Chapter 884: Chapter 569, Silver-Haired Girl_2
The Dwarves had already agreed to sell 200 Wind Pipe Cannons, which was a done deal.
Now there were suddenly 100 more appearing out of nowhere. They couldn’t be from ‘Fu Lei’ and his group, could they?
Thinking back on the other party’s reaction, as well as their demeanor when asking about what the Dwarves were selling,
It was almost certain it was them who sold these cannons.
If the Gray Dwarves found out that because he mentioned the Wind Pipe Cannons, the others decided to sell theirs,
He would inevitably be punished.
...
As he mulled it over, sweat began to bead even more on his forehead.
He must keep them from finding out, at all costs.
…
The crowd discussed animatedly.
The bidding price was already skyrocketing.
Dwarven machinery, especially the Wind Pipe Cannon, was popular among all races.
The number of bidders was naturally high.
Soon, the last set was up for sale, and the price was even higher than before, the bidding fiercer.
“Seventy-five million five hundred and fifty thousand.”
“Seventy-six million.”
“…”
“Damn it, eighty million.”
There is a ceiling price for bulk sale items.
This is also taking into account that the Trade Alliance stores are also selling them, and they are not the sole product available.
Now that the bidding had reached eighty million, it had hit the buyout price, and there was no need to continue the auction.
“Eighty million sold, the last set of Wind Pipe Cannons goes to the fifth-floor guest,” the auctioneer announced as he brought down the gavel.
“Ah! So close.”
“If only I’d gone straight to the buyout price.”
“What a pity, what a pity!”
Audible sighs of regret came from the guests below and some in the private boxes.
They were extremely disappointed about not winning the bid.
The auctioneer smiled slightly and continued, “To those guests who did not win the bid, don’t feel regretful. There are many more items to come in the auction, and eventually there will be something just right for you.”
“Alright, enough talk, let’s bring on the next set of items.”
The model for the five-tube Wind Pipe Cannons was taken away, and another staff member stepped up.
The red cloth was lifted, revealing the shimmering scales underneath.
With a grand gesture, the auctioneer announced, “Dragon Scales, one hundred pieces, usable in crafting armors and protective gear, and as material for special alchemical items, starting price…”
Dragon Scales belonged to the dragon breed of Dragon Clan, specifically the appearance of Bone Dragons prior to death, not the titled heroes of the Dragon Clan.
Even so, only the Dragon Clan could offer Dragon Scales for sale at an auction.
Any other race, even if they had Dragon Scales, wouldn’t dare to sell them, and the Trade Alliance would not accept them either.
The Dragon Clan, known for their physical prowess, were notoriously unreasonable.
No one wanted to provoke the Dragon Clan over such a trivial matter.
Fierce bidding commenced below, but Fang Hao did not participate.
Previously, he had obtained Dragon Scales and Dragon Blood after defeating ‘Spencer’.
The Dragon Blood had been made into a potion, which Fang Hao had consumed, and the Dragon Scales were supposed to be made into armor by a craftsman, though there was yet no news of it.
Besides, his own Dragon Scales were from a heroic member of the Dragon Clan, not at all comparable to those of a mere Bone Dragon.
Ignoring the ongoing auction outside, the staff once again knocked on the door.
Several staff members entered, each carrying two leather cases.
“Sir, this is the sum from the items you sold tonight.”
Case after case was placed on the table and opened.
Inside each leather case, neat stacks of Warfire Cards lay, as orderly as poker chips.
The lead staff member swallowed nervously before continuing, “Sir, after deducting the 5% fee, here we have sixty thousand Warfire Cards with a denomination of ten thousand each, seven of one thousand, and three of one hundred.”
Fang Hao nodded, “Okay, leave them here.”
“Yes, sir. If you need anything, you can call me at any time,” the staff member said, widening her eyes and suggestively batting her lashes.
Fang Hao did not respond, and the staff left with their colleagues.
Looking at the stacks of cash boxes in front of him, even Nelson and the usually quiet Demitrija were somewhat stunned.
Reaping so many Warfire Cards in one go was indeed a major gain.
Others attended the auction to spend money, yet here Fang Hao had earned a large sum.
The auction continued afterward.
The third session auctioned off orange-rated weapons and armor, as well as Goblin-crafted orange constructs.
Throughout the room, they sold for a handsome price.
The fourth session escalated the quality to Dark Gold level items out for bid.
Fang Hao saw a Dark Elf cloak, an Undead bone lyre, and a Demigod War Halberd, all Dark Gold-rated equipment.
