The merchants who attended the auction, most of whom were well-versed and experienced, had seen more luxurious auctions and constructions with their own eyes, which weren't particularly astonishing to them.
But if the aspect of time was considered, it was terrifying.
This construction efficiency could only be matched by magic after combing through the surrounding regions; no one else could compare.
The purely natural Elf style also intrigued many people.
It gave them a clearer understanding of the strength of the new owner of the Weizemay Manor.
"The time has come. The Weizemay Manor Ghost Grape Wine Auction officially begins," an ethereally pleasant voice announced from the auction stage, its volume not loud but instantly permeating the whole auction hall.
Many merchants were surprised to discover that the voice didn't emanate from the auction stage but rather from around them, off the tea tables, where a delicate pot held a single trumpet flower—the source of the voice.
