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The Auction started a bit late when Freya arrived.
On the enormous red Auction stage, a middle-aged man in a black suit was showcasing a silver crystal ball to the audience.
"This is the Abyssal Eye Ore from the Abyss World. I believe everyone is familiar with this type of ore. It has many uses, but primarily, weapons crafted from this ore will generally have an Enchantment that breaks armor. Just imagine, if a weapon made from this ore strikes against an enemy's armor..."
While listening to the auctioneer's introduction, Freya glanced around.
There weren't many people at the Auction, as this wasn't something for ordinary folks.
Soon, she noticed Hanks in the corner waving at her, and beside him was an empty seat, clearly reserved for Freya.
"Freya the Sorceress, you're two minutes late," Hanks smiled and gestured for her to sit down.
"Sorry, I spent too long wandering around the Slave Area," Freya replied apologetically.
"Hehe, no worries, it just started," Hanks said with a wave of his hand. "If you find something you like, I can give you a twenty percent discount."
Sitting on the soft sofa and lightly sipping her Azure juice, Freya raised an eyebrow at Hanks's words.
"Can the price set at the Auction be adjusted like that?"
"Of course, since this is hosted by the Elk Family, the prices set are merely for show," Hanks said meaningfully while pointing at the promotional sign above them.
"Oh."
Freya nodded in understanding and turned her gaze back to the Auction stage, no longer speaking.
Although the location chosen by Hanks was a corner, it allowed for a more comprehensive view of the entire stage, including the old long sword that the auctioneer had just presented.
With Freya's keen eyesight, she could even see the intricate patterns and worn runes on the damaged blade.
Clearly, the true significance of this long sword was not for combat but carried some meaning or history, intended for collectors.
The order of the auction typically began with ordinary items, gradually moving to more valuable ones, culminating in an important finale piece at the end.
After a lengthy half-hour of auctioning, the event finally moved beyond common items and began presenting wizard-level artifacts for bidding.
Sipping her juice, she watched intently.
Ten minutes later, after the auctioneer sold a stone-like Fet Stone Bug for fifteen hundred Magic Stones to a plump Third-Rank Apprentice, he received a peculiar crimson dagger from a maid.
"Ah. Your item has arrived," Hanks suddenly spoke after a long silence.
"Mm," Freya nodded lightly, her expression unchanged.
This dagger was originally obtained from James when she left the academy.
According to her appraisal, this dagger was merely a contract from another world.
The spiritual imprint that was once on it had long been completely erased by Freya. Therefore, this item could summon an unknown creature to fight for her once a new contract was established.
Of course, Freya had no idea what kind of creature it was and did not intend to use it.
The auction has begun, and under the guidance of the auctioneer, the creature behind this dagger is nearly comparable to the strength of the Abyssal Serpent, driving those interested in bidding to raise their offers frantically.
"Ms. Freya already has a bid of two thousand Magic Stones! Is there anyone willing to go higher?" The auctioneer's excited gaze swept over the crowd like a performance.
"I bid two thousand eight!" An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a green robe, quietly raised his paddle.
The sudden increase of eight hundred Magic Stones drew everyone's attention to him.
However, when they noticed his green robe, they quickly turned away again.
Because that old man was one of the few Official Wizards on the entire ship.
"Three thousand!" The girl who had just bid frowned slightly, clearly intent on winning this dagger.
The bidding felt like a battle, but Freya merely watched calmly, which piqued Hanks' curiosity.
"Aren't you excited? This is your item after all."
"Well, I actually intended to dispose of this dagger. Whether it sells for a high or low price, I can accept it," Freya explained with a smile.
"Oh? Is that so?" Hanks turned to look at the dagger on the auction stage and frowned.
From his perspective, the runes inscribed on this Contract Dagger were clearly part of Elder Abyssal Magic.
In other words, while the value of this dagger may not be comparable to creatures like the one introduced by the auctioneer, it certainly wouldn't be too low.
According to his understanding, although the witch named Freya possessed many Magic Stones, it was unlikely that she would be moved by the mere presence of three thousand Magic Stones.
However, since this was a matter of personal privacy, Hanks was curious but did not delve deeper.
In the end, the Contract Dagger was sold to a noble girl named Freyja for a price of four thousand five.
Yet, from Freya's perception, the old man in the green robe secretly attached a mental seed to the girl’s neck with a cold gaze. This auction item would definitely have further developments.
Of course, whatever those developments were, they had no impact on Freya.
Soon, five minutes later, four Black Magic Crystal Cards representing four thousand three Magic Stones were handed to Freya, with two hundred Magic Stones belonging to the auction house.
Touching the cold cards, Freya continued to watch the auction.
All sorts of strange items were displayed on the stage and were subsequently sold for varying prices.
Freya not only acquired the Contract Dagger but also several other items, all sold at decent prices. However, this "decent" was merely relative to their value.
