt have more than a couple of Epic spells under their belt and adding one more than their rival would always give them the edge. Hence, the superpowers went all in for the spell.

Before the auction house could resume its price war, another voice called out, "The House Oswen bids 2million"

The House Oswen had one-upped the pressure on the Foxlow clan.

"Bang!" Then suddenly, another sound came out from the Foxlow clan box.

Michael saw there are a total of 5 middle-aged men and an elder sitting in the Foxlow clan VIP box. One of the middle-aged men dressed in a white robe heavily slammed his fist on the wooden table in front of him, creating an indent in it.

"House Oswen, you dare to compete with us, the Foxlow clan? Fine, we'll make you regret it." The white-robed middle-aged man said through clenched teeth, a dark expression on his face.

The other people had unsightly expressions on their faces.

"If we continue fighting like this, I'm afraid that the Epic spell price will clamber up to a point that even we cannot reach," The elder said with a downcast expression.

"What other choice do we have? This fucking spell has attracted quite a few people. Now, all the powers still fighting over it aren't any weaker than our clan." The white-robed middle-aged man said in exasperation.

"2.1million"

At this moment, another voice declared a price. Seeing the price climb higher and higher, the expressions of the few people from the Foxlow clan became more and more unsightly.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted, "Foxlow clan bids 2.2million"

"Jesus Christ! I should start planning to rob these people," Michael thought, raising his brows.

[Only if the host has adventured out more, you could have found a subordinate with a forger trait. Then, you would have been able to forge a spell to make a shit load of gold coins] the system scolded Michael. Its voice was not at all friendly, in fact, it sounded extremely annoyed.

The VIPs continued to fight for the Epic spell until House Oswen won the spell for a whopping 2.5 million gold coins. Although Michael was jealous of their wealth, he was also happy thinking that his herbs had the chance to sell for more than he had been expecting.

After the Blackwing Saurus and the Epic spell, everyone was at the edge of their seats waiting for the next item. Many couldn't sit still without craning their heads to scan the stage.

"Something's wrong" Michael could see the genuine smile on the old man's face disappear as it was being replaced by a fake one. Almost as if he was trying to smile and look calm. The old man walked to the stand which was not as big as the Blackwing Saurus's.

"Oh come on"

"Show us the item!"

"Yeah, show us!"

The people downstairs began to shout at the old man's sloth-like movements. Finally, with a small sigh, the old man removed the cloth to reveal nothing but a round pebble.

"What the fuck?"

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