"150,000."
"170,000."
"200,000!"
One bid after another rose and fell.
Number 311 looked anxiously at the Azure Sword, not having enough gold coins, and paced back and forth with his little feet...
400,000.
Behind her, the sign for number 412 was raised, and she calmly called out an extremely terrifying number.
That's doubled from the previous 200,000 gold coins!
Moreover, judging from the composed demeanor of number 412, it seems that taking out 400,000 gold coins is nothing to him.
A look of confusion appeared on the girl's face behind the mask.
When 412 left the team, he was penniless. How did he become so rich?
Even though the other person was wearing a mask, those eyes were so familiar that she quickly recognized Number 412's true identity.
She would never forget the culprit who turned her into 'Captain Joker'.
"Spending 400,000 on a level 15 weapon is definitely a huge rip-off."
When the girl angrily cursed,
410,000.
The VIP with number 009 in the front row raised his bidding paddle.
It seems that more than one person believes this weapon is worth over 400,000.
Linda frowned, raised the sign, and spoke in a calm and gentle tone, making it impossible to guess his feelings: "420,000."
430,000.
440,000.
450,000.
In the heart of the bidding battle, only the two of them remained.
When the price of 450,000 was announced, Lin Da's heart skipped a beat; he was a little nervous, as this was all his savings.
If this were in a game, he would already be using the blue app to apply for a loan, and this sword would bring him even greater profits.
However, the loan process in this other world is more complicated.
A distant source of water cannot quench an immediate thirst; Linda hadn't expected that even bringing so many gold coins wouldn't be enough.
500,000.
Number 009 raises a sign.
This number chilled Linda's burning passion.
Compared to those star-level adventurers in the first row, the gap in wealth is still too large.
A single purple item that drops from a high-level dungeon can be as valuable as a regular orange item.
Over time, each star-ranked adventurer accumulates a substantial fortune.
And at that moment,
The woman with the number 004, wearing a cat mask, turned her head and glanced at him.
A voice, as if it were a hallucination, rang in my ears: "Go."
What?
Linda frowned in confusion.
A very strange feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart.
A cold wind blew in from somewhere, making him shiver violently.
The surrounding silence seemed to conceal a hidden murderous intent.
The cat-masked woman's reminder was like lighting the fuse of a bomb, making Linda hear the hissing sound of burning.
A strong sense of foreboding began to grow in his heart.
The next moment, a deafening roar erupted.
The ceiling above my head had completely shattered.
Huge bricks and stones fell with a crash, accompanied by billowing dust!
Dozens of powerful auras suddenly appeared, like lights lit in the darkness.
Linda looked up in surprise.
They were a group of black-robed men wearing black devil masks, with a thumb-sized horn on the right side of their foreheads, and weapons drawn in their hands.
"Doomsday Cult?"
The iconic mask caused Linda's expression to change.
A cult that worships demons and gods and intends to bring the end of the world to this continent.
The members inside are either lunatics or psychopaths!
The auction hall was in complete chaos.
The sounds of tumbling gravel, exclamations, curses, and complaints mingled together in a chaotic cacophony.
Fortunately, most of them were experienced adventurers who quickly calmed down after the initial panic.
Everyone activated their internal magic circuits, entering battle mode.
Linda recalled the reminder from the cat mask number 004 earlier, and with a hint of doubt, she stared intently ahead.
Number 004 was no longer seen in the first row.
A sudden scream drew everyone's attention.
On the auction stage, the blonde, elegantly dressed Miss Meisi covered her chest in disbelief.
A blood-stained sword tip pierced through his chest.
The auctioneer was killed by a short, monkey-like member of the Doomsday Cult!
The horns of the demon mask on the man's face were green. He let out a strange, chuckling laugh and grabbed the Azure Sword, tucking it behind his back.
Upon seeing the weapon being stolen, everyone was filled with shock and anger.
A powerful weapon worth over 500,000 gold would be a huge loss if it fell into the hands of the Doomsday Cult, and countless adventurers might lose their lives because of it in the future.
When dealing with this cult, we should destroy our weapons and resources rather than let them take them!
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