Chapter 189 Protection Charm (1/2)
Chapter 189: Protection Charm
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The case was opened, revealing a miniature crossbow.
The miniature crossbow was made of steel. It was hard to tell if the exterior was actually coated with silver paint or if it were real steel itself, but it was extremely shiny and smooth. It reflected the light from the spotlights, sparkling on stage.
It was a small bow, with a length of about eight inches and width of six inches. It was like a silver bird with its wings outstretched.
The auctioneer brought up the miniature crossbow, on it was attached a quiver. He then stuffed six arrows into the bow and said in a loud voice, ”Now, everyone pay attention to what I have on hand. Barnett made this crossbow himself. I won’t be explaining who he is, but if you don’t know, then you wouldn’t buy this fella anyway.
”This fella is called ”Pterosaur Rage”—handcrafted with aluminum, steel, and bronze, its arrows are made of carbon fiber and stainless steel—definitely a deadly weapon.
”I will now begin accepting offers—500 dollars seems like a good starting price, so 500 dollars, 500 dollars, 500 dollars for Barnette’s handcrafted crossbow, together with fifty arrows!”
Hans raised his hand and said, ”550 dollars!”
”Alright, 550 dollars, 550, 550—anyone for 600 dollars? Without a doubt, something of this workmanship is worth 600 dollars…”
”Me, 600 dollars!”
”Alright 600 dollars, 600, 600—congratulations kiddo, but it doesn’t belong to you yet—650, 650, anyone going for it?”
Hans raised his hand again, yelling, ”700 dollars!”
”Seven hundred fifty!”
”Eight hundred!”
”Eight hundred fifty!”
Hans shook his hand and yelled, ”One thousand!”
The crowd groaned and mumbled. The ones who had made an offer previously took a step back, indicating that they had given up on the crossbow.
The auctioneer called three times for 1,000 dollars; with no one bidding, he slammed the hammer and said, ”Alright, now this ferocious little pterosaur belongs to that buddy over there. A round of applause for him while we bring out the new babies.”
Another bunch of items came out, including the motorcycles.
At that moment, the crowd burst into cheers and applause, while several young people squeezed to the front. They were all potential soon-to-be owners.
They looked different from when they were first assembled. Stephen and Hannah had given the motorcycles a fresh coat of paint, with the three bikes each different colors: red, white, and black.
On top of the glossy paint coating were decals of flames, skulls, Cerberus, and other details, making the motorcycles seem more manly and tough.
The auctioneer yelled into the megaphone, ”Alright, a beast has appeared—these were provided by a good fella named ”Hans Fox”... don’t ask me who that is, because even I don’t know…”
Hans was laughing from below; he waved to the surrounding people, then pointed to his own chest, implying that these were goods he had provided.
”But we don’t need to care who the previous owner was, we just need to remember who the new owners will be, don’t tell me the young ones aren’t feeling up for it…”
”Look at this: these monsters have a 600cc displacements, and they are undeniably the kings of beasts. Look at how beautiful the workmanship is—I’m starting to think that they might be descendants of the monsters in Soviet…
”We all know that the more simple motorcycles are built, the easier they are to maintain, and the more thrilling they are to ride, so let’s give these a starting bid of one thousand dollars. I believe everyone should to happy to make an offer…”
Immediately, someone called out: ”One thousand—me, me, me!”
”One thousand one hundred—I’ll take it!”
”One thousand five!”