tuck tuck.
My heart was beating thumping with the sound of heels hitting.
"Hey… gods?"
I muttered as I left the banquet hall.
[Hesed, the god of knowledge, coughs.]
Ah, I guess the mini thunderbolt was just a hesed.
"Thank you so much for this thunderbolt."
As soon as I finished speaking, a dialog box popped up.
[Hesed, the god of knowledge winks.]
[Odyssey, god of love, pats Chesed on the back and encourages him.]
[Monde, the god of art, puts down the corn cake he was eating with a sad expression.]
I approached Dwayne, who was waiting, and he opened the carriage door.
All the way back to the temple, I had a headache and a burning face.
"Ugh… crazy…"
After a while, I returned to the temple, arrived at the room, and sat down at my desk.
Of course, I never did anything to be ashamed of, but Ariel wasn't. Thanks to that, I was afraid that the innocent would be put to shame.
"It would be better to go sooner."
When I thought of Kyle's hard eyebrows and eyes that seemed to eat her, my spine cooled.
'It would be better to move forward with the escape and self-reliance plan.'
Daisy's eyes that wanted to serve only me came to mind, but I struggled to shake it off.
After all, the bride maid's are no different from civil servants, but without me, they will be able to live well.
I pulled out the plan I had written down with impatient eyes. I thought I should look for a cheaper shop or house.
It was about time to go through the real estate books again.
I suddenly stopped, something came to mind and I stopped my hand.
Isn't there a better way than buying a house with this hard-earned money? And after a while I opened my mouth.
"Are the gods over there?"
The dialog box flashed. It was a sign that the gods were answering.
I smiled and pointed to a god.
"Monde, help me."
[The art god Monde answers your call.]
***
After a while.
I strangled Reyhaas to participate in a charity art auction.
"This earthenware was donated by Count Ballmer. I will start with the asking price of 100 francs, a jar used to hold holy water in the ancient temple of Euros."
Next to me was sitting next to the paladin Dwayne, whom I had attached, wearing a plain dress like an aristocratic maiden, as it wouldn't bother me if they found out I was a saint.
The auction house was putting up the precious items brought by the nobles to the auction.
"100 francs!"
"120 francs!"
"150 francs!"
"200 francs!"
"Are there any more? 200 francs, 200 francs, 200 francs! Successful bid!"
'To. What?'
In an instant, a pottery that looked like it was made by an elementary school student was sold for 200 francs.
Since 1,000 francs is the cost of living for common people a year, it is quite a high price.
[Monde, the god of art, clicks his tongue.]
A chat window was flashing in front of me.
The way I decided to make money was through 'art auctions'.
Why doesn't it often appear in the news? This is the story of how the item that was sold at a low price at an auction was in fact a treasure and became a billionaire.
I decided to make good use of this point because the god of art emotion, no, the god of art was with me.
I don't know why, but the gods were very interested in me and eager to help me, so I'm lucky.
After a while, a portrait appeared in a pretty frame studded with brilliant jewels. It is said that this is the pre-wedding appearance of Princess Eugenia, who passed away 100 years ago.
I looked at the chat window because it looked beautiful and luxurious to me, but there was no response.
"300 francs!"
"500 francs!"
"1,000 francs!"
The portrait quickly went up for bid and eventually sold for 2,000 francs.
'Oh, I should have bought it!'
But it was also a price that I couldn't buy as I had only 300 francs saved anyway.
I tried to hide my bitterness.
The next item that came out was a small dagger. The crude-shaped dagger was inside the scabbard, and a little blue light flowed through it.
The scabbard and sword handle that looked like they were rusted were proof of the dagger's age.
Then the dialog flashed.
[Monde, the god of art, looks carefully at the sword.]
'Ohh.'
I lean forward and begin to focus on the object.
"This dagger was donated by the Marquis Altmer. Created by a foreign artist by mixing dragon bone and bronze, it is a simple yet beautiful piece of art that expresses reverence for the gods. Again, this is a noble dagger with dragon bones in it. It's not easy to see items like this on the auction house."
Could hear people murmuring at the word "Dragon Bone". I don't know, but it was probably a precious and expensive material.
"Not even one-tenth of the mix, and they call it all dragon bones."
"That's right. Just looking at it doesn't make it dirty. What a noble dagger.
A terrifying voice was heard from behind.
With 0.0001% of truffle added, a special thing called truffle content seems to be happening here as well. So people seem to have lost interest in precious materials.
Is that sword really like that?
[The art god Monde looks at the sword with a serious expression.]
After a while the auction started again.
"I will start with 50 francs."
Even if it is 50 francs, it is by no means a small amount because it is close to 1 million won if replaced in modern terms.
"50 francs!"
But 50 francs came out easily among the crowd. Many aristocrats want to show off their wealth at a charity auction.
I waited anxiously for Monde's verdict to come out.
'Monde, hurry up!'
"50 francs!"
[Monde, the god of art, points to the dagger.]
"100 francs!"
I hurriedly picked up the plate with 100 francs written on it.
People's eyes turned to me, and some of them were smiling. She seemed to be a girl who was ignorant and wasted money.
Even the nobleman who sang 50 francs was smiling and whispering to the person next to him.
"100 francs! 100 francs! 100 francs won!"
Fortunately, no one sang more than me. So I was able to win the dagger.
I could feel Dwayne looking back at me with a puzzled expression on my happy face.
'They say they have plans!'
I stood up from my seat with a triumphant expression on my face.
After a while, I paid the price and received the dagger and headed straight for the downtown area.
"I have a place I need to stop by. It won't take long."
"Yes, I will go with you."
Dwayne replied without saying a word, nodding his head.
"Monde, this is really expensive, isn't it? It looks cheap."
I put my hand to my mouth and covered it, then asked in a low voice.
Soon, the chat window flickered and a text came to mind.
[Monde, the god of art, scolds your eyes with an arrogant expression.]
"Try not to."
I muttered to myself and continued walking down the road with the dagger in my hand.