But the current bid was simply too staggering. No house dared raise it lightly anymore.
Lord Frey studied everyone carefully before slowly rising to his feet once more. Then he looked around and spoke as though wrestling with a difficult decision.
"This is the last slot. Once you miss certain opportunities, they may never come again. So House Frey will give it one more shot. I bid nine million five hundred thousand and one Gold Dragons!"
"Huh?!"
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Everyone present was stunned by Lord Frey's way of raising the bid. It was simply too... disgusting!
His fury thoroughly ignited, Earl Reyne first offered a greeting beginning with F, then launched into a torrent of abuse.
"You ugly weasel! Who raises a bid like that? Everyone else raised it by at least a hundred thousand Gold Dragons. You really aren't afraid to make a fool of yourself. A lowlife like you has no place here."
"If you can't afford it, crawl back into your weasel's den. Why come out here and disgust everyone?"
Lord Frey seemed entirely unfazed by Earl Reyne's point-blank tirade and replied in an even tone.
"Did anyone say bids could be raised like this?!"
"To quote what you just said, bid if you have the money, and shut your filthy mouth if you don't. How I spend Riverrun's Gold Dragons is none of your business, you stupid lion of the Westerlands!"
"If you're so capable, raise it to ten million Gold Dragons! Castamere has plenty of gold and silver mines, after all. At least spending it on something worthwhile would be worth the money, instead of ending up ruined over a woman like your father, who let people in Lys swindle him out of millions of Gold Dragons."
Earl Reyne's late father had been a playboy through