The bidding crowd had narrowed to a contest between the fourth and fifth floors, with the prices reaching terrifying figures.
Fang Hao did not partake; indeed, he could not compete.
He still held to the old notion that one or two high-quality items could not change the overall strength of a domain.
His strategy still relied on numbers.
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The auction came to an end with the auctioneer’s words of thanks.
Glancing at his watch, it was already five o’clock in the afternoon.
The auction had been running since the morning, straight through to the afternoon.
Moreover, item after item was sent up for bidding without any break in between.
The Trade Alliance’s auctions were indeed of high quality.
Not in a hurry to leave, Fang Hao took stock of his gains this time.
Besides the Warfire Card obtained from selling the cannon,
the items he had acquired at the auction included 50 clusters of “Dawn Blue Coral,” 20 bottles of “Piercing Spirit Medicine,” and a set of “Manganese Steel Gloves (Orange).”
Three categories of items in total.
Among them, “Piercing Spirit Medicine” was a kind of potion that could enhance one’s comprehension during training and offered the chance to grasp new skills.
It was a very good potion, and since Fang Hao saw that the competition for price wasn’t too fierce, and many people in his own territory needed this kind of potion, he simply bought it outright.
The “Manganese Steel Gloves” were purchased for Anjia.
Combat-related equipment was a niche category in the market, and he had always wanted to get Anjia something with better attributes. This time, upon encountering it, he bought it straight away.
The blue Tiger’s Claw that used to hang from her slender waist had been swapped out for these spiked gloves.
The only regret was that no blueprints appeared at this auction.
Blueprints for the “Energy Core” production building and for recruiting “craftsmen” were not acquired.
This meant he had to start thinking of other solutions.
Seeing that it was about time,
Fang Hao and his companions also stood up to leave.
They opened the door, and there weren’t many guests left on the second floor; most had already departed.
The group made their way straight to the magic-powered elevator to wait for the ride down.
Very soon.
The elevator doors opened, and there were already three people standing inside.
One of them was a familiar figure.
A blonde, dashing man.
Aerygon!
The world’s second-ranked “Aerygon” was also in the elevator, seemingly intending to head downstairs.
Standing beside Aerygon were two members of the Dragon Clan, a male and a female hero.
The man had red hair and dragon horns atop his head, dressed in a dark red brocade robe that looked bulky, probably because he was wearing some sort of armor underneath.
The woman, who appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, had snow-white skin with a subtle luster, silver long hair, and small dragon horns on top of her head like freshly sprouted bamboo shoots.
She was in a black dress embroidered with golden threads, her figure accentuating a solid and shapely form contrary to her youthful appearance.
“Silvermoon Spear – Beata (Orange Rank Nine)”
“Dragon Lord – Ashbern (Orange Rank Three)”
Huh?
Fang Hao paused, initially taking the pair for father and daughter.
But upon closer inspection, this young female dragon turned out to have a higher rank than the middle-aged male dragon.
She had reached Orange Rank Nine, on par with the Fairy Clan’s “Heart of the Deep Forest – Shinisara.”
Just one step away from advancing to a Dark Gold hero.
On the other hand, the middle-aged man with an Orange title seemed more like a hero that had emerged from a military rank advancement.
Fang Hao stood at the doorway, observing the interior.
“Aerygon,” the transmigrator inside the elevator, was now gaping in surprise.
He, too, had discerned the attributes of the four individuals outside—two heroes, both Orange ranked.
Furthermore, they were from different factions.
This left him puzzled about their identities.
He speculated whether the transmigrator was following one of the Orange heroes.
If so, then the other hero might likely be his own.
Just as this thought came to Aerygon’s mind, he immediately dismissed it.
How could that be?
He was ranked second in the world and only had one Purple ranked hero in his territory.
How could he possibly have an Orange ranked hero?
Could it be that they were not together, merely leaving in each other’s company?
Possible!
“Do you want to come in?” the silver-haired lady, lifting her head, asked.
Her voice was quite similar to that of an ordinary human, and very melodious.
“Oh, sure.”
Fang Hao and his group stepped inside, taking up positions on either side of the other three, all remaining silent.
…
The elevator doors closed slowly, muting the noise from the outside world.
At that moment, the silver-haired girl suddenly furrowed her brows, sniffing the air lightly.
Then, she abruptly turned towards Fang Hao.
She spoke in a cold voice, “Hey! Have you drunk Dragon Blood?”