"Fifty-five million."
"Sixty million."
"Seventy million Beli."
Bids kept coming from the floor, and the atmosphere grew more heated.
"One hundred million."
The voice came from beside Werther. Doffy had made the bid.
"What, are you interested in that thing?"
As a Great Swordsman, Werther had no interest in blunt weapons. He did not even want to collect one.
That long, hard black thing might appeal to some lonely young wives, but the metal rod was a little too long. It would go straight to the stomach.
Werther glanced at Doffy, then at the long, hard black rod onstage. Something about it struck him as absurdly funny.
"What's that look for? This thing is pretty good. It'd be perfect for Vergo."
Werther suddenly remembered. Doffy was right. With that weapon, Vergo would be the bane of Devil Fruit Users. His mastery of Haki and formidable staff skills would make him an Absolute nightmare for some of them.
"Two hundred million."
A bid came from the regular seats, drawing every eye. Few people sitting there dared compete with Doflamingo for something he wanted.
The bidder wore a broad hood that concealed his entire face.
"Four hundred million!"
Doffy smiled broadly, but Werther knew him. The happier Doffy looked, the angrier he was.
"Four hundred and ten million," the Hooded Man bid again.
An uproar swept the room. This was an obvious provocation.
"Eight hundred million."
This time, Werther made the bid. He was genuinely loaded now, and for some reason, the Hooded Man rubbed him the wrong way.
"Werther, isn't eight hundred million a bit much?"
Doffy leaned over and murmured the warning.
"Heh, Doffy, do you really think the highest bidder will take everything home from this Auction? I have a feeling that, in the end, who gets what will