162 Bringing About Their Own Misery (1/2)
”Sixteen thousand gold!”
”Twenty thousand--”
”Twenty-one thousand gold!”
Tyrel's aggressive counters kept the crowd in suspense. Someone dared counter that person and what would happen in the end? They were excited to see such a bidding war take place.
”Twenty-five--”
”Twenty-six thousand gold!”
”Your highness, if you're not careful then we won't have enough for the later items. Please, be prudent with your spending,” warned the royal advisor.
”Don't worry, I'm just trying to force him to dry out his stash. Once he's out, then everyone will thank us and we'll get what we need,” answered Tyrel, paying the old man little attention.
”Thirty thousand gold!”
”Thirty-one thousand gold!”
”...”
”Thirty-one thousand gold going once!”
”Thirty-five thousand gold!”
When Jack momentarily hesitated to raise the bid, Tyrel smiled evilly. If that's the case, the impulsive Jack should almost be at his limit. ”Thirty-six thousand gold!”
”Thirty-six thousand gold going once! Going twice…”
As the long pause came, Tyrel looked proud and felt accomplished. He had shown everyone that he wasn't someone that could be toyed with and forced the auction's biggest spender to waste his money. Now, he should be able to get what he wanted without worry.
”Sold!”
”Gong!”
”WHAT?!” Tyrel shouted at the top of his lungs and stared back at the stage in disbelief.
”Congratulations, you've secured the last bestial ring of this batch, young prince. Now we'll move on to a few more items before bringing out the next batch of bestial rings.”
While some people on the first floor were excited to see the lv. 35 items start to arrive, most everyone was staring at the angry prince and a particular room on the third floor.
Furious, Prince Tyrel glared at that private room on the third floor. He was supposed to only spend twenty thousand on a bestial ring and a maximum of twenty-five thousand. Now, thanks to whoever was inside that room, he had spent thirty-six thousand gold, destroying his bidding budget. How was he going to afford the final items?!
”I'm Tyrel, prince of the Zuran Empire! Who are you to dare belittle and trick me?!”
”Your highness!” This time the royal advisor yelled back but finished with his normal voice. ”There are times where you must prove your bearing and keep calm. Don't make a fool of yourself in front of the other nations.”
”You chose to make the bid, not me. You wanted to compete, you won. Don't blame me for your victory.”
Jack's response caused the others on the second and third floors to swallow some saliva. That mysterious buyer had used the Zuran prince as an example of what would happen if you try and compete. This was a lesson that everyone would remember.
”Keep calm, your highness. There's nothing we can do about it anymore.”
”We should try to--”
”No more! You won't be allowed to compete with him again. You got the item you wanted and now I'll handle the rest of the bids.” The Zuran prince may have been the face of that party, but why would the Zuran Empire leave it all to him without having sent someone to handle things in emergencies?
The royal advisor was sent for that reason and he would now take control of all further business. Sadly for the prince, that meant he had proved himself too irresponsible and failed the test of this journey he was sent on.
People on both the second and first floors were winning various items and time passed at a decent pace. Eventually, the last batch of bestial rings appeared.
”Ten thousand gold to start off the bids. Who will it be--”
”Ten thousand gold!”
”...”
Jack instantly made the first bid before Eliza could finish speaking. Normally she would take offense, but this time it made her happy.
No one dared offend Jack this time. After what happened to the Zuran prince, they all let Jack take the first ring and would try for the second and third.
”Ten thousand gold going once! Going twice… Sold!”