"Turner?"
Aaron had never heard of that name. It was probably a spiritual unit custom-defined by Sunken Ship Haven.
The surroundings were silent. No one competed with that pirate.
The black-robed man immediately brought down the auction hammer, and an ancient, far-reaching chime arose.
"This seems... to have formed some kind of contract?"
A gleam condensed in Aaron's eyes. He saw the pirate's face turn pale, as though something had been extracted from him.
At the same time, the maid placed the tray before him.
"This dream is... quite powerful. So long as the contract is formed, it can forcefully extract payment."
He muttered to himself inwardly.
At this moment, among the Military Intelligence Bureau agents who had been sitting silently, a pale-faced middle-aged man swept his gaze around and spoke. "Everyone... Sunken Ship Haven regularly dredges up the terrifying things buried in the deep sea, bringing disasters to many coastal cities... Invis paid an enormous price to sign a contract with it. Whenever a disaster is about to be born, an auction will be held... So long as we acquire all the terrifying objects being auctioned, the disaster can be quelled... Therefore... please do not drive up the prices. This is for the kingdom!"
His final sentence carried both hope and warning.
The auction participants remained silent. There was neither agreement nor objection.
At this moment, the second auction item was revealed: a slender rapier, surprisingly a decent mystical item.
"Dark Rapier, starting bid: 20 Turner!"
Following the attendant's announcement, a cloaked figure made a bid. "20 Turner!"
No one fought him for it, and the transaction went through smoothly.
Then came the third item, the fourth item...
By the time the sixth item appeared, even Aaron's expression shifted, revealing his interest.
"The navigational log of an unknown captain,