Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 33: Auction House

Changing out of my school uniform, I donned a particular pitch-black suit crafted from a terrifying creature far above my current cultivation before making my way to the auction house in a carriage prepared by my company.

Surrounded by a few silver armed guards, we traveled a few kilometers towards a magnificent building that had a modern aspect towards it. With a cold elegant smile, I stepped out of my carriage as an elderly man with long grey hair welcome me with a bow, "Ashen Prince, we were expecting you."

"Manager Craig, it's been a while since I visited. Has my merchandise been sold yet," I asked, my voice oddly colder than usual?

"No, my lord, the auction yet to..."

"Arsène!!!!" A loud voice sounded, startling everyone as a young man with Ashen Hair appeared, causing my guards to raise their weapons.

"Stand down," I stated, eyeing my childish uncle with a kind smile.

To manager Craig's surprise, he saw Eroma wrap his arms around my neck, "Shouldn't my little nephew be at the war academy?" He asked, giving me a childish smirk.

Eroma was truly a kid when he wasn't killing someone. I don't know what Grandfather did, but Eroma behaves like a child even though he was in his thirties, although he still looks like he is a teen.

"Eroma, please. Playing hooky is a must; that jackass, the second prince, joined my class today. I needed a day off."

Shooting his brow up, he snickered, "...didn't you start school a week ago...anyway then come with me, little nephew, shall we join this auction. Grey, that little shit gave me some pocket money."

With an amused expression, I nodded, "Of course, that's why I'm here. Manager Craig if you may please bring us to our booth."

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Following behind, Craig led us to a magnificent private booth high above the common people. With a bow, he excused himself.

"Little Sène, what is your business selling today. Grey had neglected to ask you while you were in the forest of Serien." Eroma said in an oddly serious tone.

"Is he looking to buy some of my merchandise? Did you come here to pick it up?" I asked, already knowing the answer

"Yes, the rumors behind your clothing were leaked recently and is caused a huge steer within Pendragon."

"Leaked? Uncle nothing was leaked. It was done intentionally. People like to believe rumors rather than facts. So exploiting such a concept, far more people are willing to join this auction." I stated, crossing my legs as a young girl with long cat-like ears stepped into my booth.

Holding a bottle of Wine that was worth a few million Fel, she poured each of us a glass with a seductive smile. Eroma gave her a predatory smile before turning towards me, "Little Sène, with all your schemes and plots. Have you gotten your little dick wet yet?"

Spitting the wine from my mouth, I coughed, "Damnit, Eroma!"

Laughing, a gentle voice calming as the ocean sounded, "Welcome ladies and Gentlemen, To Pendragons Auction house, Riverdale.

Standing below stood a magnificent specimen, her breast large and perky, draped in a tight cheongsam that showcased all types of curves. With large fox-like ears, she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her ears as she pursed her lips seductively, causing a great stir awakened within Riverdale.

"My name is Elsa Viola, your auctioneer for the remainder of this event." She said, eyeing all the men in the room with her enchanting jade eyes.

Eroma was already hard up as he stared with hunger at the young woman. A deep Infatuation was present, yet all he did was exhale with an expression of complexity, "Elsa, the bloody queen in the War of Gramor. She fought alongside Val butchering millions. I didn't think they would hire such a woman."

"Hire? she is the owner of this Auction house. I believe she stepped out because of my new type of armor. It was a revolutionary idea that would change the way we organize our armies. I would not be surprised if I am summoned before the king within a few days."

Eroma grew quiet, twirling his hair; he spoke in a hushed tone, "What is my little nephew planning,"

Shrugging, I took a sip gazing deeply at Elsa as the auction had officially started, "Our first item is known as the set of pill created by Lunar May; our Appraisor found that these allow you to boost your qi by a factor of two at the cost of your future."

Faint murmurs echoed as Elsa snickered, flicking her long blonde hair, "Starting bid is 1,000 Fel with a five hundred increase for each bid."

Staring at the fools willing to buy such a useless item, I laughed, was there a point in increasing your cultivation temporarily at the cost of your future.

"5,000 Fel"

"8,000 Fel"

Various shouts raged on before the item was sold for about nine thousand Fel. Watching the item vanish, Elsa suddenly waved her hand as another item appeared. Eroma, on a few occasions, would purchase a few items for himself or members of the family.

While I remain still bored and a little drunk waiting for my item to be called, suddenly Elsa grinned as a black spear appear, "Ladies and gentlemen, meet, Dragonsbane, a spear forged from the bones of a Chimera dragon."

"Using the Heavenly Flames of Purity, the blade of the spear was crafted over a span of five hundred years. In contrast, the pole was crafted from that said dragon but with a twist. Lord Vilmal fused it with the heart of the Fallen abomination that attacked Pendragon thirty years ago."

Licking her sensual lips, Elsa giggled as the audience held their breath in anticipation, "While this weapon has not been inscribed, the going price is five million Zel with an increase of a hundred thousand for each bid."

"Ten Million," A hurried shout sounded, followed by hundreds.

"Twenty Million

Fifty Million"

"One Hundred Million," I shouted, quieting the entire audience. A deep hunger appeared within my stomach as I stared at the pitch-black spear in the distance. Even Eroma gasped at the blatant wasteful spending on a spear with no inscription.

"125,000,000," a cold cry from a distant private booth sounded.

Sneering, I laughed," 200,000,000."

"250,000,000," The booth shouted with venom in his tone.

Clenching my shoulder, Eroma shook his head, "Stop, this is ridiculous, your blowing millions on a spear."

"300,000,000 Fel," I shouted. His words falling on deaf ears as Elsa gave an enchanting smile in my direction, "Is the Ashen Prince really willing to drop money so extravagantly?"

Frowning at her using my name, I nodded, "I have the money, so why can't" I replied, staring deep into her jaded eyes, "Or would you rather I not."

"Apologies, but if there are not any other bids, the Dragonsbane will belong to the Ashen Prince," Elsa shouted, showcasing her pearly white teeth.