An Unprecedented Auction (Continued)

At this moment, apart from the younger generation who came to broaden their horizons, the Magus present were all veteran Magus who had made a name for themselves in their fields decades ago. Even he, as the Lord, was far too inexperienced compared to these guys, let alone Rovey, who was now on the stage.

Just over twenty years old, a junior who has come of age, how can he possibly face these old foxes, each of whom is two or even three times his age?

However, sometimes, winning or losing isn't just about the moment; there are plenty of opportunities to get back at them in the future.

His requirement for Rovey was not to keep all of the Mystic Eyes, but to keep 30% as the greatest success. He could, of course, throw away the rest, and then he, as the teacher, and the Aristocratic Faction forces would divide it up to the greatest extent possible.

No matter what he does, this banquet will not be a loss for Aristocratic Faction.

If Rovey is truly exceptionally talented and manages to preserve half of the original through his own means, then the old Aristocratic Faction folks would be happy to see the rise of a second Barthomeloi.

After all, the Aristocratic Faction has not made any major moves for many years, and its internal problems are far greater than imagined. Some of its members have long been eager to make a move over the distribution of benefits.

For example, Archerolt is a typical example. Although Aristocratic Faction, he had a strong media influence and, until his predecessors, even dabbled in military enterprises. That is to say, the more people involved, the less clear it became who would betray them, which is the greatest weakness of Aristocratic Faction.

So even Barthomeloi wouldn't mind seeing a second hopeful Aristocratic Faction emerge to give those guys a wake-up call, regroup, and tear a piece of flesh from democracy.

Originally, she and Yulifis valued Kenneth was hailed as a child prodigy in magic, the most, but now...

Because of Rovey's contribution in the campaign to subdue one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors, she was willing to give him support and opportunities. Yulifis, like Kenneth, knew this grand-disciple very well and therefore had high expectations for him.

They all hoped that Rovey could bring new surprises to Aristocratic Faction.

This banquet was the best test for him, and everyone was looking forward to it.

"..."

The atmosphere froze again. The moment Rovey stepped onto the platform, all the Magus below, regardless of which family they were from, stopped talking, showing respect to the Aristocratic Faction behind Rovey. Then they all looked up and watched intently, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Brother..."

"Teacher..."

Below, Reines, and on the second floor Gray clenched their fists, silently praying for Rovey.

Lehmann and his daughter Yvette, who had arrived with the Department of Law, were also watching Rovey's every move, eagerly anticipating the performance of the man who had created a miracle on the train.

"It's Crowley!"

Yvette, standing to the side, had her eyes sparkling with admiration as she looked at Rovey. After what happened on the Rail Zeppelin, she naturally became a fan of Rovey.

"Mr. Crowley ..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had just finished talking with Kenneth, couldn't help but feel a little sentimental when he saw Rovey take the stage.

Just a few months ago, the Magus was still a greenhorn in his own eyes, but now he has reached such a position. Not only did he win the final victory in the Holy Grail War, but he is also able to stand on such a stage.

Being able to perform under the watchful eyes of so many powerful figures in the demonic path was something he had dreamed of since his youth. He never imagined that Rovey, at just over twenty years old, would achieve what he had spent his entire life striving for.

Indeed, there is no insurmountable gap between genius and mediocrity.

But...

Knowing that Sakura has joined such a family line, her future is destined to be happy.

A genuine smile appeared on Tokiomi Tohsaka's face.

On the platform, Rovey had reached the very center. Even without a portable microphone or amplifier, his voice still echoed far and wide when he spoke. His long, magnetic voice was like a gentle breeze caressing everyone's ears.

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Rovey Crowley, and I am the organizer of this banquet. So, on behalf of the Crowley Family and the El-Melloi Faction, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to everyone and thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in the banquet I have prepared."

Rovey began with a very brief self-introduction.

Upon hearing the abbreviation "El-Melloi Faction, "Kenneth's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile, his expression one of utter smugness.

"There are many theories about the purpose of this banquet. For example, it could be to celebrate my miraculous survival on the Rail Zeppelin and my successful discharge from the hospital, or it could be to make a name for myself in my upcoming advancement exam. But I know that if it were only for that, all of you renowned Magus would not come to perform with a junior like me. So I'm going to reveal the real mystery that you all have been waiting to see."

