"My Lords, although this artifact has some limitations, it comes from the plane of the gods after all. The energy and materials it contains are top-notch!"
"Even if we dismantle it, we can still obtain a lot of rare materials to build other equipment. This is a sure-win business."
Mirabelle tried her best to arouse everyone's enthusiasm for bidding.
Martin listened to Mirabelle's words, and something clicked in his mind. He thought about how he still had a lot of work to do in the Trade Star Realm, and perhaps the materials from this artifact could be useful.
And, at the current price, it seems to be a good deal.
"Eighty thousand Star Coins!" Martin raised his hand and shouted loudly.
His voice instantly attracted the attention of the entire audience.
No one expected that even though everyone was pessimistic, there were still people willing to raise the price.
The tree man looked at Martin in surprise and whispered, "Are you sure you want to shoot this? The risk is quite high."
Martin smiled at the tree man and replied softly, "I have my considerations. Thank you for the reminder."
Mirabelle saw someone raise the price, and a delighted smile appeared on her face. "Okay, this gentleman bids 80,000 Star Coins. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?"
Her eyes wandered around the venue, hoping that other creatures would bid.
However, after everyone in the audience whispered to each other, no one answered.
Mirabelle was delighted and began to count down: "80,000 Star Coins once, 80,000 Star Coins twice..."
Just as she was about to shout out for the third time, a voice came from a private room on the second floor: "Eighty-five thousand Star Realm Coins."
Martin frowned slightly. He didn't expect that someone would come out to compete at the critical moment.
He thought for a moment and shouted again: "Ninety thousand Star Coins!"
He already had a plan in mind: if the price was within his expected range, he would get the artifact no matter what.
There was silence in the private room for a moment, and then a voice was heard again: "Ninety-five thousand Star Coins." The other party seemed determined to win it.
Martin gritted his teeth and shouted, "One hundred thousand Star Coins!"
This is already the upper limit of his psychological price range.
If the other party continues to raise the price, he will have no choice but to give up.
The whole place was silent, and everyone was waiting for the response from the private room.
Mirabelle looked at the second floor nervously, her hand unconsciously tightening around the microphone.
Finally, a sigh came from the private room: "Forget it, let him have it."
Mirabelle's face lit up with a brilliant smile as she announced loudly, "Congratulations to this gentleman for winning this artifact at the price of 100,000 Star Coins!"
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