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Pushing the specially designed baby carriage inlaid with Magic Water crystals, Qin Si slowly stepped into the Magic Castle Auction House.
A peculiar Cedar Fragrance filled the air, sweet yet tinged with decay, reminiscent of a rare flower that blooms only to wither away swiftly.
Luna wrinkled her small nose, a flicker of disgust flashing in her bright blue eyes.
This scent reminded her of the enigmatic vase hidden in Leonard's study, along with the lingering perfume that belonged to another woman.
The auction house was already bustling with people, the noise rising and falling like a boiling pot, constantly bubbling with chatter.
Luna's gaze swept over the greedy and excited faces, and she couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
These people were like sharks drawn to the smell of blood, eager to feast on their prey.
And today’s prey was the Elven race.
Inside a black Vine Cage, several trembling elves were imprisoned.
Their skin was as radiant as moonlight, their hair flowed like a shimmering galaxy. Yet at this moment, these beautiful elves resembled butterflies with broken wings, stripped of their former glory.
“The Elven race... is about to be extinguished...” A deep sigh emerged from within the Vine Cage, filled with endless despair, piercing through the clamor like a thin needle.
A female elf named Bi Yue let her tears fall like scattered pearls. Choking back her sobs, she said, “The king... is among humans... has Bloodline...”
These words struck like lightning, cutting through the despair within the Vine Cage.
The elves raised their heads, a flicker of hope igniting in their eyes.
Luna took it all in, her small hands tightly gripping the puppet in her hand, her fingertips turning white.
At that moment, a woman dressed provocatively swayed her hips as she walked onto the auction stage. Her lips, painted a vivid red, curled into a slight smile as her voice dripped with sweetness, “Dear esteemed guests, today we are auctioning off a rare sight—the elves! Their beauty and their magical talents are surely well-known to you all! Now, let us take a closer look at these beautiful elves!”
In the audience, a rotund man rubbed his hands together, his greedy gaze fixed on the elves in the vine cage. “Can we… get a closer look? I want to see if their ears are really as pointed as the legends say…”
The woman covered her mouth and laughed, “This guest is quite impatient! But who can blame him? The allure of the elves is irresistible! Don’t worry, later we will use incantations to reveal their true forms, ensuring that all our guests have a feast for the eyes!”
As soon as she said this, the crowd erupted.
Some cheered excitedly, others looked on with disdain, while some remained indifferent, as if none of this concerned them.
Just then, a clear voice rang out: “Wait!”
Everyone turned to see a girl in a pale yellow dress stepping forward with two children in tow.
This girl was Lu Chaochao, and the two children were Bi Xin and Yuan Yao.
A Black-Robed Man leered at Bi Yue in the vine cage, even reaching out to touch her face.
“Ah!” Bi Yue cried out in terror as she dodged but was unable to escape. The Black-Robed Man's finger grazed her cheek, causing a drop of crystal-clear Lacrima to slide down her face, tracing a sorrowful arc through the air.
“What are you doing?!” Bi Xin glared at the Black-Robed Man with anger, his small fists clenched tightly.
Lu Chaochao fixed her icy gaze on the Black-Robed Man and said, word by word, “Sir, please have some self-respect!”
The Black-Robed Man waved his hand impatiently. “A little girl dares to meddle in my affairs! Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t care who you are!” Lu Chaochao met his gaze fearlessly. “Your behavior is simply disgusting!”
“You!” The Black-Robed Man was enraged and about to explode when Lu Chaochao suddenly raised her voice, addressing the crowd around them. “Everyone, do you know who this gentleman is? He is the son-in-law of the Mo Family from Xi He City! Not only does he live off others, but he also keeps Leonard's Concubine on the side! And today, he’s here spending the Mo Family’s money!”
At her words, a stir went through the crowd. Everyone turned their attention to the Black-Robed Man.
His face turned pale instantly as he pointed at Lu Chaochao, stammering, “Y-You’re talking nonsense!”
Just then, two elderly men entered amidst the throng of people.
“What’s going on?” one of the old men asked in a deep voice.
“Master! Madam!” The Black-Robed Man was instantly terrified upon seeing them and fell to his knees with a thud.
These two elders were none other than the head of the Mo Family and his wife.
Old Master Mo’s face was ashen as he pointed at the Black-Robed Man and said sternly, “Go! Investigate! Find out if he really has Leonard's Concubine!”
Several guards immediately stepped forward and dragged the Black-Robed Man away.
He cried out for mercy, but no one paid him any mind.
Old Master Mo turned around, clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my poor parenting skills that have caused you to witness this..." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Today, all auction items will be offered at a twenty percent discount!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, the earlier awkwardness and confusion instantly replaced by excitement and greed.
Luna watched all of this with a slight smile, a knowing grin playing on her lips.
She gently patted the puppet in her hand and whispered, "The real show has just begun..."
Turning to Aelia, she spoke in a baby voice, "Mommy, I'm hungry..."
Old Master Mo's face darkened, resembling a stormy sky that was heavy and suffocating.
He shot a fierce glare at the Black-Robed Man, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
"Someone! Lock him up in the dungeon! No one is allowed to visit without my command!"
As the Black-Robed Man was dragged away, he shouted in protest, his voice hoarse and unpleasant like a rooster with its throat squeezed, making everyone feel nauseated.
Old Master Mo turned back around, his face plastered with a hypocritical smile as he bowed to the crowd. "Everyone, today's events are truly due to my lack of discipline. I apologize for the inconvenience. To express my regret, all auction items today will be offered at a twenty percent discount!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd once more; the earlier indignation was quickly replaced by greed and excitement.
It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a farcical comedy.
