Devi's frantic voice echoed within the room, and it made Gura's body twitch as he turned his head to her while knitting his brows. Devi shrunken her body as she opened her mouth.
"I am sorry".
"... Keep raising it!".
"Okay".
{Room number four raised the bid to eleven million gold, and Oh number nineteen seems determined to raise the bid to twelve million. Between these two VIPs, which one who will come out victorious}
Miss Lawrence's voice from the monitor faded as the demons kept raising the bid, still battling with the number nineteen room. The digits had already touched thirty million, which made the demon side knit their brows in annoyance.
Gura, in particular, wants to blast the VIP room number nineteen and consume everyone inside it right this instant.
"Raise it till fifty, and if they keep insisting. We will give up for now".
"But lord, my father said…".
