When he thought about this, the price had already climbed to seventy thousand torr, and two more people withdrew at this time. Only the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Group, and two nobles in the first-tier box were left.
The deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Group raised the price to seventy-five thousand torr, forcing his other opponent to retreat. However, his last rival did not seem to intend to give up. After a brief silence, the auctioneer's assistant read out that person's bid again.
Ninety thousand torr.
The 'audience' was like a layer of ice. People couldn't help but look back, trying to see who exactly was in that box, even Limp Man couldn't help but speculate whether it was the agent of Earl Najin.
"If it's that old man Najin, then it becomes a battle of pride between the White Mane Legion and the local nobles. Lord, this is good news," Limp Man blinked and smiled slightly, saying.
But at this moment, another voice emerged from the crowd below.
One hundred thousand.
Brand and his party couldn't help but turn their heads. When Batom saw that person, his face changed involuntarily. Before Limp Man could speak, he said, "Sir Knight, that's Viscount Test's man."
"What's he doing down there?" Brand asked.
"Who knows." Red Beard's mercenary shook his head.
However, Brand didn't mind the weapon falling into his potential enemy's hands. To Batom and others, this was a rare sharp sword, but to him, it was nothing more than that. In Ambeser of Free Port, such transactions happen almost daily, it's just that Brags is too remote.
Silver Wing Cavalry Group's deputy commander thought for a moment, and finally made another bid. But in the end, he was defeated by Viscount Test who offered one hundred and ten thousand torr.
Next, the nobles in the first-tier box bid again, and the price climbed to one hundred and thirty thousand torr.
"It doesn't seem to be Earl Najin's agent," Antitina said.
Brand nodded, his mind slightly eased. His psychological price was between ten to fifteen thousand torr, and he was relatively satisfied with the current result. Even if he paid the commission, he could get close to sixteen thousand torr, which was more than enough for his upcoming plan.
But it seemed that fate intended to surprise him on this day. Just when Viscount Test was thinking of backing out, a new hunter joined the competition.
The other's offer was one hundred and fifty-five thousand torr. This time even the auctioneer couldn't help but put down the hammer and looked up at the third tier of the noble box in amazement, wondering who exactly was inside.
Brand had already turned around to ask Limp Man beside him, but Limp Man pondered for a while and couldn't come up with a solution.
The nobles in the first-tier box finally hesitated. After considering for a long time, they offered one hundred and sixty thousand, but the mysterious figure in the third-tier box immediately countered, raising the price to one hundred and seventy thousand—
One hundred and seventy thousand.
Brand, Antitina, Batom, Char, and Limp Man looked at each other. Even if it's a magic sword, it shouldn't be worth this much.
For a long time, no one responded.
Not only the participants, but even the 'audience' below was completely silent.
After taking a breath, the auctioneer almost reacted. He tremblingly raised his hammer, and after three knocks, this gripping show finally came to a close amid everyone's confusion.
What on earth happened before?
"One hundred seventy thousand?" Batom patted Limp Man's cheek beside him: "Limp Man, have you seen so much money?"
Despite being known for his knowledge and experience, Limp Man felt somewhat unreal at the moment. Although he had seen high transaction prices of hundreds of thousands of torr in this auction house before, those amounts had nothing to do with him. But this time, these amounts had some connection with him.
This little connection was enough to render this black-hearted merchant of Black Pepper Alley slightly speechless. Having lived off usury for twenty or thirty years, all his savings amounted to only tens of thousand torr.
And Antitina tightly grasped her clothes, trying not to show a shocked expression. Her awkwardness amused Char beside her.
But when Brand looked at Little Roman, Miss Merchant was very happy. She cheerfully held a small notebook, recording while saying, "Brand, we have capital now."
Brand smiled slightly.
On the other side, it seemed the auction organizers intended to conclude the auction in a thrilling contest. As Brand's Heart of the Tree was just taken down, the new item on stage made everyone almost stop breathing in an instant.
"Someone's auctioning Torch!" Exclamations filled the not-so-spacious auction hall.
Brand turned around and said to Char, "This is the grand finale of the auction. It's a shame; otherwise, our Heart of the Tree could have been the finale."
But Brand's implied regret wasn't for this minor incident. He continued, "Every Torch in Erune is produced by the Flame Temple. If the Haver Sect is openly auctioning Torch, they must be raising funds. But it's known that the Haver Sect is one-sided towards the Royal Family, so what's the Royal Family doing this time to need such money-raising methods—"
Char thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe it's related to the war?"
Brand thought for a while but had no related records in his memory. He nodded noncommittally and then looked up, feeling the atmosphere around him had completely changed.
A sense of tension had already spread around, feeling this change, he couldn't help but think—It seems some people were already informed and prepared.
"Are we going to participate?" Antitina asked from behind.
Brand thought for a moment and decided not to participate in this big fish eats little fish game, at least based on the current situation, his freshly acquired more than twenty thousand torr wouldn't stand a chance in this competition.
He shook his head and was about to say something but suddenly felt the surrounding light darken again.
"What are these people up to again?" Batom couldn't help but curse.
But Brand and Limp Man had already noticed the auctioneer's face changed below.
The young man and the seasoned black-hearted merchant simultaneously reached for the nearest weapon—
Then, without any warning, the torches on the four walls suddenly went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.
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