Chapter 405 - 407 (1/2)

The doors of the auction house were not open to any visitor, but even putting aside the identity of Yeruashi, whether it was Stussi, who belonged to SP-0, or Doflamingo, who was active in the shadow world, it was naturally not difficult for them to get permission to enter.

Robin, of course, was more interested in ancient architecture, but the auction was already beginning and Yeruashi's dėsɨrė was more important to her.

Although there were no VIP rooms or anything like that in this auction house, but the aristocrats and the rich still stood out a lot because they were sitting in the front rows.

Yeruashi, as always, was very reserved and modest, taking several empty seats in the back rows with Robin and the others.

Although he used an illusion to suppress his sense of presence, but this could not fully restrain his charm and charisma, yet Yeruashi is too attractive and irresistible.

Having taken too noticeable a place, he will inevitably be noticed by others.

”...the next lot will be one of the meito class O Wazamono (21) of the second generation of Muramasa! It is rumored that he is cursed, so it will be very difficult for a weak person to cope with this meito.”

After a number of lots of ancient antiques and the like, finally there was a lot that deserved the attention of Yeruashi.

But it was a cursory glance, nothing more.

Although the meito of the O Wazamono class are considered very rare, but this does not correspond to his majestic image, because even the Kusanagi Blade given to his younger brother was an ancient artifact that surpassed the meito of the Saijo O Wazamono class (12), so even if the meito is purchased just for the sake of decoration, it should still belong to the rarest Saijo O Wazamono class, which hardly has qualifications in the eyes of Yeruashi.

Since there are a large number of strong people living in the Kingdom of Prodens, the meito class O Wazamono (21) of the second generation of Muramas was much more in demand than the previous antiques, paintings and the like.

This can already be considered a very decent price for Meito, because most ordinary sword masters are not very rich.

”Kitetsu and Muramasa series, as well as Murakumogiri...it seems that cursed blades are not so rare among the Meito.”

Robin, who was sitting next to Yeruashi, whispered thoughtfully.

She is not interested in the path of the sword, but in the eyes of an archaeologist who has read a huge number of books, many meito themselves can be part of history, so Robin had no small knowledge in this area.

”Often, strong meito are quite difficult to cope with, and the vast majority of high-class meito have ferocious and aggressive properties that can be extremely harmful to an insufficiently strong owner, which is why many meito began to be called cursed.”

Yeruashi leaned on the back of the chair in front of him and said calmly.

For example, Enmu, one of the meito of the O Wazamono class, using the will of weapons in huge volumes, which leads to a strong depletion of the user's life force, can also be called a cursed blade, just unlike the meito of the Kitetsu series, widely known throughout the world, Enma did not cause the death of too many owners and did not earn the reputation of the cursed meito.

”It looks like Mr. Yeruashi is interested in the damned Meito.”

Doflamingo looked at Yeruashi.

Yeruashi nodded calmly: ”Sort of.”

In the eyes of Yeruashi, the cursed meito was certainly much more interesting than usual, because he wanted to buy meito for decoration and entertainment, and not for battles.

”Hmm...”

Doflamingo secretly decided that immediately after his return, he would use all his connections in the shadow world and the World Government to the maximum, in order to find the cursed Meito of the Saijo class About Wazamono as soon as possible.

He couldn't afford to miss the opportunity to do a favor for a person like Yeruashi.

Doflamingo realized better than anyone else how important such connections are.

After a while.

After a series of relatively ordinary lots, a small wooden table covered with a red silk cloth was rolled out on the stage.

On a thin expensive silk lay a fruit of a bizarre shape, which immediately attracted the eyes of many people.

In the New World, the second half of the Grand Line, even ordinary people were well aware of the devil fruits.