An Auction That Didn't Suit Hill

Hill had long known that Santos was poor, so the few gold coins left in the Mage Tower definitely would not buy much.

But he truly had not expected the bidding here to start at ten thousand gold coins.

And that was only for useless junk that looked pretty.

Hill sighed inwardly, though his face remained stern.

Even if it was a disguised face, he still had to maintain appearances.

He touched his spatial ring. Over the past few months, based on some ordinary equipment Santos had left behind, Hill had also made enhanced versions.

Hill planned to see whether the auction had similar items for sale, so he could at least get an idea of their prices.

As for gold coins, what did he need them for?

This world looked chaotic, but the connections beneath the surface were actually quite clear.

A so-called Intermediate Divine Power Coin Goddess had somehow managed to unify the currency of the entire world.

The people of this world might not realize it, but anyone who came into contact with the outside world would immediately understand how astonishing that was.

Hill only intended to acquire some raw materials or books. He could forget about everything else.

No matter which world's Gods they were, their temples were best at hiding deadly traps in things—really, leaving contingencies in the equipment they sold.

The Noble Temple of Telashir was the best at this sort of thing. It was perfectly normal for Mages to despise them from the bottom of their hearts.

After several rounds of warm-up auctions, the auctioneer Lawson finally got to the main event.

All that junk-like decorative merchandise had been bought up by excited young noble scions. Hill did not know whether some utterly foolish playboy would actually take such things onto a battlefield.