218 Taking Everyones Breath Away (1/2)

Argyle chuckled as he pitied the Fulken king. He didn't think Jack would suddenly buy a lv. 50 hairclip on the whim of a young girl, let alone pay such a price for it. It made Argyle wonder just how rich Jack was.

While the hair clip was useless at the moment, Jack was glad that he was able to get something for Lina. He didn't want her to feel left out. And once she reached lv. 50, it would be a great item for her.

It helped with mana regeneration, and it worked quite well since it was a peak-tier lv. 50 item.

Lina went around the room, showing off her new hairclip to everyone.

Jack was starting to pay more attention to the auction again, in particular, to who won what items. Now that there weren't just holy items for sale, there was more variety to the types of energy in the items.

Based on the items purchased and with some help from Argyle, Jack was able to guess what nobles or royals might be in each room. Obviously, he could figure out all of them, but every now and then it was obvious.

He discovered that King Wilheim was also there on the third floor after the king bought a water type item and Jack recognized his voice.

Also, Jack found the Maltor king in the room beside King Wilheim's. It was again the voice and the fire type item that gave him away.

Though he knew it was impossible, Jack wanted to figure out who all of the people were, or at least as many as he could. It might come in handy if they get something to valuable or threatening, depending on who it was.

After the peak-tier lv. 50 items were all sold, the next item or items were rolled out.

The announcer introduced the items, ”Next, we're selling a few bulk batches of greater healing potions. Each batch contains one hundred potions, and the bidding will start at forty thousand gold.”

”Forty--”

”Forty-one thousand gold!” shouted Jack, curious what might happen next.

At first, there was no response. Everyone was pretty clear on what kind of bidder Jack was, so few people dared bid against him, especially when it was an item like this. There were multiple batches up for grabs, so they reasoned it wasn't worth going all out to get the first one.

”Forty-one thousand gold going once! Going twice--”

”Fifty thousand gold!”

Everyone smiled when they heard that voice. Yet again, the Fulken king challenged Jack.

With a smile, Jack shook his head. ”Fifty-five thousand gold!”

”Sixty thousand gold!” yelled the king.

”Sixty-one thousand gold!”

”Sixty-five thousand gold!”

”Sixty-six thousand gold!” stated Jack, taking a different approach to his usual jumps in price.

The Fulken king growled and eyed Jack's room. ”Seventy-five thousand gold!”

Smiling, the Fulken king was glad that Jack instantly raised his bid. The highest most people would willingly spend on such potions were seventy thousand gold. As a test, the king went straight to seventy-five thousand gold and Jack supposedly fell for the trick. His guess was that Jack didn't fully understand the prices, but that Jack would simply pay more than everyone else.

”Eighty thousand gold!”

”Eighty-one thousand gold!”

It happened again and the king's smile got colder. He determined that one last time should be enough to make up for the humiliation he felt before. ”Eighty-five thousand!”

”...”

”Eighty-five thousand going once! Going twice… Sold!”

”Gong!”

The king's smile was quickly replaced by a frown. He glared intensely at Jack's room, only now realizing that Jack wasn't as foolish as he had guessed.

”Since you were so intent to have it, I decided to give it to you as an apology for taking your items earlier. Please, I hope you can forgive me now.”

That statement was a poison dagger piercing the king's pride. There was no coming back now, not after Jack had bluntly mocked him in front of all the kings present.

It was a great thing that only Jack could be heard from his room, otherwise, the entire auction hall would be overrun with his party's laughter. Eliza found it particularly hilarious since she understood auctions very well.

With a pitiful laugh, Argyle stared at the Fulken king's room. He understood that there was no hope of him reconciling with Jack.

Of course, that would be if they knew Jack's identity.