"You and your master are now the proud owners of this noble Himalayan Yeti. It's authentic and worth the price. You can collect it at the door when you leave."
Lance followed the bony finger's direction, and indeed, there stood a large, ape-like white monster, growling softly. The lantern light flickered on its silver fur.
This creature stood three meters tall, with deep temples, a broad chest, and snow-white fur covering its entire body. Its breath came out like thin smoke in the stuffy air, adding to its wild aura. Like a white gorilla just dragged down from the peak of Everest.
"Himalayan Yeti... quite familiar." Lance murmured to himself, his eyes sharpening as he noticed several large-bodied individuals who looked like guards, their faces covered with metal masks, dragging the monster down with heavy cuffs and shackles, its chains clinking—while the Yeti roared, shrieked, trying to break free.
Um, these people really do have the smell of sulfur from hell, crawling out of some rotten black hole. Could they really be people who have escaped from hell?
Forget it, the Sorcerer Supreme doesn't care, so Lance doesn't need to do anything unnecessary. Lance tugged at his collar slightly, as if the air in this room was starting to itch against his skin.
"As always, we thank our brothers, friends, and many masters for visiting our House of the Infernal Glories!" shouted the auctioneer, urging the crowd to keep listening. Some people laughed dryly, while others merely clicked their tongues.
"Next..."
"Oh, this is the item you've been waiting for—just discovered in the Plague Well in Estonia, confirmed by our appraisal expert..." The man's voice lowered, then echoed again with a theatrical tone. "I present to you the legendary Wand of Xyggondo, used by Grigory Efimovich Rasputin himself!"
The guard standing behind him—tall, with sunken eyes like a vulture—stepped forward, carrying a purple velvet tray. On it was a small magic wand, dimly sparkling, its carvings resembling the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. It looked very much like a wand from the Harry Potter world, except a strange cold aura emanated from it.
In fact, this type of wand was the most commonly used magical tool by wizards. The troll couple, it was said, were skilled craftsmen who made wands like this. However, the historical details were often mixed with rumors—and in the black market, rumors were worth more than facts.
The auctioneer lifted the so-called legendary wand and raised his voice: "Now... let the bidding begin!!"
Before the echo of his words faded, an owl, its feathers soaked in oil and blood, hooted in a raspy voice: "I bid nine buckets of rat blood!"
A giraffe—its neck wrapped in black silk—raised its long hoof, clattering: "I bid three hundred frog hearts!"
A large crocodile, wearing a torn tuxedo, slammed its tail on the stone table, the sound THUD! echoing in the hall. "I bid a dozen candles made of human fat, plus the tears of the oldest virgin in the world!"
Lance: "..."
Damn. Those who dabble in dark magic really have no moral integrity! Lance's mouth twitched slightly, wanting to laugh, but he held it back. The air around him was getting more and more foul.
This is a mess! If the Sorcerer Supreme showed up, they would all surely be thrown into a dark portal. Luckily, Lance had no plans to study dark magic; otherwise, he would have been sick of this rotten material long ago. Even if it wasn't ordinary rat blood and ordinary frog hearts, Lance had no intention of touching them at all!
However, before Lance could finish cursing in his heart, a skinny man, standing in the corner, raised his hand, his face pale as a dead candle. "I will give my mother's soul!" the man said loudly, his voice even startling some vampires behind him into coughing.
Damn! These people are truly beasts who don't know what integrity is! Lance could only sigh inwardly, holding back his nausea. The smell of hot iron was becoming more piercing.
"Are there any more bids?" The auctioneer spun around on the rickety wooden stage, his voice booming again. "This is the Wand of Xyggondo! Even if you are just a wizard apprentice, you can defeat sorcerers with this wand!"
Lance smirked slightly behind his mask. He thought quickly—if this wand fell into the hands of a fool, it could be dangerous. "I will offer 100 milliliters of Dark Young blood!" Lance said flatly, his hand slipping into the pocket of his robe, his fingers brushing against a small bottle containing a blackish-green liquid.
The Wand of Xyggondo was indeed famous in the magical world, but for those who were well-informed, this wand was only on par with the Staff of the Living Tribunal, and its true value was far from deserving of its reputation.
However, mosquito flesh is still flesh. Just throw it into the system, into the infinite altar; who knows, it might be exchanged for something more useful.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a tense silence.
Compared to the previous offers from others, that number was like a star in the sky—too far to reach, too big to swallow.
The auctioneer stared at Lance, the man's eyes half wide, half assessing. A thin smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"I haven't seen this master before. Is this your first visit to the House of the Infernal Glories?" the man asked in a sweet, winding tone.
Lance returned the gaze, cynical, his voice cold and piercing. "If no one else wants to bid, let's end this now. It's a waste of time."
The auctioneer shrugged, pretending to be indifferent, then called out loudly to the guests: "Is there anyone who wants to bid higher than our master here? Is there anyone else who wants to bid?!"
Silence.
A few faces looked hesitant, but no one spoke.
"Alright... then—deal!" The man's shout broke the silence, followed by the lazy applause of a few people in the corner.
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