"2,000 gold kins."
"It's that booth no. 8 again..."
The raise of 1,000 golds at once shocked others. Normally, people would raise by 100. If not, then it meant that the person was either mad rich or just mad.
"Booth no. 8 bids 2,000 for this adult Craoca. Anyone willing to raise the priz-"
"2,300."
This wasn't a young master. The man's voice came from the first balcony. Someone else was competing now. I couldn't see his face from up above.
I frowned and raised once again, "2,600 gold kins."
The others didn't have any place to bid at all. The families here had no use for such a beast whose potential was limited to only Body Tempering stage. If they forgot to use that medicine on it, then this Craoca might even wreak havoc on the family residence.
"2,800."
The auctioneer waited patiently. I judged the beast, it was healthy. With this much money, I could even hire a Visera Purifying practitioner.