Lu Chaochao took the token handed over by Old Master Mo. It felt warm and smooth in his hand, intricately carved with elaborate patterns that clearly indicated its considerable value.
She smiled faintly and tucked the token away, her expression suggesting that everything that had just happened was of no concern to her.
Bi Yue looked at Lu Chaochao, her lips trembling as she tried to say something, but no words came out.
Lu Chaochao gave her a reassuring glance before turning to the other spirits in the Vine Cage.
Their faces were etched with fear and despair, like a group of lambs awaiting slaughter, trembling uncontrollably.
"Let the auction begin!" With a loud shout from the Auctioneer, the Vine Cage was pushed to the center of the auction stage.
A young elven woman was brought forth; she had cascading silver hair, skin as white as snow, and her bright green eyes were filled with terror, resembling a frightened fawn that evoked an instinctive sense of pity.
"The starting bid is one hundred thousand spirit stones!" The Auctioneer's voice sliced through the silence like a sharp knife.
"One hundred ten thousand!"
"One hundred twenty thousand!"
"One hundred fifty thousand!"
Bids rose and fell in rapid succession, surging like a tide—higher and more intense with each call.
Greed sparkled in people's eyes as if this elven woman were not a living being but a precious commodity.
Luna sat in her stroller, watching this scene unfold, her heart filled with anger and helplessness.
These people, in order to satisfy their own desires, can so easily disregard life.
She tightly gripped the puppet in her hand, her fingertips turning white.
At that moment, a richly dressed woman approached. She looked at Lu Chaochao and said, "Lu Zhao Zhao, you should leave quickly; it's too dangerous here."
Lu Chaochao stared at the woman. "Lady Ning, do you know me?"
Lady Ning nodded. "Bi Yue, my sister..." She reached out to touch Bi Yue in the Vine Cage but was repelled by an invisible force.
Her palm instantly turned bright red, as if it had been burned by fire.
"This is the elven clan's restriction," Bi Yue's voice was filled with sorrow. "Only those with elven bloodline can touch us."
Lu Chaochao's heart trembled. She instinctively extended her hand and gently touched the Vine Cage.
"Ah!" A burning pain surged through her, and Lu Chaochao quickly withdrew her hand, which had also turned bright red.
"Lu Zhao Zhao!" Lady Ning exclaimed, grabbing Lu Chaochao's hand. "You... you are also one of the elven clan?"
Lu Chaochao looked at her reddened palm, filled with shock.
She... she was actually one of the elven clan?
"Quickly, let's go!" Lady Ning urged, pulling Lu Chaochao along. "It's too dangerous here; you can't stay!"
Lu Chaochao looked at Lady Ning's anxious eyes, filled with confusion and unease.
Who... who exactly is she?
Why is she from the Elven race?
"The starting bid for the Elven King is one million spirit stones!"
The auctioneer's voice interrupted Lu Chaochao's thoughts.
She raised her head and glanced at the auction stage, where a dignified middle-aged man was being presented.
He exuded a powerful aura that made it difficult for anyone to look directly at him.
"Three million!" A cold voice rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.
Lu Chaochao turned to see a man in white standing among the crowd, his face marked by indifference, as if everything was none of his concern.
"The Ten Thousand Sword Sect!" A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd.
The Ten Thousand Sword Sect is one of the most powerful sects on this continent, with disciples who are all formidable experts.
Lu Chaochao's heart sank. The Ten Thousand Sword Sect is actually participating in this auction?
Are they... are they really going to buy the Elven King?
"Five million!" A rough voice rang out, laced with a hint of provocation.
Lu Chaochao turned to see a burly man standing among the crowd, exuding a wild aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Fire Red Demon King!" A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd.
The Fire Red Demon King was one of the most powerful demon kings on this continent, his strength unfathomable.
"Six million!"
"Seven million!"
The bidding grew higher and more intense, as the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and the Fire Red Demon King seemed to be locked in a fierce contest, neither willing to back down.
The air was thick with tension, as if a battle could erupt at any moment.
Standing behind the Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciple, Xuan Cang irritably flicked his sleeve and muttered, "What a hassle. If I had known, I wouldn't have come to stir up this mess..."
Yun Lan snorted coldly. "Do you think I wanted to? The Sect Master issued a strict order; we must bring the Elven King back!"
Xuan Cang raked his fingers through his hair in frustration and complained softly, "This damn task—what are they thinking? What use is it to capture these Pointed Ears?" Yun Lan shot him a sidelong glance, her tone icy. "Less chatter. The Sect Master said the Elven King is a gift for Shen Jun. If we can win Shen Jun's favor, there will be plenty of benefits for us."
Xuan Cang pursed his lips, his gaze drifting to the Fire Red Demon King lurking nearby, feeling uneasy. "That may be true, but the Fire Red Demon King is not someone to be trifled with. If it comes to blows..." He swallowed hard, not daring to finish his thought.
The atmosphere in the auction house was tense, like a bowstring pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.
Bids continued to rise, soaring to ten million spirit stones, yet neither the Ten Thousand Sword Sect nor the Fire Red Demon King showed any signs of stopping.
The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, and everyone breathed cautiously, afraid that a single misstep would ignite the fuse.
Luna sat in a specially designed stroller, her small hands tightly gripping the puppet in her hand, her azure eyes sparkling with wisdom.
Her little face was tense, and her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly deep in thought.
She surveyed her surroundings, absorbing the expressions and actions of everyone around her, her mind racing with calculations.
"Ten million for one, ten million for two..." The auctioneer's voice trembled as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He stole a glance at the Fire Red Demon King and then at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, silently praying for the auction to conclude smoothly.
At that moment, Luna suddenly waved her small hand, and the puppet in her hand fell to the ground with a loud clap.
"Mommy..." she spoke in her baby voice.
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