Just like that, the auction began in full swing, with countless pieces of land getting introduced and sold off to the victors.
"300 thousand Vyns!"
"500 thousand Vyns!"
"1 million Vyns!"
"6 million Vyns!"
"10 Million Vyns!"
(*^*)
Tense.
The atmosphere quickly changed to that of a battlefield with countless families going neck to neck to get what they wanted.
They raised their swords and struck with all their might, creating a deadly intertwined tense arena within the scene.
Yes! Their words were their swords. And with one fierce word, they quickly stabbed their opponents and proved their worth as the victors.
Trembling. Trembling. Trembling~
Their bodies trembled from the tense air in the room. And for many, this tension made them hot-blooded and passionate instead.
It was the kind of tension and excitement similar to watching and bidding on horse rallies or shows.
