When I was worried about my Naiti bow for a dozen silver coins yesterday, thinking about how I could sell the few items I had to get a weapon for Kurtz on his trip to the wilderness, I never imagined that today I would be sitting in the stands at the auction, enjoying the delight of a hundred people hounding me for my magic scrolls. It was a superb feeling, like being praised by several tables of guests for the first time I had ever made a cold dish, a feeling of approval. But then it became clear that things were beyond my knowledge, and I actually didn't know that the scrolls I had made had the ability to be used repeatedly, knowing that it wasn't that there were no scrolls that could be used repeatedly, but only with intermediate or higher level magic scrolls that would use the number of uses. The second-rate, simplified version of the Fire Gathering Magic Scroll, which was so low-end and not even a beginner's scroll, would have absolutely no possibility of repeated use, but now this feature was exactly there, which is why a second-rate beginner's magic scroll of the life class, which was only one-ninth the size of a normal scroll, could fetch a super high price close to that of a normal scroll, knowing that a normal magic scroll was only like a gold coin.
Ten minutes later I saw Katrina returning with her money bag, followed by one or two of the auction orc attendants who were escorting her until Katrina was safely back in her seat. Kiger took the bag of money from Katrina, weighed it and opened the pockets to count the gold coins inside.
By this time there was a new twist in the room as the orc auctioneer, Koro, stood on the square platform and threw his hands up in the air, shouting, "Three gold and seventy-five silver, is there any more? Any?"
At that second, all the sounds in the arena were drowned out by Koro's loud voice, and he managed to attract our attention. I looked up at a piece of bone gaiter on the square table in the middle of the field, each piece polished into a smooth piece of armour, delicately attached to the sheepskin tights by an unknown filament. The bone gaiters were light and durable looking, even the sheepskin lining inside was well preserved, and there were not even many scars on the bone pieces. I was curious as to what kind of beast's bone fragments could fetch such a high price for gaiters. Unfortunately, it was a piece of gaiters that could only be worn by an adult werewolf or human, and it looked a little too big for Kurtz and me, but smaller than a pair of quarter shorts for the minotaur warriors on the field.
"Deal!"
Koro shouted, only to see the human merchant, who had been driven to the back seat by the orc shaman with his money bag in hand, rushing forward and surprisingly handing the attendant four gold coins on the spot, happily wrapping the bone gaiter in a piece of cotton cloth and carrying it back to his seat. Only then did Koko take her eyes off the merchant's body and turn her head to ask Jumbach, "Why didn't you bid? Obviously this bone gaiter is much stronger than the chainmail leggings you have on.
Strongbach smiled nervously and explained to Sister Gogo, "Actually, I was more interested in seeing if there was a suitable shield!"
I sat aside, unable to understand, and asked Sister Gogo beside me, "Sister, why is that gaiter so expensive?"
Sister Gogo turned her head back and once again glanced at the human merchants at the end of the left stand and whispered to me, "The bone gaiters just sold have bone armour pieces made from the skulls of wilderness hyenas, which can be considered a specialty of the wilderness at the northern foot of the Pai Plateau, and these wilderness hyena skulls are much stronger than fine iron armour pieces, in addition to being lighter in texture, far more comfortable than wearing cold It is more comfortable than wearing cold iron chainmail leggings, but the wilderness hyenas have always been vicious and cunning, even the beast hunters who hunt on the plateau all year round are not easy to hunt the wilderness hyenas, to make such a piece of bone gaiters, at least two dozen adult wilderness hyena skulls are needed. "
"So expensive! Wouldn't they make a good profit then!" I exclaimed, causing the orcs around me to turn their heads and look at me. When they saw that it was actually a human child talking, they stopped paying attention to me and focused on the auctioneer, Koro, on the stage.
I was so embarrassed by the fuss I was making that I gave me a blank look and said, "What do you think these merchants are doing here? Are they here on a trip? Every year at this time, the beast hunters sell a lot of handmade armour and weapons in exchange for supplies to prepare for their trip to the wilderness. This is when merchants from all over converge on the edges of the wasteland to buy these weapons and equipment. Why else do you think Leipas sent the thunder rhinoceros all the way over here just to deliver those ingots of fine iron? They wouldn't be enough to pay for shipping! The only way to make a profitable living is to get the good stuff that the orcs have been saving up and bring it back to the empire. These merchants can only be considered petty traders."
My mouth balled into an O. I had never thought that Master Leipas' caravan had actually come for the orc spring hunt, and had caught the orc tribe at its most difficult time by coming all the way from the Dwarf King's capital. The orc tribes in the wilderness are now struggling for food, and it is better to have a full stomach than anything else.
As expected, the next few groups of human merchants on the field were like flies on rotten eggs, buzzing around like flies on rotten eggs, with their huge funds, seemingly wanting to buy back everything, as long as it was cheap enough and of good enough quality. But they also have their principles, and as soon as someone raises the price of an item slightly so that the profit on the auction is less than 100 per cent, they immediately call it quits and don't even bother with the best stuff.
