There was no hope left. One million seventy thousand Gold Coins—that was all the money he had. Even if he needed just one thousand more, he could not come up with it.
Watching the Vortex Crystal right before his eyes slip past him, the Black Robed Man nearly wanted to seize it by force.
But in the end, he ruthlessly extinguished that devilish, tempting thought.
He knew very well that making a move here would bring no result other than getting himself killed.
The Gloria Auction House was guarded by Ninth Rank Professionals year-round, supplemented by the auction house's massive Elemental Pool and high-level binding Magic Array. Let alone him, even a true Ninth Rank Professional would likely gain nothing from coming here.
The black-robed Masked Man cast a gloomy glance toward the top-floor private room, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he continued silently waiting for the auction to proceed.
Having failed to obtain that crystal, this auction had already lost all meaning to him.
Yet leaving now would draw too much attention. He had no shortage of time, so he might as well wait until the auction was over and leave with the other guests.
He had never considered intercepting and killing them for the treasure. With private Teleportation Arrays in existence, it was simply impossible to ambush a distinguished guest of the Gloria Auction House.
No matter what, he absolutely could not lose that crystal egg.
He had already made up his mind. Once he returned, he would immediately arrange for someone to investigate the identities of those in the top-floor private room today and find a way to reclaim that crystal egg.
By any means necessary—
At that moment, in the top-floor private room, as the auction finally came to an end, the Vortex