Chapter 80

A slave who would forever be loyal to their master, with no possibility of escape!

Moreover, she was so stunningly beautiful that she aroused men's desires, and she was of the elf race—each of these points was undoubtedly a perfect bonus.

That the scene would become as heated as it was now seemed only natural.

"Then, let the auction begin. The starting price is five gold coins."

The starting price was already so high, but of course, after that wave of promotion just now, everyone present felt this price was perfectly reasonable.

However, ordinary people couldn't come up with that much money, so the venue fell into silence.

Even VIP Room No. 2 showed no reaction, but everyone knew he would definitely make a move—that Willis couldn't possibly have no reaction to such an "auction item."

But... perhaps not?

Perhaps there was some other reason? In that case, now would be the only opportunity, wouldn't it?

"Five gold coins and ten silver coins."

Someone made a bid, adding ten silver coins to the base price.

This was perhaps just a test.

However, he had broken the deadlock. With the first person speaking up, there would naturally be a second and third—that's how the atmosphere builds.

"Five gold coins and twenty silver coins."

Someone gritted their teeth and bid with their life savings.

But they were quickly outbid.

"Five gold coins and fifty silver coins!"

This voice was immediately filled with determination, as if they would obtain it no matter what, and so that person backed down.

Saying they "backed down" was putting it nicely—to be blunt, they simply had no more money. The price they had just offered was everything they had.

The bidding continued, and after the price was raised to six gold coins, finally some important figures began to participate.

"Seven gold."

A voice came from one of the VIP rooms. Many people glanced over—though it wasn't Willis's room, it was still someone they couldn't afford to offend.

Thus, the atmosphere in the venue cooled down again.

What followed would be performance time for those nobles; it seemed ordinary people wouldn't be able to obtain it.

"Eight gold."

Sure enough, someone quickly raised the bid.

"Nine gold."

"Ten gold."

After a series of rapid bids, the price had already doubled.

Even wealthy people couldn't be decisive at this point and had to weigh their options carefully.

But after thinking it over, surprisingly no one continued bidding.

Elder Yuan, the auctioneer on stage, merely chuckled softly:

"Hehe, then ten gold once, ten gold twice... ten gold thri..."

He had clearly spoken the first two times quickly, but when it came to the last word, he deliberately slowed down his pace. He knew that doing so would definitely prompt someone to continue.

Sure enough, events developed exactly as he had anticipated.

"Fifteen gold."

A leisurely voice rang out, immediately opening with a high bid under conditions where no one else was bidding.

This voice came from VIP Room No. 2—that is, from the famous Willis.

The venue fell into complete silence.

Willis was making it clear to everyone that he was determined to win this auction.

For a moment, no one dared to respond.

"Hehe, worthy of you indeed. It seems Lord Willis is very interested in this auction item. I'll be sensible and won't compete with you."

A voice came from the VIP room where the price had been suppressed.

As he spoke, it was as if he was doing Willis a favor.

But Willis clearly didn't appreciate it—he was determined to win from the start.

"Does anyone else wish to continue? I, Willis, will see it through to the end."

Willis's voice rang throughout the venue, but no one responded.

Continue? Wouldn't that be stepping on this guy's face? Everyone knew he was vindictive—how could they possibly compete with him?

So everyone went about their business, no longer pursuing the elf slave.

Willis was very satisfied with this reaction, which greatly gratified his ego.

He had made his move, so others backed down.

"What are you waiting for? Why haven't you started the countdown?"

This was directed at the auctioneer.

Elder Yuan nodded with a forced smile, then prepared to bring down the hammer.

"Then, fifteen gold coins, first time, second time, third..."

He was employing his usual trick again, but it was just habit—he himself didn't believe anyone would actually continue bidding.

Willis's status pressure was one thing, but it also related to the elf slave's actual value. Fifteen gold coins fell slightly short of expectations, but offending Willis over this was clearly not worth it.

The gavel gradually descended through the air, but just as it was about to strike—

"Twenty-two gold coins and twenty silver."

A young voice rang out.

Following the sound, one could see such a person among the crowd below.

His entire body was covered in bandages, appearing severely injured. He wasn't standing upright either, but sat in a wheelchair with his head lowered. Behind him was another person wearing a black robe that concealed their face, though their slender waist revealed their gender.

Such a strange combination actually daring to oppose Willis surprised and puzzled everyone in the venue.