"Five million gold!"
An aged voice rang out, breaking the silence of the auction house's hall.
Jovie Lee was dumbstruck, her face full of disbelief.
Keer was also stunned, her gaze on Wyatt Barnes full of heat and admiration.
Wyatt Barnes himself was taken aback.
He had recognized the voice, the elderly gentleman in green from before, who was about to become the president of the Blackwind City alchemists' guild, the 'Seventh Grade Alchemist'.
Five million gold?
This price had far surpassed that of the 'Azure-eyed Heavenly Rat' cub.
The first thought in Wyatt Barnes' mind was:
The money spent on the Azure-eyed Heavenly Rat has already been recouped!
His second thought was:
He finally understands the meaning of the phrase 'the rare is the precious'.
Within the auction house's hall, the bid unsurprisingly caused a sensation.
"The guild president himself has bid 'Five million gold'?"
"Although he's a seventh-grade alchemist, he shouldn't have that much money, right?"