In total, adding the previous four thousand three, Freya earned six thousand Magic Stones from the auction.
For a Wandering Wizard who had not yet achieved Vaporization, this was indeed a substantial sum.
However, Freya was not particularly concerned about how to spend this substantial amount.
Casually putting away the six cards into her pouch, just as Freya was considering whether to find that slave boy named Tros and leave...
The auctioneer suddenly placed a carefully framed old book on the red pedestal in front of him.
"Next, this item is slightly different from the previous ones. This book is a precious artifact obtained from the Thunder Marsh Ruins. According to our chief appraiser, the language used in it is Chester Language. This particular language may not be familiar to everyone, but I believe you all know of a certain race associated with it: the long-extinct Hitler Goatman."
"Hmm?" Hearing the auctioneer's last words, Freya's pupils slightly constricted.
Chester Language. She had studied it during her time at the academy while collecting Basic Knowledge along with Abyssal Magic and Ancient Elvish Language, but she wasn't very proficient.
However, she was hearing about Chester as the native language of Hilt Goatman for the first time.
"The starting bid is five hundred Magic Stones."
As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothing raised his bidding paddle.
Freya turned her head and recognized that the man was the one who had previously shown interest in various antiques.
Clearly, he was determined to acquire this precious old book as well.
Watching the price rise repeatedly, Freya pondered for a moment and then raised her own paddle.
Regarding the Ruined World, although she had some clues and had entered it multiple times, she still had little real understanding.
While Hilt Goatman did not enter the underworld, the true communication world might not have been fully explored yet.
"One thousand three hundred Magic Stones! Is there any higher bid?" The auctioneer scanned the crowd while holding up the book. "You should know this came from Thunder Marsh Ruins, which was once one of the largest gathering places for Ancient Wizards."
Listening quietly to the auctioneer's blustering speech, Freya raised her sign again.
"One thousand four hundred Magic Stones! The bid is now at one thousand four hundred."
Before she could finish, the fat man, looking displeased, also raised his hand, but this time his gaze shifted toward Freya's position in the distance behind him.
Seeing this, Hanks understood that Freya was indeed interested in this ancient book. He discreetly nodded toward a figure in a black robe standing at the entrance of the hall.
Before long, a remarkably alluring beautiful woman appeared beside the fat man.
As a result, the fat man, who had just looked displeased, suddenly turned pale.
"Alright! One thousand six hundred Magic Stones! Is there no one else? Then this ancient book belongs to that lady!"
Freya, sitting in her seat, did not stand up; she merely nodded lightly and then smiled slightly at Hanks.
"Thank you."
"Hehe, it was nothing. Besides, there are many more collections like this ancient book at the auction," Hanks replied with a smile as well.
Freya nodded gently. Hanks was speaking the truth; while books were quite precious in the world of ordinary people, they were quite common for wizards.
Even some books excavated from ancient ruins might turn out to be nothing more than a recipe after deciphering. Most of the items auctioned at such events have already been authenticated and are valuable.
However, how much value they hold is still a matter of luck.
Afterward, Freya purchased several reasonably priced items at the Auction.
Later, after declining Hanks' invitation to a gathering, she returned to her room with the items she obtained from the Auction.
Lani was still quietly asleep, her complexion appearing normal due to the effects of the Spell.
However, in Freya's perception, Lani's life force was growing weaker. If there were no healing methods available in Cloud City this time, the outcome for this young life was clearly evident.
After all, Lani was currently only a Third-Rank Apprentice and not a wizard; her level of life meant she could not perform Elemental Rituals or undergo body transformation like a wizard could.
With a sigh, she lamented the fragility of life.
She then sorted the many items she had obtained from the Auction by category and placed them back into her suitcase.
After completing this simple task, she took out the precious book that had been framed.
To be fair, the book looked tattered on the outside, with a long stain at the bottom that obscured the specific letters.
However, this did not trouble Freya much.
She tore off the neat cover to reveal the true appearance of the book.
With her proficiency in Chester Language, she could read its contents, but translating it into the common language would likely be much more laborious.
Freya gently opened the worn book, using the light from the round window to read it closely.
The book was not very thick, but the blurred handwriting made it difficult to read quickly.
After two hours, Freya frowned slightly and closed the book.
She lightly tapped her fingers on the table, lost in quiet contemplation.
"So, the ancestors of Hilt Goatman are indeed creatures of the underworld in a certain sense."
This ancient text was nothing other than a record of the origins of the Hilt Goatman species, something akin to a ritual.
However, aside from a large amount of meaningless praise and poetry, the only useful information she obtained was this one line.
This piqued Freya's curiosity.
Her exploration of the Ruined World had already confirmed that it was not the underworld described in the book, but ultimately, that was just her own speculation. (To be continued...)
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