Loren City Auction

In familiar surroundings, Thor and the others quickly settled in. As the evening glow gradually spread, the day slowly drew to a close.

"The Daily Intelligence System has been updated!"

Text flickered, and new pieces of intelligence appeared once more.

However, none of them brought him any further surprises.

That was only natural. After all, it was just an auction. Loren City held one every year. The appearance of a boy with Affinity with All Things and the Stone of Thunder this time was already surprising enough. As for anything else, there was probably nothing particularly valuable.

The night gradually passed.

A new day arrived.

As dawn spilled across the city, the Habs Merchant Guild was already packed to the brim.

Large numbers of Pioneer Knights and nobles had gathered here.

Every face was filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Have you heard?"

"What is it?"

"Heh, you don't know, do you? The Habs Merchant Guild released news a few days ago. This auction will have three Intermediate Life Potions and thirty Low-Grade Life Potions."

"Really?"

"Of course it's real. Why would the Habs Merchant Guild deceive anyone?"

"My God, three bottles?"

"Yeah. This is going to be interesting. Those Noble Lords are probably going to go mad."

Amid the overlapping chatter, Thor stood within the crowd alongside Ryan and Neil Morton.

Listening to the discussions, Thor was not particularly surprised.

Life Potions were immensely valuable everywhere.

Intermediate Life Potions alone were enough to make countless people fight over them.

That was true even in Frost Moon Province, let alone the Northern Province.

What did make him curious was that no one had mentioned the Stone of Thunder.

Still, curiosity was curiosity. Thor led Ryan and Neil Morton after the attendant into the auction hall.

Under the attendant's guidance, he went straight to the second floor.

There were private rooms here, available only to families like the Dreyrosa Family, Counts and above, or territorial nobles.

As for other Pioneer Lords, they could only remain on the first floor.

"Knight Thor, this is the catalog for this auction. Please take a look and see whether anything catches your interest."

"If you need anything, feel free to call for me. I'll be right outside."

The attendant spoke respectfully. After handing Thor a catalog, he slowly withdrew.

Thor returned the smile, then turned his attention to the catalog.

The catalog opened to reveal twenty-one auction items.

Thor scanned through them one by one, quickly stopping at the fourth and sixteenth items.

The fourth was an auction for a group of slaves, and the only sale involving male slaves: five hundred sturdy serfs said to possess excellent farming skills, with a starting price of two hundred gold coins.

The sixteenth item was the Stone of Thunder, with a starting price of one thousand gold coins.

Seeing those prices, Thor could not help but let out a breath of relief.

He still had roughly five thousand gold coins left. In theory, there should not be much of a problem.

As he relaxed, the auction soon began.

A blond young woman quickly stepped onto the stage.

"Honored gentlemen and ladies, the Habs Merchant Guild auction has officially begun. Let us present our first item: ten beautiful female slaves, with a starting price of three gold coins. Each bid must increase by no less than one silver coin."

Her pleasant voice rang out, and ten rather attractive female slaves were led onto the stage.

Voices quickly rose from the surroundings.

"Three gold coins!"

"Four!"

"Five gold coins!"

The auction began swiftly.

Thor did not participate. He had little interest in it.

The first item was ultimately sold for five gold coins and twenty silver coins.

The second item followed, another group of female slaves. They were clearly more beautiful and more numerous, but Thor still had little interest.

It was not until the fourth item appeared that his expression turned serious.

"Sturdy serfs from the Southern Moon Province. They possess excellent farming skills. The starting price is two hundred gold coins, and each bid must increase by no less than one gold coin."

The woman's voice rang out.

The entire venue fell silent in the next moment.

Five hundred serfs with a starting price of two hundred gold coins were undoubtedly extremely expensive.

However, excellent farming skills were something every lord needed.

"I bid two hundred gold coins!"

After a moment of silence, someone quickly spoke.

"Two hundred and twenty gold coins."

"Two hundred and thirty!"

"Two hundred and forty!"

"I bid two hundred and fifty!"

"Two hundred and fifty-one!"

"Two hundred and fifty-two!"

Bids continued to ring out, but the increases grew smaller and smaller.

Two hundred gold coins was no small sum. Even with excellent farming skills, earning back those two hundred gold coins would not be possible in just a year or two.

As the voices gradually died down, Ryan's voice came from Thor's private room.

"Three hundred gold coins!"

The moment he spoke, the entire auction hall fell silent.

Many shook their heads and sighed, while quite a few looked toward the source of the voice, their eyes flickering.

"Is there anyone willing to bid higher?"

"These are exceptionally sturdy slaves with excellent farming skills. They are the foundation of any territory."

The woman spoke, but no one answered.

Three hundred gold coins was already the limit.

The woman did not continue asking. Instead, she struck the wooden block and began the count.

"Three hundred gold coins, once!"

"Three hundred gold coins, twice!"

"Three hundred gold coins, three times!"

"Congratulations to our guest for winning this item!"

"Now, let us present our fifth item!"

Her voice rang out once again.

The auction continued.

At that moment, the attendant knocked on the door.

Thor waved a hand.

Ryan quickly stepped forward and handed the remaining gold coins to the attendant.

The attendant respectfully withdrew.

The following auction continued as well.

Items were sold one after another.

There were all kinds of supplies and equipment among them.

Thor even saw Black Iron Armor and Silver Armor being sold.

They were the seventh and eleventh items.

One was twenty sets of average-quality Black Iron Armor, while the other was three sets of equally average-quality Silver Armor. Yet the two lots sold for ten gold coins and one thousand gold coins respectively.

That was right. Those three sets of average-quality Silver Armor had actually sold for one thousand gold coins. Even Thor could not help feeling envious.

This was practically robbery.

And if armor like that was worth more than three hundred gold coins per set, then his own armor would be too cheap if he sold it for anything less than four hundred gold coins.

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