"For 100,000 gold coins, really?"
Everyone followed the voice and saw that the bidder was Casey, who was still sitting in the first row. They were all a little dumbfounded.
A sum of 100,000 gold coins was not a small amount for some of the less influential noblemen in the floating city. In fact, that was all of their wealth. However, Casey did not hesitate to shout out such a sum just to buy a painting—even the Ptolemy family was not so wealthy.
"Is Young Master Casey drunk? Or did he earn a lot of money from somewhere?"
Many people were confused. After hearing Casey's bid of 100,000 gold coins, they did not dare to raise the price anymore. Spending more than 100,000 gold coins to buy a cursed painting—was not that crazy?
"No more bids? Then, that painting shall belong to Young Master Casey."
