Revisiting the Auction House

Master Bentham and Master Thorin had matters to discuss, so they arranged to meet Abel at the guild in two hours to return to the castle with Master Bentham. Abel, meanwhile, took a carriage towards the Edmund Auction House.

"I'm looking for Ms. Yvette," Abel said to the male attendant who greeted him upon entering the Edmund Auction House, as he didn't see Yvette.

Because Abel had been brought to Harvest City directly from the blacksmith shop by Master Bentham, he was still wearing his work clothes made of grey cotton. Furthermore, some sparks from the assessment process had left scorch marks on his cotton clothes. Combined with his young age, he looked like an ordinary commoner.

The male attendant didn't discriminate against him. He saw that Abel had alighted from a carriage, and regardless of his status, anyone who could arrive at the auction house by carriage was not someone a mere attendant could afford to offend. Therefore, the attendant politely asked Abel to sit on a chair in the reception hall, offered him a cup of coffee, and went upstairs to help find Yvette.

"Who are you? How can even a commoner sit in our Edmund Auction House and drink coffee?" a sharp voice cut through the air. Abel looked around, hesitated, and then realized the speaker was talking to him. He had grown accustomed to his identity in this world, and since arriving, no one had ever berated him like this. He couldn't help but frown as he looked at the speaker. It was a thin, dry man in his thirties, wearing a black tuxedo that seemed to cling to him. His entire body was bent like a large shrimp.

"Are you talking to me?" Abel asked, clearly displeased, his tone carrying an innate nobility.

"You're putting on quite an act," the thin man said. He then noticed the Blacksmith Master Medal on Abel's chest. Seeing that it was a style of blacksmith medal he had never seen before, he sneered, "Even if you're wearing a blacksmith medal, you should find a more convincing one. Are you here to swindle people with a fake? Guards, throw him out!"

"Sir, please leave," two guards approached and said to Abel.

"If the Edmund Auction House doesn't give me an explanation today, I will petition the Noble Arbitration Court for my rights." Abel pulled a white Unicorn Crest from his clothing and held it in his hand, displaying it to the men.

Upon seeing the crest in Abel's hand, the two guards hastily retreated with panicked expressions, and the thin man's face turned pale.

No one dared to counterfeit a crest in this world, as it was a capital offense. Crests represented noble status, and only nobles and their heirs had the right to use their family's crest.

The Noble Arbitration Court protected the rights of nobles. When a noble's dignity was violated, the Noble Arbitration Court would step in to uphold their rightful power. While this statement sounded civilized, the actions of the Noble Arbitration Court were brutal. Every time the Noble Arbitration Court acted, someone would be burned to death for offending a noble's dignity.

"What's going on?" Yvette asked as she descended the stairs with light steps, seeing the scene before her. The two guards flinched back slightly when they saw her.

Yvette surveyed the scene and noticed Abel's attire. She understood the general situation and said apologetically, "Greetings, I apologize on behalf of the Edmund Auction House."

At that moment, Yvette's gaze swept over the medal on Abel's chest, and her eyes froze. She asked in disbelief, "You are Master Abel? The 36th Master Blacksmith on the continent who just passed the assessment?"

"Ms. Yvette, I am Abel. I didn't expect the Edmund Auction House's news to be so well-informed," Abel said with a hint of amazement at the speed of information dissemination, which was almost comparable to the speed of information spread on Earth in his previous life.

"Master Abel, we just received news from headquarters that you passed your assessment at the Harvest City Blacksmith Guild. Headquarters specifically requested that our branch pay attention to you," Yvette said, glancing at the tall, thin man. "We will provide an explanation for the unjust treatment you received."

The tall, thin man who heard this had completely collapsed onto the ground. Yvette's words had sealed his fate, though besides himself, no one cared about that.

Abel's intention in coming to the Edmund Auction House wearing the Blacksmith Master Medal was deliberate. He wanted to submit his seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and one deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword with a proper identity to the Edmund Auction House, allowing them to promote the weapons more effectively and achieve their highest value.

"Ms. Yvette, I have brought some weapons I forged myself and would like to entrust them to your establishment for auction."

Hearing Abel's words, Yvette's eyes lit up. This was an excellent opportunity. The works of a new Master Blacksmith being auctioned at the Edmund Auction House, and she would be the one handling it. Such an achievement would be very beneficial for her future promotion.

"Thank you for your trust in the Edmund Auction House. We will hold the highest-standard auction for your works," Yvette said happily, a smile on her face.

"I have only one condition: these weapons are not to be auctioned in Harvest City," Abel stated.

Yvette was initially puzzled but quickly understood. There was a new Harry Weapon Shop in town, and Abel's full name was Abel Harry, meaning the weapon shop belonged to Abel's family.

"Master Abel, no problem." Yvette didn't care where the auction was held; as long as she handled it, she would receive the credit she deserved.

Several auction house guards carried several weapons from Abel's carriage at the entrance. Abel pointed to the seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and said, "These are my practice pieces, just ordinary Hundred Refinements weapons." He then pointed to the deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword and said, "This weapon was made using dwarf technology. It's a fire magic greatsword that has been decorated, so I call it a deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword."

"Is this a magic weapon?" Yvette certainly knew about magic weapons, but they were extremely rare, high-end weapons that even the headquarters of the Edmund Auction House rarely saw.

Yvette curiously drew the greatsword from its sheath. The greatsword was a bit too heavy for a lady like Yvette. Holding it with both hands, she intended to place it on the counter for a closer look. Her action startled Abel, who quickly exclaimed, "Careful!"

Yvette's hand slipped, and the Fire Magic Greatsword fell to the ground. The moment the blade touched the ground, a red light flashed from it. With a "clang," the greatsword landed on the floor. The spot where it had touched the ground was now scorched black, and wisps of burnt air filled the room.

Abel stepped forward, picked up the Fire Magic Greatsword from the ground, and sheathed it. Yvette was also stunned by what had just happened. If she had placed it directly on the counter, it would have burned a large hole right through it! Thinking of this, Yvette couldn't help but pat her chest. If she had burned the auction house's counter, she would likely have been reprimanded. A wave of fear washed over her. The power of this magic greatsword was truly terrifying. If it had struck a person, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Master Abel, I will charge a commission of two percent of the total price for your weapons." To thank Abel for his warning, Yvette directly reduced the commission to the lowest possible rate. A two percent commission was the most she could offer.

"Ms. Yvette, thank you." Abel had inquired about the auction details at the Edmund Auction House when he arrived and understood Yvette's kindness.

Yvette completed the procedures for Abel, and the seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and the deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword were left at the Edmund Auction House.

Following that, Abel went to the Harry Weapon Shop and handed over two Hundred Refinements Greatswords to the manager for processing. He didn't interfere; the weapon shop manager was the expert in business.

Seeing that it was almost time, he called the coachman to pick up Master Bentham from the Blacksmith Guild and return to the castle.