Chapter 1132 Beat them with Brains
"Nimbosia is truly one of the most beautiful domains, with its endless rain and vibrant city. Many would give anything to experience the soothing rain and explore its wonders. And when this war finally comes to an end, Nimbosia will once again become an attractive destination. At that time, everyone will flock back to Nimbosia to witness its revival." Meenal's voice carried a note of nostalgia as she continued, However, a noble from the Kael family raised a question, "Why would we need another travel rune to Nimbosia and Thunderdale when all the divine portals in the Runemasters Guild already have them?"
Meenal chuckled in response.
"Not everyone can access the divine portals," she said, her eyes shifting toward the commoners. She knew that the underworld and the Thieves Guild had a vested interest in travel runes because they didn't have the luxury of using the divine portals in the Runemasters Guild to move between realms. "Once the war is over, you get to travel between Thunderdale and Nimbosia if you don't like the divine portals,"
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Meenal continued to tease the crowd a bit longer before finally starting the bid.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, for these exquisite travel runes, I shall start the bidding at a mere two hundred thousand gold coins. A small price to pay for the convenience of traveling between domains without the need for divine portals," she announced, her voice filled with excitement as she awaited the bids to roll in.
Meenal and the nobles were well aware that for individuals of their stature, access to the divine portals within the Runemaster Guilds made traveling between domains a trivial matter. However, they also understood that the situation was vastly different for those in the criminal underworld and the Thieves Guild.
In the seedy underbelly of the realms, crude methods of inter-domain travel were common, and they paled in comparison to the efficient, safe, and reliable divine portals crafted by the skilled runemasters. The potential buyers for these travel runes were not among the nobility but rather hidden in the shadows, eagerly waiting for a chance to buy such a valuable tool for their illicit activities.
"Three hundred thousand," a voice called from the common area, confirming Meenal's expectations. Michael glanced out of the window and saw several individuals in disguise, concealing their identities with hoods and masks. The one who had just bid also wore a dark hood that obscured his face.
"Three hundred and fifty," Michael spoke up, participating in the auction for the first time.
Rurik, somewhat inebriated, couldn't help but laugh. He questioned Michael's motives, wondering if he had criminal intentions.
"Oh, he's much more," Raphael replied with a smile.
"Four hundred thousand," another hooded figure from the common area countered Michael's bid.
Raphael enjoyed hunting and was eager for the God of Darkness to buy the travel runes. He longed for a challenge and didn't like being stuck in his mountain with nothing to do. Nowadays, there were very few rogue gods left because most had joined the pantheon when they were offered a place there. This made Raphael's role as a hunter almost obsolete. So, he was looking forward to the excitement of hunting, especially when it involved chasing the God of Darkness.
"Four hundred and fifty," Michael calmly raised the bid once more.
Meenal was genuinely surprised to see someone from the VIP pavilion participating in the bidding for the travel runes.
The hooded figures in the common area continued to raise their bids, and Michael calmly countered each one.
"Five hundred thousand," one of the hooded figures called out.
"Five hundred and fifty," Michael replied without a hint of urgency.
"Six hundred thousand," another figure bid.
"Six hundred and fifty," Michael countered confidently.
The bidding war went on, with the hooded figures trying to outbid each other, but Michael remained composed and determined to secure the travel runes. Each time they raised the bid, he responded with a higher offer.
"Seven hundred thousand," a bidder declared.
"Seven hundred and fifty," Michael stated firmly.
The atmosphere in the auction hall grew tense as the bids escalated, but Michael was unshaken, ready to keep countering their offers.
As Michael continued to raise the bid by fifty thousand gold coins, the commoners and nobles in the hall began to enjoy the spectacle. They watched with amusement as the bidding war between the hooded figures and Michael unfolded.
Some of the nobles couldn't help but comment, their voices filled with a mix of amusement and slight irritation. "Who is this fellow in the blacksmith guild pavilion?" one noble whispered. "He's acting like a noble, but he's embarrassing us. Doesn't he know when to give a bid that others can't outbid?"
Others nodded in agreement, their attention divided between the ongoing bids and their murmured discussions about the mysterious bidder from the blacksmith guild pavilion.
"Lad, why are you even bidding for those runes? You can travel to Nimbosia using the divine portals in the Runemasters guild for way fewer coins," Rurik commented, sipping his ale.
"Let's just say I like how they are glowing," Michael replied with a mischievous smile, though Rurik could see through his obvious lie.
"One million," suddenly, someone in the Alistair family pavilion raised the bid.
"Two million," another person in the Kael family countered the bid.
"It seems like they want to seek revenge for that book you outbid them for," Raphael said with an amused tone. It had been a long time since he had witnessed the quarrels and pettiness of mortals.
"Fuck, why are they even bidding?" Ayag growled in frustration.
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