There were no complicated opening remarks or any showy performances.

With just a few words, many Magus below were impressed by Rovey's humble yet dignified demeanor.

Similarly, they don't come here to watch meaningless performances and follow rules; they like this direct approach.

Kenneth also thought Rovey's performance was very good.

Such an opening not only showcased the demeanor of the nobility, but also took pragmatism to the extreme.

However, everyone's attention is clearly not on his opening remarks, but on his final question, "What is the real answer?"

Is it to clarify the rumors and prepare to deny them to the death? Or is it to prepare for...?

After careful consideration, everyone felt that it was probably the latter. After all, the Crowley Family was too small. Even with the El-Melloi Faction, such a six-generation family couldn't handle this pie.

If one is truly determined to force oneself to consume all the resources, it will undoubtedly lead to overexertion and incur the hostility of other factions. It's worth noting that the last discipline to generate hostility due to consuming too many resources was the Department of Botany.

Having learned from the other party's example, Kenneth, with any sense, would know what to do. He could employ the Clock Tower's political tactics, divide the spoils, and then use the opportunity to cultivate a group of allies and expand his network—it wouldn't be too much of a loss.

The audience's gazes darted around, and they thought to themselves.

They clearly didn't take Rovey, the Festival Rank Magus, or the so-called Crowley Family seriously, but instead regarded his every move as the instigation and means of his teacher Kenneth, the Mineralogy Department School, and the Aristocratic Faction.

However... this banquet will far exceed their expectations.

"Since this is a rare and grand event, if I were to simply give a verbal account, my eloquent speech would surely lack flavor and enjoyment, wouldn't it?"

"Um?"

The crowd below the stage had various expressions, clearly not understanding what Rovey was trying to say.

"So instead of giving a dry explanation, I'm going to let you all see for yourselves what the truth hidden behind this is. Please don't blink."

There was no answer. Rovey continued talking to himself. Then he snapped his fingers lightly, and then—accompanied by a flash of golden light and a flick of his right hand, something was gently taken out from an unseen special space.

Bathed in golden light was a cylindrical, transparent container, but because the golden light was so dazzling, only the Lord sitting in the front row could see what was inside.

"Wow, he really dares to do something like this!"

Upon seeing this, Aozaki Touko laughed, and at the same time began to marvel at Rovey's audacity.

The other Lord, including Baluereita, Animusphere, and Lord from other families, all stared wide-eyed at that moment.

Because they saw what was inside.

It was a transparent container that could be easily held in an adult's palm, filled with amber-colored nutrient solution.

But what truly caught their attention was not the container itself, but what existed within it—a pair of eyes that shimmered with an unusual color.

Without a doubt, those were demonic Mystic Eyes.

Furthermore, both its magical aura and its exquisite, gem-like color prove that its class is definitely not low.

Is it gold?

Or... a gemstone?

The Lord in the front row began to speculate in their minds.

But the next moment, Rovey on stage gave the exact answer.

"As you can see, this container in my hand contains a pair of Mystic Eyes, called the 'Mystic Eyes of Phantasmal Dreams.' Their abilities target illusion and dream weaving—undoubtedly extremely powerful miracle Magecraft. Therefore, I will reveal the answer directly here..."

"Its rank is 'Gem,' a pair of genuine Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes."

These words caused an instant uproar in the audience.

Upon hearing that the Eye of the Gem Mystic Eyes, more than half of the guests turned their attention away from Rovey and stared intently at the "Mystic Eyes of Phantasmal Dreams" in his hand, trying to sense the unique color and magic power emanating from the Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes of the Gem.

"Is this the legendary Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes? This, this... it's truly breathtaking..."

Not only them, but the Lord sitting in the front row also looked surprised, though they had expected this outcome.

After all, the color emanating from the Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes was too intense. At first glance, they vaguely guessed the answer, but they didn't expect that Rovey would actually dare to do it.

To take out Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes in front of so many families is simply too crazy.

"Kenneth... did you arrange this too?"

Upon seeing this, Yulifis, whose face was already gloomy, questioned Kenneth in a low voice.

He never expected Kenneth to be so audacious as to allow Rovey to do such a thing.

"I don't know."

Kenneth, at this moment, also looked completely innocent.

