There Really Were Idiots in This Era

Of course, envious as he was, Thor ultimately restrained himself. Silver Armor was not the same as Black Iron Armor. An Apprentice Knight wearing Silver Armor could even rival an ordinary Formal Knight. Unless absolutely necessary, he had no intention of selling it. He had only brought one along this time in case of need, not because he definitely intended to sell it.

At the moment, he was not short on gold coins, nor was there any need for it.

As Thor looked on enviously.

The entire auction rapidly grew more heated.

Especially after the Silver Armor, when the Life Potions appeared, the heavy breathing of everyone in the auction hall could be heard.

"Now, please welcome our thirteenth lot: ten bottles of Low-Grade Life Potion. The starting bid is one thousand gold coins, with each increment no less than ten gold coins."

The woman's voice rang out.

The next moment, the entire auction hall erupted.

"Fifteen hundred gold coins!"

"Sixteen hundred!"

"Two thousand gold coins!"

"Twenty-two hundred gold coins!"

In an instant, the price rose directly from one thousand gold coins to two thousand, with no sign of stopping.

Hearing the successive bids, even Thor could not help clicking his tongue.

The nobles and Pioneer Knights of the Northern Province were truly rich.

Low-Grade Life Potions were expensive in Frost Moon Province as well, but a bottle would most likely cost around two hundred gold coins. Yet here, the price had instantly exceeded that amount.

Of course, Thor had no intention of getting involved.

Low-Grade Life Potions were indeed important.

But they truly held little appeal for him.

Unless they were High-Grade Life Potions.

As the bids continued, they gradually died down once the price reached three thousand gold coins.

It was ultimately sold for three thousand one hundred and ten gold coins.

The fourteenth lot was once again ten bottles of Low-Grade Life Potion, sold for two thousand seven hundred and thirty-two gold coins.

The fifteenth lot was likewise ten bottles of Low-Grade Life Potion. This time, it sold for the highest price yet, reaching three thousand five hundred and ten gold coins.

After the fifteenth lot came exactly what Thor wanted: the Stone of Thunder.

"Now, please welcome our sixteenth lot: a miraculous stone from the Aegean Sea Thunder Prison. It contains abundant Thunder Power and is one of the main materials for crafting Magic Crystal Cannons and magical devices. The starting price is one thousand gold coins, with each increment no less than ten gold coins."

As the woman spoke, several sturdy knights dragged a massive stone, half the height of a man, into view.

Arcs of electricity flickered across the pitch-black stone.

Even the air around it seemed to grow several degrees hotter.

"Stone of Thunder!"

"It really is a Stone of Thunder."

"My heavens, this thing actually appeared in the Northern Province."

"What a shame. I don't have an alchemist, otherwise I'd definitely take it."

"Yeah, neither do I!"

Cries of surprise mixed with sighs.

The Stone of Thunder had many uses, but the problem was that most people could not make use of it.

One had to have an alchemist.

Where would Pioneer Lords find an alchemist?

As they discussed it, Ryan's voice rang out once more from the room.

"Twelve hundred gold coins!"

The moment he spoke, the surroundings fell silent.

"Twelve hundred gold coins. Does anyone have a higher bid?"

"This is a miraculous stone from the Aegean Sea Thunder Prison. It contains abundant Thunder Power and is also one of the main materials for crafting Magic Crystal Cannons."

The woman spoke again, but still no one responded.

Just as she disappointedly prepared to strike the gavel.

Another voice rang out.

"Two thousand gold coins!"

The words had barely fallen.

Thor immediately looked toward a distant room.

A young man there was looking over with a faintly mocking smile, even raising his glass of red wine in greeting.

"Twenty-five hundred gold coins!"

Thor did not let Ryan speak again. Instead, he calmly quoted another price.

"Three thousand gold coins!"

"Sir from Dressrosa, if you wish, I can keep raising the price."

A gentle voice sounded, carrying an infuriatingly smug tone.

"Five thousand gold coins!"

"My Dreyrosa Family is not like certain paupers. So what if it costs ten thousand gold coins?"

Thor spoke calmly.

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

No one spoke again.

The breathing of those on the first floor grew heavy.

Quite a few people on the second floor began watching the show.

Even the titled nobles looked toward the two rooms with amused smiles.

"Who are you calling a pauper?!"

"Eight thousand gold coins!"

The young man in the distance blurted out angrily.

But halfway through speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

The woman on the platform, however, could not help smiling and immediately called out.

"Eight thousand gold coins, first call!"

"Eight thousand gold coins, second call!"

"Eight thousand gold coins, third call!"

"Sold! Congratulations to the distinguished guest in Room Five for obtaining this lot."

"Now, please welcome the seventeenth lot!"

As the voice below continued, Thor was no longer paying much attention. His brows furrowed slightly.

Even he had not expected such a development.

He had recognized the other party's identity at a glance from the decorations on his badge. They were also a count's family from Frost Moon Province, and unlike the Assad Family, they were from the Emerson Family, the Dreyrosa Family's sworn enemies.

So, the moment the other party spoke, Thor knew that if he wanted to secure the item, even if he could, he would have to pay a terrible price. That was undoubtedly not what he wanted, so he decisively chose to give up.

"Kid, it seems someone snatched your item away."

Neil Morton looked at Thor with a teasing smile.

"Some things aren't so easy to take."

Thor chuckled and looked at Ryan.

"Ryan, later, help me find out which territory this idiot from the Emerson Family belongs to."

"Oh, and I also want to know exactly how many men he has."

His voice was gentle, but a glint of coldness spread through his eyes.

Daring to snatch his things—he truly had a death wish.

Meanwhile.

On the other side.

The young man's expression was somewhat ugly.

He had merely wanted to drive up the price. He had not expected it to land directly in his hands, and for eight thousand gold coins at that.

He did not have eight thousand gold coins now.

For this Pioneer Knight expedition, his father, Count Emerson, had only given him eight thousand gold coins. Over this period, he had already spent nearly two thousand gold coins purchasing supplies and slaves, leaving him with less than six thousand gold coins.

Knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock, the young man immediately grew nervous.

"Knight Corun!"

The attendant spoke with a smile.

"Um, I, I..."

The young man instinctively began to speak, but halfway through, he did not know what to say.