Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Information

Chapter 47: Are There Really Fools in This Age?



Chapter 47: Are There Really Fools in This Age?

Of course, despite his envy, Thor ultimately suppressed his thoughts. Silver armor was different from black iron armor. An apprentice knight wearing silver armor could even rival a official knight. Unless absolutely necessary, he had no intention of selling it. He brought one piece just in case, not to sell it.

At this moment, he didn’t lack gold coins and had no need for more.

While Thor felt a tinge of envy, the auction's excitement continued to rise.

Especially after the silver armor, the appearance of the life potion made the entire auction room filled with heavy breathing.

"Now, for our thirteenth item: ten bottles of low-grade life potion. The starting price is one thousand gold coins, with each increase not less than ten gold coins."

The woman’s voice rang out.

In the next moment, the auction room exploded.

"Fifteen hundred gold coins!"

"Sixteen hundred!"

"Two thousand gold coins!"

"Two thousand two hundred gold coins!"

In an instant, the price soared from one thousand to two thousand gold coins without showing any signs of stopping.

Hearing the voices, even Thor couldn't help but marvel.

The nobles and pioneering knights of the Northern Province indeed had money.

Though low-grade life potions were expensive in Frost Moon Province, one bottle typically cost around two hundred gold coins. The price had already exceeded this in an instant.

Of course, Thor had no intention of intervening.

Low-grade life potions were important but didn't attract him much.

Only high-grade life potions could draw his interest.

As the bidding continued, the price gradually slowed down at three thousand gold coins.

It eventually sold for three thousand one hundred and ten gold coins.

The fourteenth item, another ten bottles of low-grade life potions, sold for two thousand seven hundred and thirty-two gold coins.

The fifteenth item, again ten bottles of low-grade life potions, fetched the highest price at three thousand five hundred and ten gold coins.

Following these, the sixteenth item was the Thunderstone that Thor wanted.

"Now, we present our sixteenth item: a magical stone from the Thunder Prison of the Aegean Sea. It contains rich thunder energy and is a primary material for crafting magic crystal cannons and magic devices. The starting price is one thousand gold coins, with each increase not less than ten gold coins."

The woman’s voice announced, and a few robust knights dragged out a huge stone half the height of a person.

The black stone had arcs of electricity flickering on it.

The surrounding air seemed to heat up a bit.

"Thunderstone!"

"This is actually a Thunderstone."

"Oh my god, this thing actually appeared in the Northern Province."

"Too bad, I don't have an Blacksmith; otherwise, I must get it."

"Yes, same here."

Exclamations and sighs filled the room.

The Thunderstone had many uses, but most couldn't utilize it.

It required an Blacksmith.

As pioneering lords, they had no Blacksmiths.

Amidst the discussions, in the room, Ryan's voice rang out again.

"One thousand two hundred gold coins!"

The moment the voice was heard, the surroundings fell silent.

"One thousand two hundred gold coins, anyone higher?"

"This is a magical stone from the Thunder Prison of the Aegean Sea, containing rich thunder energy, and a primary material for crafting magic crystal cannons."

The woman’s voice continued, but there was still no response.

Just as she was about to knock the gavel in disappointment, another voice rang out.

"Two thousand gold coins!"

The voice spoke.

The moment the voice fell, Thor immediately looked towards a distant room.

There, a young man was looking this way with a sneer, even raising his wine glass in a mock salute.

"Two thousand five hundred gold coins!"

Thor didn’t let Ryan speak again and calmly bid another price.

"Three thousand gold coins!"

"Dear sir from the Dresrosa family, if you wish, I can continue."

A gentle voice echoed, carrying an annoying tone.

"Five thousand gold coins!"

"My Dresrosa family is not like some paupers; even ten thousand gold coins wouldn’t matter."

Thor spoke calmly.

The entire auction room fell silent.

No one else spoke.

Everyone on the first floor started breathing heavily.

People on the second floor began to watch the show.

Even the titled nobles looked towards the two rooms with mocking smiles.

"Who are you calling a pauper!"

"Eight thousand gold coins!"

The voice, tinged with anger, couldn’t help but blurt out from the distant young man.

However, halfway through, his face changed color.

The woman on the stage couldn't help but smile and quickly resumed the auction.

"Eight thousand gold coins once!"

"Eight thousand gold coins twice!"

"Eight thousand gold coins, three times!"

"Sold! Congratulations to the guest in room number five for winning this item."

"Now, for the seventeenth item!"

As the voice below continued, Thor was no longer paying attention, his brow slightly furrowed.

Even he didn’t expect such a turn of events.

From the emblem, he recognized the other person immediately. They were from the same Frost Moon Province, an Count’s family. Unlike the Assad family, it was the Emerson family, a mortal enemy of the Dresrosa family.

So, when the other spoke, Thor knew that winning would come at a high cost, which he didn’t want. Thus, he decisively chose to give up.

"Kid, someone snatched your item!"

Neil Morton looked at Thor with a teasing smile.

"Some things are not so easily taken."

Thor chuckled, glancing at Ryan.

"Ryan, find out which territory that idiot from the Emerson family belongs to."

"Oh, and I also want to know how many men he has?"

A warm voice sounded, but Thor's eyes held a trace of coldness.

Daring to snatch his item, someone was asking for trouble.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the young man's face turned sour.

He only wanted to raise the price but ended up being stuck with the item, and at eight thousand gold coins.

He didn’t have eight thousand gold coins.

His father, Count Emerson, had only given him eight thousand gold coins for this pioneer mission. Having spent two thousand on supplies and slaves, he had less than six thousand gold coins left.

"Knock, knock!"

The door was knocked.

Hearing the knock, the young man tensed up.

"Sir Colin!"

The servant spoke with a smile.

"Well, I, I…"

The young man stammered, unsure of what to say.


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