kvmb Chapter 122 Scales
Chapter 122 Scales
When the slave trade fair reached its midpoint, one of the inner doors opened accordingly.
It's worth mentioning that the tickets for the inner area weren't cheap; the two of them together cost a whopping 1000 sabbs. If he hadn't overcharged Bo Gang, he would have been really strapped for cash.
Upon entering, the staff had the two put on black robes to disguise their identities and then go to the mask gallery to choose a mask.
Before leaving, Lin Tian asked the staff two questions:
"Is the person hosting this event the city lord?"
"No, it's the Slave Merchants Guild, so you don't need to worry about your identity being exposed. We are very trustworthy."
"Okay, then the second one."
"Can I wear my own mask?"
"Of course!"
After receiving an affirmative answer from the staff, Lin Tian followed their directions to the inner area.
A short while later, a person wearing a pig-face mask and a person wearing a wolf-face mask entered the venue.
The venue is very large, divided into ten rows. Except for the first three rows, you can choose any of the other seats.
Lin Tian and the white-robed scholar sat in the fifth row. After they sat down, people continued to enter the venue. By the time the auction started, there were about 100 people in the entire venue.
Each person has a number plate next to them; Lin Tian's is number 56, and the white-robed scholar's is number 55. Each time you bid, you only need to raise your number plate, and the auctioneer will automatically raise the bid for you.
As the auction began, Lin Tian perked up, but to his disappointment, the items up for auction were mostly things that were of little use to him, such as various magic scrolls or magical weapons.
Otherwise, it was all about young women, lolis, and mature women. Lin Tian had neither the financial means nor the interest, so much so that even halfway through the auction, he still couldn't muster any interest.
Just as Lin Tian was dozing off, his system suddenly made a "ding" sound.
[Ding! Special item detected]
The system notification immediately woke him up from his drowsy state.
Special props?
The system has this function?
Without a second thought, Lin Tian immediately looked at the auction stage and saw a special item up for auction.
"The next item up for auction is a scale that appears to be from a legendary creature!"
"Our chamber of commerce's tests show that this scale is extremely hard and remains undamaged no matter how it is attacked."
“We tested ten silver-level and one gold-level experts, and no matter what methods these experts used, they could not leave a single mark on this indestructible scale.”
"It's obvious that the owner of this scale in life must have been a legendary magical beast with considerable strength!"
"And now, you only need a minimum of 1000 Shabes to possess a single scale of this legendary magical beast! With it, you will be..."
Putting aside any words of praise and boasting, everyone present was not a fool.
These scales sound impressive—scales from legendary magical beasts, right? But their practicality isn't that great.
If you said it was a large area, that would be fine, but you only have this small area. You can't make either shields or weapons. Are you going to hold up scales and tell the other side to bombard this area?
This item is more of a collectible item; after all, it's a legendary Warcraft game, so the hype is quite significant.
As expected, despite the auctioneer's enthusiastic promotion, this item wasn't as popular as the previous ones, with only a handful of people bidding.
"Number 56, 1600 per time!"
"Number 56, 1600 twice!"
"Number 89, 1700 per time!"
"89! You?"
Suddenly, number 89, who was sitting in the second-to-last row, raised her sign, which shocked number 90 next to her.
"Why are you buying them too?"
"Put it down quickly, it's too eye-catching."
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on them, the brows under the mask number 90 furrowed.
"sorry."
"But that thing...it feels very familiar...anyway...it's very special to me, I have to get that thing."
Number 89 was a woman wearing a rabbit mask. Her voice was cold, but her tone was extremely firm.
"You... sigh~ never mind, but the organization won't pay for it!"
"Thank you."
Number 89 didn't have much savings either. She had only recently rejoined the organization and had only about 3 or 4 yuan in savings, but she wasn't too worried.
After all, this item isn't very useful, so no one should be going to try and take it from her.
"Number 56, 1800!"
Someone else raised the bid. Bidder number 89 glanced at the guy sideways, but didn't say anything, just silently raised his paddle.
"Number 89, 1900!"
"Number 56, 2000!"
Number 89 was careless; she didn't expect someone to actually compete with her for this item. The two kept raising the price, which soared to 3000!
This not only stunned the auctioneer, but also the other guests present, who all turned to look, wondering which two fools were fighting for this worthless item.
"This bastard!!!"
Number 89's body trembled incessantly, her eyes seemed to transform into a sharp sword, wanting to pierce through the mask and stab the back of that pig's head!
"How about we don't raise the price too much? We still have tasks to complete later, and this is too conspicuous."
Seeing that No. 89 was already getting a little carried away, No. 90 couldn't help but try to dissuade him.
But number 89 only hesitated for a moment before continuing to raise the price.
"Number 89, 3300!"
"I'm sorry, I have to get this."
Number 89 spoke resolutely, showing no intention of heeding any advice.
"4000!"
However, at that moment, an untimely voice rang out, and someone else made a bid. Everyone turned their attention to see who had joined the battle.
However, when they shifted their gaze, they all put on an expression of sudden realization.
So it was him. No wonder.
Who exactly is it that makes everyone act so matter-of-factly?
That is of course our local tyrant of Huangtu City, Lord Bogang!
He sat in the front row, in a luxurious private seat. Unlike the others, he did not wear a black robe to conceal his identity; instead, he wore a gold-plated half-face mask.
Although it might be because the black robe didn't have his size, in any case, Bo Gang basically made no attempt to hide his intentions; he just wanted to arrogantly tell everyone present his identity.
His number is number one, which is very fitting for his identity.
As for why he joined, it was simply because it was fun. He wasn't really interested in this item at first, but seeing the constant bidding between number 56 and number 89, he couldn't resist joining the highly anticipated auction to showcase his skills.
This almost made Number 89 faint with anger. Number 56 was already enough for her, and now another one had appeared! Number 89 was completely exasperated and couldn't help but complain:
"That fat pig!"