The price continued to soar, and the card players were all red-eyed, as if they had forgotten everything, and the only thing in their eyes was the shining gold-edged legendary card.
"Ten thousand gold coins!" After a card player who looked like a wealthy businessman shouted out this number, the surroundings instantly became quiet.
Everyone gasped. This price was far beyond everyone's expectations.
The businessman glanced around proudly, as if he had already secured victory.
"Ten thousand gold coins!" This shout was like a heavy hammer, hitting Sigma's heart hard.
Ten thousand gold coins, that was a huge fortune that he could not even dream of.
In his entire life, he had never seen so many gold coins at one time, let alone owning them.
This money is enough for him to completely get rid of his current difficult life. He will be able to live in a spacious and bright house, no longer have to worry about three meals a day, and buy all kinds of things that he never dared to think of before.
However, Sigma's heart was in extreme conflict.
He looked down at the gold-bordered legendary card in his hand that was carrying countless gazes. The dynamic card face of "Blood Elf Thrall" seemed to be staring at him, as if waiting for his decision.
This is a unique existence in the entire Aize continent, and it is a treasure that many card players dream of.
Once sold, he would no longer be able to own this extremely collectible and powerful card.
In the world of cards, owning such a card means having supreme glory and status, and being able to become the focus of attention in countless duels.
To sell or not to sell?
This question kept circling in Sigma's mind like a fierce battle.
If he sells it, he can get tangible material improvements; if he doesn't sell it, he will continue to live in poverty, but he can keep this card that makes him so excited.
At this moment, the Lord of Plague keenly sensed the surging desires deep in the hearts of the card players around him.
Feelings of jealousy, envy, and greed, like thick fog, permeated the room.
For the Lord of Plague, these negative emotions were like excellent nutrients to nourish his strength, making him feel vaguely refreshed.
The Lord of Plague looked at the conflicted expression on Sigmar's face, then glanced at the group of crazy card players.
He seemed to have thought of something, and said to Sigma: "Sigma, I can see that you like this card very much. Money can be earned again, but if this unique gold-edged legendary card is sold, it will never be found again. If you really can't bear to part with it, then keep it. With me by your side, you may be able to obtain more wealth and powerful cards in the future."
Sigmar felt as if the clouds in his heart had cleared and the sun was shining when he listened to the words of the Lord of Plague.
He looked up at the card players around him, his eyes gradually becoming firm.
He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Thank you for your offer, everyone, but I won't sell this card!"
After saying this, he tightly gripped the cards, ignored the surprised, disappointed and even angry looks of the card players around him, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd and hurried away.
The moment he left the card shop, Sigma felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
He knew that he had made a decision that might change his card career, but he firmly believed that this was the choice he really wanted in his heart.
The Lord of Plague looked at Sigma's departing back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he seemed quite satisfied with the result.
The night was as dark as ink, hanging heavily over the sky of the Arcane City.
Sigma was walking hurriedly on the road, carrying the precious gold-edged legendary card "Blood Elf Thrall" in his arms, and he just wanted to get back to his rented house as soon as possible.
The tragic incident of the last invasion of the Arcane City by the ancient gods and demons left the city in ruins.
The buildings on both sides of the street were like severely damaged monsters, in a dilapidated state. Although they were being repaired, the progress was slow, and there were messy construction materials and ruins that had not yet been cleared everywhere.
The street surface is in a mess, with bumps and potholes, and you can easily trip if you are not careful.
What is even more peculiar is that all kinds of trees, roots and vines are spread all over the city.
These plants possess magical and vigorous vitality. Their roots are like tough ropes, holding up and "pulling" this crumbling arcane city, as if they are protecting this land in their own way.
Sigma always felt that there was a faint sneaky voice following him from behind. He was startled and quickened his pace alertly, and his nerves became tense.
The feeling of being watched followed him everywhere, making him feel uncomfortable.
He became more and more frightened and just wanted to escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible and return to his small rental house which gave him a sense of security.
When he turned into a narrow alley, two dark shadows suddenly emerged from the darkness and blocked his way.
Sigma's eyes widened in horror and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He looked at the two people in front of him who had bad intentions, and stammered, "Who are you? What do you want to do? I warn you, don't do anything stupid. There are law enforcers in the Arcane City. If you mess around, you will definitely be punished!"
One of the tall men with a hideous scar on his face sneered and said viciously, "Huh, kid, of course we know what you have. We are here for your blood mage card! This place is remote and deserted. Since the invasion of the ancient gods and the demons, the law enforcers have been vacant. It's late at night now, who would come here? It's very quiet here, even if you disappear, no one will care. So, don't blame us for being cruel, blame yourself for being unlucky and getting something you shouldn't have!"
After saying that, the two of them slowly approached Sigma.
Sigma lowered his head and remained silent, seeming to be frightened and at a loss.
Seeing this, the two men thought he had accepted his fate and a smug look appeared on their faces.
The dagger in the scarred man's hand flashed a cold light in the moonlight. He swung the dagger into the air and approached Sigma step by step, muttering: "Hand over the card obediently, maybe I can give you a chance to live."
Just when the scarred man thought Sigma had given up resistance, Sigma suddenly whispered, "Really? That's great..."
The voice was low, but it carried a hint of elusive meaning.
The scarred man was stunned for a moment, but then he rushed forward viciously, stabbing Sigma with a dagger, shouting, "Kill you, and no one will know!"
However, just as the dagger was about to pierce Sigma, the Lord of Plague instantly possessed Sigma.
Sigma's movements suddenly became agile and powerful. He stretched out his hand like lightning, accurately grasped the wrist of the dagger that was stabbing at him, and then gently squeezed it.
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