The venue fell silent.
The auction officially began.
The first auction item to appear was a pitch-black stick.
Its tip curved upward, Black Qi curling around it.
In terms of appearance alone, it was not much better than Bai Zhou's Fire Poker, though it carried a few extra traces of restless ill omen.
"Its name is [Quibble]!"
Maintaining the same unchanging expression, the Doll Penguin cheerfully explained in its ducklike voice:
"A high-level enchanted weapon, the masterpiece of a certain Magic Pattern Master from a hundred years ago."
"The starting bid is 500 Dust."
"—Each raise must be no less than 100 Dust."
"..."
Hearing this, Bai Zhou silently drew in a cold breath, secretly admiring that Pattern Master's talent for naming things.
This was the true role model for Pattern Masters like himself.
Years later, the man might be dead, but the name he had slapped onto his work in a flash of inspiration would live on.
No matter how ridiculous or perfunctory that name was, even if it were called "Have You Eaten?"—later generations would still have to remember it obediently.
Just thinking of the strange yet resigned looks on their faces when they heard the name...
Even the corpses seemed somehow fresher.
The Cloaked Figures began bidding. Each was calmer and more elegant than the last, and in the blink of an eye, they had driven the price of [Quibble] steadily upward.
Perhaps this was what big shots were like.
No matter how much blood they shed or money they lost, they had to maintain that inscrutable air of "Money is Nothing, I'm just playing with you," ensuring that no one could ever fathom their depths.
Next.
As auction item after auction item was brought out, the big shots continuously raised their paddles and called out bids.