Chapter 126 Peasant
"40,000!"
"43,000!"
"51,000!"
"56,000!"
"64,000!"
The current item that was being auctioned was a Peak Silver-Grade Greatsword, and all the warriors in the Auction House were outbidding each other furiously.
Thirteen simply leaned on the couch, and enjoyed the fruit juice that had been handed to him by the servant who had come to give them some refreshments.
Although he mentioned earlier that he no longer had any intention of bidding for the remaining items up for Auction, he still planned to bid for the Five Leaf Clover.
'As I thought, the funds I have are not enough,' Thirteen mused. 'But, it no longer matters.'
Half an hour later, the familiar transparent jar holding the Five Leaf Clover arrived on the stage.
"Well then, this is the last item that we have for today," Dorra said, giving her most radiant smile. "It is none other than the Five Leaf Clover!"
Thirteen was quite impressed by the young lady's stamina.
Although there were breaks in between, the fact remained that the pretty lady was still lively even after so many items were auctioned already.
While the boy was observing Dorra, the latter raised her hand, and continued her explanation.
"As you may already know, the Five Leaf Clover is a very precious commodity," Dorra explained. "It only grows in very few places in the world, and most of them are Holy Sites where ordinary people are not able to enter.
"But, we don't need to go to that place because we already have a Five Leaf Clover here! So, let's not delay the inevitable and start the starting bid!"
The people cheered as they, too, hyped themselves up for the bidding war that was about to begin.
"The initial bidding prize of the Five Leaf Clover is Zero!" Dorra explained. "The minimum bid for this item is 1,000 Silver Coins.
"Since this is a priceless commodity, I will let you all decide how much it will cost. Well then, who wished to have the honor of the first bid?"
Just as soon as Dorra asked the question, a firm and loud voice spread inside the Auction House.
"40,000!" Thirteen shouted.
As if waiting for that moment, the masked man also made his bid, shocking everyone inside the Auction House.
"300,000 Silver Coins."
The voice of the masked man was arrogant as if challenging everyone to come and outbid him.
"400,000!"
The masked man and Thirteen both shifted their attention to Adira, who had an amused smile on her face.
"500,000!" the masked man stated.
"600,000." Adira replied as if that much Silver Coin was just pocket money to her.
Norris, who was seated not far from her, pinched the bridge of his nose because his acquaintance was causing trouble.
Since they were in the same VIP Room, it was fairly easy to assume that he and Adira had some kind of relationship.
Because of this, the Slave Master felt a major headache coming his way, which was not something he was prepared to deal with.
"700,000!" the masked man growled.
"Let's make things more exciting," Adira said while using a nail file to trim her nails. "Two million silver coins."
"…"
"…"
Thirteen and Norris were speechless.
Both of them were thinking that the masked man would be the one winning the final item for auction, but the Drow suddenly joined the bidding, which made Thirteen stare at the Drow.
He was giving Adira the "Let the masked man win!" gaze, but the Drow misinterpreted the message that he was trying to convey to her.
'You want me to win? Okay,' Adira smiled sweetly, showing her pearly white teeth that stood out due to her jet-black skin. 'I'll win this for you.'
"Three Million," the masked man's voice was now chillingly cold as he gazed at the Drow, who seemed to not care who she was offending.
"Peasant," Adira commented after hearing the masked man's bid. "Five Million."
'Sh*t!'
"Argh!'
Thirteen and Norris couldn't help but face palm at the same time because the Drow was making things difficult for the two of them.
"You called me a Peasant?" the masked man growled. "You dare?"
"Bid up, or shut up," Adira replied. But, as if there was something missing in the words she said earlier, she made sure to add one more word to complete it.
"Peasant."
The moment those words escaped Adira's lips, the masked man released his aura, showing the Drow his rank as Champion.
"Hmmm?" Adira paused in filing her nails before arching an eyebrow at the masked man, who was trying to intimidate her with his Aura.
A moment later, a cold, and chilling aura spread in the surroundings, as Adira, too, made her rank known to everyone.
Similar to the masked man, Adira was also a Champion, which surprised Thirteen, and Cristopher, who was seated near her.
'She's stronger than the masked man,' Thirteen thought after sensing the pressure that the two people were emanating.
"Okay, let's all calm down and handle this like the adults that we are," Netero decided to interfere because if the two of them decided to fight inside the Auction House, it might destroy it completely.
"Calm down," Netero said as he patted Arthas' shoulder. "Let's not make a scene here, okay?"
Arthas snorted before sealing his aura.
Although he realized that the Drow was stronger than him, he wasn't afraid to fight her in battle.
Battles between the people of the same Rank isn't always decided due to the strength of their aura.
Battle experience was also a key in a battle between Champions.
Adira's icy presence also disappeared as if nothing had happened.
She then resumed to filing her nails, and waited for the masked man to outbid her.
But, using that brief moment of calm, Thirteen whispered something in Adira's ears, making the latter's lips curl up.
"Ten Million!" Arthas shouted.
Adira, who had been asked to back down by Thirteen, only gave Arthas a smile, and playful wink.
"Since you want it that badly, I'll let you have it," Adira said. "If I bully a Peasant, I will just become the laughing stock of my circle of friends. It is so not worth it."
Arthas, who heard Adira's snarky words, almost coughed out blood then and there.
He made a bid worth Ten Million Silver Coins and he was still called a Peasant by the Drow?
Even if he won the bidding war, he felt as if the Drow still had the last laugh in their exchange.
Thirteen and Norris both pinched the bridge of their nose at the same time because the Drow was simply too competitive.
Even when she backed down, she made sure that she had the final word, making the seven-year-old and the Slave Master feel a headache coming their way.
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