The auction got off to a roaring start. The master potionmakers bid like mad, and plenty of other deep-pocketed buyers followed suit.
The price quickly shot from six thousand to sixty thousand, then soared past one hundred thousand and continued climbing.
Why the potion was worth so much did not matter. With so many mages and master potionmakers bidding, following the crowd could not hurt.
Robert was also among the bidding master potionmakers, but once the price broke two hundred thousand, he could no longer bring himself to raise it.
The Alpha Kingdom was not wealthy, and even he, a hidden Holy Domain expert, had to spend carefully. Fundamentally, the value of buying these potions lay more in researching them than in the potions themselves.
They were, after all, unfamiliar potions with unknown effects. Aside from a few stubborn fools, hardly anyone dared drink them directly.
Inside the private room, Hudson was very satisfied as he watched the price soar. Suckers were hard to find, and it was rare to get a chance to fleece a group like this.
Most importantly, these people had come willingly to be fleeced. Even if they paid astronomical prices and failed to produce any research results, they would only think their own skills were lacking.
"Hudson, it just occurred to me that we're actually quite poor!"
Melissa's words nearly made Hudson spray out his tea. No matter how he looked at it, the word "poor" had nothing to do with him!
As the seller lurking behind the scenes, he certainly could not join in the auction frenzy. Driving up the price was fine, but if he accidentally ended up buying his own goods, would that not be a disastrous loss?
"Melissa, that's going too far. We're not poor; we just spend rationally and only