"For the first slave item, we will start with 200 silvers!"
Malaya smiled, but her eyes were cold. '200 silvers right off the bat. Certainly, if Iris was here this whole auction house would suffer immeasurable damage.'
"250 silvers!" A manly man shouted confidently.
"300 silvers!" A woman in her 30's raised her hand.
"500 silvers!"
"Is there no one who will bid more than 500 hundred silvers?!"
This time Malaya yelled once again. "Two golds!"
'I wonder, how long do I need to shout? I hope my voice will make it to the end. And wish that no one will try to interfere with everything. '
Every audience was again flabbergasted when they hear a ridiculous amount for a mere slave once again. And it was the same person who yelled ten thousand golds before.
"The Elf will be sold now for two golds. Calling once, calling twice!"
