"SOLD! For forty-six thousand gold!"
DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG!!
The next cart was unveiled and the auctioneer was already describing it over the microphone, "We have yet another battle art! This one is light-based and focuses on healing, called Light's Warmth. Wielded to full mastery, it can even reattach the severed limbs of anyone weaker than the user! So of course we'll have to start at thirty thousand gold!"
"Thirty-one–"
"Thirty-three thousand!"
"Thirty-six thousand gold!"
Freele looked at the scroll with great greed. But Oli spoke up before she could even turn to ask about it. "No. Sorry, but I can't afford this one."
"... I understand. There's no need to apologize."
The team watched as the bidding continued on and on. When it finally came to a close, everyone in the room was astounded.
"Fifty-two thousand gold going once! … Going twice! … SOLD!"
DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG!!!