In this way, when someone among the orcs had a good idea of what was to be sold, as soon as the price was raised to a certain level, the human merchants would almost simultaneously close down and wait for the next lot. I thought this was good, the turnover was very high, there were hardly any stray items, and the items that could be bid on were of such high quality that as soon as they were put up for sale, a merchant would call out the reserve price.
I asked her what she wanted to buy, but she didn't tell me, so I thought, "I'll know if you buy it, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. After two dozen items had been auctioned off, the orc waiter finally brought up a dark red longbow covered with a layer of russet copper, on the back of the longbow were carved magic patterns of secret silver, like a ring of silver. It was clear from the texture that this bow, covered in enchanted red bronze, must have cost a fortune.
Instead of taking the longbow out of the tray, the auctioneer had the attendant walk around the square table with the wooden tray and began to introduce the dark red longbow: "Scorching Bow, this is an exquisite blue quality magic weapon from the Dwarf Kingdom, which temporarily increases the owner's strength by 1 point, agility by 3 points and has a certain chance of inflicting additional fire damage when attacking from a distance. A chance of dealing additional flame damage when attacking from long range. The starting bid is ten gold."
(Attributes: are standardised by adult male physique, strength 10, agility 10, physique 10, spirit 10. An increase of one point of strength is equivalent to an increase of one tenth of the strength of an adult male, and three points of agility is equivalent to an increase of three tenths of the agility of an adult male)
I can't imagine who would sell such a good bow with a blue-quality bow and a magic spell that increases damage like 'Scorch Damage'. When Koro shouted out the words 'Scorching Bow', the room was abuzz with excitement. It seemed that this magical weapon was also making a name for itself.
The leader of the Wind Chase Adventure Group, Viru, who had been sitting beside Qiang Ba, was so excited that he stood up at once, his eyes blazingly staring at the dark red longbow, and his breathing became rapid for a while.
The price of ten gold was the equivalent of what a family of three orcs could earn in three years without eating or drinking, and the equivalent of what a family of three in the imperial capital of the Green Empire could earn in a year without eating or drinking, and this was just the starting price. The auction room has become very chaotic, with most orc warriors preferring to have a long-range weapon in addition to a good melee weapon, for example, the minotaurs prefer a flying axe, the centaurs a flying spear and the werewolves a longbow. Orc hunters, on the other hand, prefer to have a longbow and a good melee weapon. Half of the orc warriors in the auction room were hunters, and when they saw such a rare and valuable bow, they immediately became red-eyed and started bidding for it, creating chaos.
The price of ten gold climbed to twenty gold in just a few moments.
At this point, the few human merchant groups withdrew and stopped bidding.
There were not many orc hunters in the auction room who could put up twenty gold, so the atmosphere suddenly seemed to cool down. One of them was a young werewolf warrior sitting beside the old orc shaman, the witch doctor, who was wearing light armour embroidered with golden patterns in dark purple and carrying a halberd behind his back, sitting upright beside the old shaman, with powerful explosive power in his well-toned muscles.
"Twenty gold! Is there more? This young werewolf warrior has bid 20 gold, is there a higher bid for this blue quality scorching bow?"
In the corner, a Beast Lycanthrope warrior, wrapped in ragged fur, raised his head, revealing his golden pupils, and his faint murderous aura filled the entire auction hall, causing the temperature to plummet. Only to hear him say, "Twenty-five gold."
No one in the room had yet raised the price of gold at once, and the unassuming-looking lion-tiger seemed to be trying to scare away some of the small fry. The young werewolf warrior, still sitting steadily beside the old shaman, opened his mouth and said, "Twenty-six gold."
"Thirty gold." The beastly lion-tiger warrior slowly sat his tall body upright, and his head, which had been covered by a tattered leather cloak, was suddenly revealed. After allowing the wound to heal, the white bones of his face were revealed, making it terrifying to look at.
"Drink! I thought who was shouting that he dared to snatch the Scorching Bow from the young brave of the War Wolf Clan, going so far as not even to give face to Elder Charuk. It turns out to be Lord Bifron of the Lion and Tiger Clan, how dare you travel to the Northern Foothills Wasteland alone and actually dare to stop in a werewolf town, is it a pity that that claw of the Kutus Wolf King did not crush your head!" The voice came from the shadows of the shack, an odd, shadowy sound like the cracking of dry firewood, and it made your heart clench.
The Lion and Tiger, called Bifron, did not flinch, but sneered and grunted, "Who are you to meddle in my affairs? Has the Chamber of Commerce of Yemen Town become a lapdog of Curtus, bending over backwards at his nostrils? Am I, a Lion and Tiger from a foreign land, not allowed to buy the bow you are auctioning?"
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