The small wooden hammer fell.
"Congratulations to this guest for successfully winning this ancient sword of unknown civilization at a price of nine million magic stones!"
Nine million!
Spirit steadied his heart and swiftly evaluated; this price was within his expectations and tolerance range.
Spending a little more than the market price for a top-level 2 Level Witchcraft Artifact on an item that might be related to his biggest secret was completely worth it.
Moreover, the bidding process seemed normal, showing his interest without being absurdly exaggerated, so it shouldn't attract excessive investigations or coveting.
Attendants sheathed the longsword and placed it into the specially made sealed sword box.
"Cyan Sun Sword..." he murmured to himself, a sense of unprecedented belonging and curiosity surged within him.
Every minute of waiting for the transaction to be completed felt somewhat long from then on.