He really didn't arrange anything... he let Rovey do whatever he wanted the whole time.

Barthomeloi remained silent, instead watching Rovey intently, anticipating his next move.

"..."

Silence, absolute silence filled the vast banquet hall.

When the Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes appeared, all the Magus held their breath, their eyes fixed on the legendary treasure, their initial shock instantly turning into pure fanaticism.

After all, in the Magus's circle, having Mystic Eyes is proof of being a first-class Magus, and this saying has always been passed down.

Even with some exaggeration, the Mystic Eyes is arguably a second organ for Magus, as vital as the heart.

"Noble color" - a color of high status.

Excluding low-level Mystic Eyes and artificial Mystic Eyes, these high-level Mystic Eyes are given this title. Such Mystic Eyes generally possess powerful abilities, such as binding, coercion, contracts, and burning. These Mystic Eyes are called "noble color," meaning special cases.

However, just as consumers are divided into primary consumers and secondary consumers, even "noble color" in the Mystic Eyes is divided into different levels.

Firstly, within the "Noble Color" tier, "Noble Color" itself is considered a level, as anything stronger than a regular "Noble Color" Mystic Eyes falls into this category. However, above that lies the "Gold" tier of Mystic Eyes. These cannot be described by mere special abilities; they conceal a unique and powerful Magecraft, and their value is astronomical, commanding exorbitant prices among Magus. If you can obtain and use a Gold tier Mystic Eyes, you are undoubtedly a top-tier Magus.

When it reaches the level of "Gem" or "Rainbow," the great Magecraft hidden in the Mystic Eyes transcends the realm of Magecraft and reaches a level of miracle that Magecraft can hardly reproduce, that is, a divine miracle.

Many Magus never even see Gold-Grade Mystic Eyes in their entire lives, let alone a Gem-level one.

After all, even if this level covers the entire world, it cannot guarantee that a pair will naturally be born within a hundred years; it has long been defined as a miracle.

It's so rare that one wonders if it even exists in this era.

Even if such a thing existed, it would certainly be held by the family of a certain Lord and used as a trump card.

Instead of announcing and displaying it directly to the entire mystical world like Rovey did, loudly proclaiming, "I possess a gem-grade Mystic Eyes."

That's just too flashy.

It's like telling the Department of Law, "Hurry up and Sealing Designation me up."

Oh, this guy seems to be from the Department of Law.

That's alright then.

Even so, what's happening before our eyes is still incredibly shocking. It's unprecedented in the Magecraft World cultivation, and unlikely to be repeated.

Then, Barthomeloi looked at Kenneth, signaling him to give him an explanation.

Kenneth was speechless at this point, and could only curse Rovey, that troublemaking traitor, hundreds of times in his heart.

"Mom, those Mystic Eyes are so beautiful, can you buy them for me?"

Below, a blonde girl with similar features to Reines was completely captivated by the light emanating from the Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes. She gently tugged at her mother, who was also stunned by the Mystic Eyes, and whispered, "I want a different kind of eye too."

"I'm sorry, Luvia, this is not available for purchase."

Even her most doting mother showed a troubled smile when she heard this request.

Not only does my daughter want it, she wants those Mystic Eyes too.

After all, that's Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes. If we can obtain it and pass it down, it can serve as a family foundation that's even more important than the Origin Imprint.

Although they, who rushed from Finland, were no less wealthy than any magical family in the Clock Tower, Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes was definitely not something that could be measured in money.

Putting aside whether Rovey would sell them or not, even if he did, they would absolutely not be qualified to compete with the other Lord.

This isn't about money at all; it involves the realm of miracles.

"What... exactly do you want to do?"

At this moment, Lord Animusphere, the head of the Department of Astromancy, frowned.

Although both were Aristocratic Faction, he frequently traveled back and forth to Antarctica for some special reasons.

This time, it was Barthomeloi, El-Melloi, Yulifis who wrote to him, asking him to come back because the Aristocratic Faction was making a big move and he should come on behalf of Animusphere. That's when he finally came down the mountain and returned to London.

As soon as he returned from the mountain, he was completely shocked by Rovey's public display of the Jewel-Grade Mystic Eyes.

He looked at the three men, who also seemed puzzled, with a puzzled expression and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"..."

In response, all three fell silent simultaneously, unsure of how to answer.