44 The Elf or The Egg? side story (2/2)
”And last but not least, are these three beauties!”
He pointed his big fingers towards three Similarly shaped chicken eggs, peacefully and lifelessly resting inside their own capsule. The two closest to him were both green in color with blue dots covering most of the shell, while the last one was pure white, no different than any other egg.
”We originally found four of these eggs. However, as we looked into what secrets they held, one came in contact with a small the spit of a lizard...”
”And to our suprise, the egg then hatched itself, creating an almost perfect copy of the same reptile.”
”The newly hatched one was found to possess several different mutations and traits which were not present on the other one. That, and an unfathomable increase in all attributes belonging to it's speed, strenght, stamina, you name it!”
”All it took to create this empowered clone was but a sample of another animal! Imagine what you could create if choosing something other than a puny lizard!”
After finishing, the cloaked auctioneer rubbed his hands togheter and then widely stretched them out.
”Now, we will begin with the eggs. Place your bets carefully, as each will be bought separately. Lets start with the white one!”
After he finished, several different bidders started screaming towards the stage.
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”Four hundred gold!”
”Six hundred gold!”
”Nine hundred gold!”
”One thousand gold!”
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Hearing the increasingly higher bids formed a even more mischievous grin on the auctioneer's face, who was now planning on raising the price even more.
”These are not some cheap items made for showcasing! Let's increase it by another thousend gold..”
As several men and women shouted out their prices, a sudden dark energy covered the room. Forcing everyone who stood up to be slam back down into their seats.
”100 GOLD OR I'LL BLOW THIS F***NG GARAGE SALE INTO OBLIVION!”
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The shocked auctioneer starred into the crowd, looking for the voice who had just threatened him and his goldmine.
'Hmpf, someone actually dares to spout nonsense in my hall?'
Planning to call in some guards, the robed man slowly raised his had towards a hidden figure he was suspecting.
That is, until he saw the facial features hiding underneath it's hood.
'Wait, is that the yellow reaper?!”
While keeping his poker face grin on top, he humbly talked back to the one who interrupted the bidding round.
”S..Sir, these are very valuables gained through the sacrifice of many..”
The robed Jenkins only seemed to get further annoyed. Standing up and aiming his hand towards the fool before him.
”Dark Magic: Bullet Of Torm..”
”SOLD TO THE YOUNG MAN OVER THERE!! CONGRATULATIONS!”
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Jenkins walked out of the rotting building. Now holding onto a small capsule containing a small egg.
”Seems like the old man was faster than me...”
He looked down at the capsule, wondering what to do now.
'If what that guy said is correct, then I should use the blood of a hundred ducks for my creation...!'
A strong determination burned itself all over his beautiful facial features. As it grew, a gust of wind knocked his hood of, letting the long golden rope sway majestically througg air, while he silently promised something towards the heavens.
”This is quite a find....”
”I will make this duck the most powerful one in this entire world.. A duck who shall feast upon the flesh of Gods..!”
”No one will be able to stop me!”
And so he marched on into the wilds. In search the sacrifices needed to finish his grand plan.