Master Bentham and Master Thorin had matters to discuss, so they arranged for Abel to return to the guild in two hours to pick up Master Bentham and take him back to the castle. Abel, meanwhile, rode in a carriage to the Edmund Auction House.
"I'm looking for Lady Yvette." After entering the Edmund Auction House and failing to see Yvette, Abel said this to the male attendant who came to receive him.
Because Master Bentham had brought Abel to Harvest City directly from the Blacksmith Shop, he was still wearing work clothes made of gray cotton. The clothes had been singed in places by sparks during the evaluation. Combined with his young age, this made him look like an ordinary commoner.
The male attendant did not look down on him. He had seen Abel arrive in a carriage, and regardless of his status, anyone who could come to the auction house in a carriage was someone an attendant like him could not afford to offend. Thus, he courteously arranged for Abel to sit in a chair in the reception hall and brought him a cup of coffee before going upstairs to help find Yvette.
"Who are you? How can even a commoner sit here drinking coffee at the Edmund Auction House?" A sharp voice rang out. Abel looked around, hesitated for a moment, and only then realized that the speaker was addressing him. He had already grown accustomed to the hierarchy of this world, and no one had ever spoken to him so harshly since he had arrived. Frowning, he looked toward the speaker. It was a thin, gaunt man in his thirties. His black formal clothes clung to his body, and his entire figure was hunched like a shrimp.
"Are you talking about me?" Abel asked, deeply displeased. There was an instinctive nobility in his tone.
"Quite the act." The gaunt man then noticed the Blacksmith Master Medal on Abel's chest. Seeing a style of blacksmith medal he had never encountered before, he sneered. "If you're going to wear a blacksmith medal, at least find one that looks real. You came here wearing a fake to swindle people? Someone, throw him out."
"Sir, please leave." Two guards walked over and spoke to Abel.
"If the Edmund Auction House doesn't give me an explanation today, I'll apply to the Noble Arbitration Court to exercise my rights." Abel took a white Unicorn Crest from inside his clothes and held it up for them to see.
The two guards panicked and hurriedly backed away at the sight of the crest in Abel's hand. The gaunt man's face also turned deathly pale.
No one in this world dared to counterfeit a crest. Counterfeiting one was a capital crime. 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. Whenever a noble's dignity was violated, the Noble Arbitration Court would step in to uphold their legitimate rights. It sounded very civilized, but the court's methods were brutal. Every time the Noble Arbitration Court intervened, someone who had offended a noble's dignity would be burned to death.
"What happened here?" Yvette came downstairs with brisk steps and immediately saw the scene before her. When the two guards saw her, they instinctively shrank back.
Yvette glanced around and saw the clothes Abel was wearing, immediately understanding roughly what had happened. With an apologetic expression, she said, "Hello. On behalf of the Edmund Auction House, I apologize to you."
At that moment, Yvette's gaze swept over the medal on Abel's chest, and her eyes froze. Somewhat incredulously, she asked, "Are you Master Abel? The thirty-sixth master blacksmith on the continent, who just passed the master blacksmith evaluation?"
"Lady Yvette, I'm Abel. I didn't expect the Edmund Auction House to receive news so quickly." Abel sighed inwardly at how fast information traveled. It was almost as fast as information had spread on Earth in his previous life.
"Master Abel, the headquarters just sent word that you passed the evaluation at the Harvest City Blacksmith Guild. Headquarters specifically instructed our branch to pay attention to you." Yvette glanced at the tall, gaunt man and continued, "Our auction house will give you an explanation for the unfair treatment you received."
The tall, gaunt man had completely collapsed to the floor. Yvette's words had already determined his fate. However, apart from him, no one would care about that.
Abel had deliberately worn his master blacksmith medal to the Edmund Auction House this time. He wanted to consign his seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and one deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword under a recognized identity, making it easier for the auction house to promote them and ensuring that the weapons reached their highest value.
"Lady Yvette, I brought some weapons I forged myself and would like to entrust them to your auction house for auction."
Yvette's eyes lit up when she heard Abel's words. This was a wonderful opportunity. The work of a new master blacksmith would be auctioned at the Edmund Auction House, and she would be handling it herself. Such an achievement would greatly help her future promotion.
"Thank you for placing your trust in the Edmund Auction House. We'll hold an auction of the highest standard for your works," Yvette said happily, her face filled with delight.
"I have only one condition: these weapons must not be auctioned in Harvest City," Abel said.
Yvette was initially puzzled, but she quickly understood. There was now a Harry Weapon Shop in the city, and Abel's full name was Abel Harry. That meant the weapon shop belonged to the Abel Family.
"Master Abel, that won't be a problem." Yvette did not care where the auction was held. As long as she handled the matter, she would receive every bit of the credit she deserved.
Several auction house guards carried a few weapons in from Abel's carriage at the entrance. Abel pointed at the seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and said, "These were practice pieces I made. They're all ordinary Hundred Refinements weapons." Then he pointed at the deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword and continued, "This weapon is a Fire Magic Greatsword made using dwarf techniques. After adding some decorations, I call it a deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword."
"This is a magic weapon?" Yvette naturally knew about magic weapons, but they were extremely rare, high-end weapons. Even the headquarters of the Edmund Auction House seldom saw one.
Curious, Yvette drew the greatsword from its sheath. The weapon was somewhat too heavy for a lady like Yvette. Holding it with both hands, she tried to place it on the counter to examine it carefully. Her action startled Abel, and he hurriedly shouted, "Careful!"
Yvette's hand slipped, and the Fire Magic Greatsword fell to the floor. The instant the blade touched the ground, a red glow flashed across it. With a clang, the greatsword struck the floor. The place where it had made contact was already charred black, and the air was filled with wisps of burning heat.
Abel stepped forward, picked up the Fire Magic Greatsword, and returned it to its sheath. Yvette was still stunned by what had just happened. If she had placed it directly on the counter, wouldn't it have burned a huge hole through it? At the thought, Yvette could not help patting her chest. If she had burned the auction house's counter, she would surely have been blamed. A wave of lingering fear washed over her. The power of this Magic Greatsword was truly frightening. If it struck someone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Master Abel, I'll charge a commission of two percent of the total price for these weapons." To thank Abel for warning her, Yvette directly lowered the commission to the minimum. A two-percent commission was the greatest authority she possessed.
"Lady Yvette, thank you." Abel had already asked about the Edmund Auction House's procedures before coming and knew that Yvette was doing him a favor.
Yvette completed the procedures for Abel, and the seven Hundred Refinements Greatswords and the deluxe Fire Magic Hundred Refinements Greatsword remained at the Edmund Auction House.
Afterward, Abel went to the Harry Weapon Shop and handed two Hundred Refinements Greatswords to the manager to deal with. He did not interfere. The manager of the weapon shop was the true expert in commerce.
When it was nearly time, he called for the coachman and went to the Blacksmith Guild to pick up Master Bentham and take him back to the castle.
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