The woman smiled and winked: "So, I got you a bottle of your belongings and described your recent suffering and strange behavior to them, so that the relief workers still believe you are really struggling on the verge of mutation..."

At this moment, Todd stubbornly insisted, "The reason I didn't go to the relief association is because I still have quite a few relics in my laboratory."

Reaching into the wide nun's robe, the woman, as if by magic, produced another copper tube, much to Todd's astonishment.

"This...this is...?"

Rachel shook the brass tube in her hand and said to Todd, "I've checked your lab. There's only this one bottle of relics in there, and it's the same one you were given with the throat bone. What's going on here?"

Looking at the two brass pipes placed side by side on the table, Todd's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

Regarding the relics, I was indeed careless; I completely forgot about the issue of the inheritor's mutation. If those people from the relief association found out that I possessed a method to cure the mutation, it's obvious what would happen next.

"Whether you admit it or not, I only brought this up to prove two things to you. First, I have no ill intentions towards you, and I hope we can help each other and work together to help those alien species; second, regarding the matter of the successor, although I helped you cover it up this time, next time, even I don't know where a slip-up might occur, so I hope you can be careful..." After saying this, Rachel stood up, bowed to Todd, and turned to open the door.

Just as the woman stepped out of the room, a voice from behind made her stop.

“Ratchet, wait a minute.” Todd pointed to the chair in front of him again and said slowly, “I would like to hear your opinion on how to arrange these aliens.”

With her face towards the door and her back to the room, Rachel smiled slightly, took a few steps back, and closed the door.

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The next day, some residents who had gone out of town on business discovered a group of villagers working in the fields in the normally deserted southeast of Muxi Town. Upon inquiring, they learned that the villagers were serfs who had fled from the far south. When they arrived in town, they had no food or clothing, but fortunately, they were taken in by a priest.

While everyone sighed with regret, no one paid any more attention, because a major event was about to take place in the town—the auction of sacred bones.

The 30-day priority purchase period for the 1,000 Holy Bones of the "Twilight West Mutual Aid Society" has ended. Priority purchasers have purchased a total of 780 Holy Bones at a price of 1 Silver Moon per bone. The remaining 220 Holy Bones will automatically enter the auction process according to the rules originally set.

The following restrictions apply to auctioneers:

1. The number of relics held by the auctioneer shall not exceed 50.

Second, the auctioneer of the sacred bone must be a legal resident of Twilight Town, that is, own property and reside in the town.

Third, anyone who possesses the Sacred Relics and moves out of Twilight Town during the holding period shall be deemed to have relinquished the Sacred Relics.

On the day of the auction, the venue was still the square in front of the church, and the auctioneer was still Father Todd.

What's different today is that the number of people who came is almost exaggerated. In addition to the townspeople who came to participate in the auction and watch the excitement, there were even more strangers from outside the town.

Meanwhile, the merchants in Muxi Town who hadn't managed to buy the "Mutual Aid Society" sacred bones were whispering and exchanging glances at each other in the meeting hall. What people didn't know was that they had already held a secret meeting before the auction and had privately divided up the 220 sacred bones for no more than three silver months.

Todd glanced up at the sun, nodded, and gestured for Huggins to ring the bell in the square. He then announced loudly, "I hereby declare the auction of the sacred relics of the 'Twilight Mutual Aid Society' to begin!"

As Todd raised the first holy relic, a merchant in town who sold cheap spices eagerly raised his hand: "I'll offer three silver moons!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The merchant glanced around smugly, secretly amused. The town's merchants had already agreed on the order and quantity of the auction for the sacred relics; there was no way anyone could compete.

"I'll offer 5 Silver Moons."

The spice merchant froze, looking in the direction of the sound. A middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing a linen robe and carrying a long sword at his waist, had just lowered his hand.

"Wait a minute! You're not from Muxi Town! You have no right to buy the Sacred Bone!" the merchant shouted, drawing support from many of his fellow merchants.

The bearded middle-aged man grinned: "My name is Wilder. I used to live in Watchtower. Just ten days ago, I bought a house on West Street and plan to settle down in Twilight Town with my family. According to the auction rules, I have the right to participate."

"Ten Silver Moons!"

This time, it was a short, stout couple who spoke. The stout woman said, "I am Mrs. Raglan. My husband and I were originally merchants, and we recently returned from the far south. A few days ago, we bought a property in Muxi Town and plan to settle here. We should also have the right to participate in the auction."

Soon, more and more new faces joined the auction. They came from every town in the Silver Ring Kingdom and had already purchased property in Twilight Town, sparing no expense to buy a single sacred bone.

The merchants in the town were listless and pale.