Chapter 332: Intimidation

"000 grass cakes!"

The man with a face full of fat jumped up excitedly, and the servant girl kneeling to attend to his lower body was stepped on and used as a chair.

"1500!"

"5000!"

"I bid one ton of food! Corn paste!"

Bidding was fierce, but in just a few seconds it shot up from a grass cake to food measured in tons.

Lin An did not join in.

The previous bidding was meaningless.

Although a ton of food is worlds apart in price from a grass cake, it is still far less than the Saintess's own worth.

One could tell from Anna's expression.

Her eyes were red, her body trembling, her exquisite face provoked an uncontrollable urge to vent violence.

The starting bid of one grass cake was purely to humiliate her.

You know, even the cheapest qualified slave costs a hundred catties of corn flour, which could make thousands of grass cakes.

To warm up the crowd and stir up a frenzied bidding atmosphere, this auction house spared no effort.

Just imagine.

Not mentioning Anna's temperament and looks, her identity alone is worth a fortune.

The starting bid of one grass cake.

It's no different than someone telling you in the real world that for just a few cents you could buy a top-tier celebrity plus a foreign princess.

After buying her, you could do anything you wanted, and she even came with a trade secret of a publicly listed corporation.

One minute later, amidst Anna's humiliating tears, the price kept rising to 16 tons of corn flour.

"16 tons of corn flour! Any higher bids?"

A brief silence.

Having bid 16 tons, the fat merchant's throat convulsed.

He stared fixedly at Anna's body, and the attendant beneath him was pressed down hard on the head, almost choking.

His face proud, this price was not low.

Converted to buying slaves, that was enough for 600 healthy slaves.

If placed in the slave camp outside the city, it could draw nearly a thousand people to work for him.

After the catastrophe, a human life was worth less than a loaf of bread.

"Stop shouting! Hurry up and strike the hammer!"

The obese merchant couldn't wait to enjoy the Saintess before him, and he repeatedly urged Hu Ba:

"No one will bid higher than me!"

Inside the private box, Lin An tapped his fingertips on the armrest, preparing to end this farce.

Beside him, the pack rat noticed his thoughts and hastily raised his placard and stood up:

"30 tons!"

"The Envoy bid 30 tons!"

In one breath it nearly doubled the price, instantly drawing astonishment from the whole crowd.

30 tons of corn flour might have been only a few ten-thousands before the catastrophe, but now it's an astronomical price.

The servant girl serving in the private box trembled all over, looking enviously and jealously at Anna on the stage.

They had no wages to speak of, but the free meals provided by the auction were enough to make countless people fight to get in.

The servant girl intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Lin An shrouded in black robes.

Although she looked barely eighteen, the admiration and charm in her eyes were so intense they almost dripped.

She carefully walked up to Lin An's side, serving diligently, trying to show off her charm.

Never mind anything else; if the Envoy nods, she can do anything.

Ignoring the excited servant girl, Lin An merely gazed indifferently at the auction platform.

The news of the high tower, he was indeed curious.

A different theocratic system from other Safe Zones might hide some secrets.

After a brief silence in the auction hall, an inconspicuous middle-aged man exchanged a glance with the auctioneer:

"I bid 31 tons!"

The whole place erupted.

The man gave a light chuckle, glanced at Lin An's private box, and spoke loudly:

"Envoy, Miss Anna truly attracts me."

"Would you begrudge parting with her? I am willing to exchange my dance troupe for her."

"They have been meticulously trained; each was a top-tier dancer before the catastrophe."

Giving face and providing an out, the man's words even revealed a desire to make connections.

All the guests present couldn't help but sigh, many showing envious expressions.

Not participating in the bidding just gives it away for free?

Only these big shots could make such a grand gesture.

Just that.

Lin An neither agreed nor disagreed.

A clumsy trick.

His current identity is the Te Luo Yi envoy delegation; he doesn't believe Bo La Ka would not know that the envoy delegation must secure Anna's side.

The man before him is clearly the buyer inflating the price.

Without Hesitation.

Lin An again signaled the packrat to raise the placard:

"40 tons!"

The whole venue gasped; many kicked open the footstool attendants with one foot and turned their heads to look at Lin An's box.

"Holy shit! 40 tons!?"

"Such a big move!?"

"Really have grain... I didn't expect the Te Luo Yi Safe Zone to be so willing to spend grain."

"People compared to people make you die of anger... My total assets added together don't even reach 20 tons..."

Envy, jealousy, hatred; the ladies in the box felt their minds go blank.

The price of 40 tons was almost the most exaggerated number she had seen in these days.

Forty tons of grain were enough for an ordinary person to instantly become a slave owner and live a heavenly life.

He felt bitter in his heart.

She couldn't help but cautiously approach Lin An a little, then cleverly tried to display herself to attract Lin An's attention.

A throw of a thousand gold, nothing more.

However, the bidding had not ended.

With Hu Ba Heart Excited, he prepared to strike the hammer.

Originally expected the inflated price to be around 25 tons, but never imagined Lin An would get people to shout 40 in one go.

Just that.

From the box on the far right of the second floor suddenly came a teasing voice:

"40 tons? Has Te Luo Yi already become this poor?"

"Your former kingdom's princess, the holy temple's maiden, is worth only this price?"

"Pitiably poor."

"I bid 50 tons!!"

Inside the right-side box, a youth wearing a gold-threaded long robe looked disdainfully at Lin An's box.

"Hiding your heads and showing your faces—only you lot of trash like to do this."

He gave a light chuckle, enjoying everyone's gasps.

On the soft sofa, Lin An frowned slightly.

The lady reaching out to pinch his shoulder keenly sensed his dissatisfaction, Heart Excited, hurriedly began to introduce:

"Envoy Sir."

"That box belongs to another safe zone, the Lan Di Safe Zone's grand duke, the box where Du Lan Di is."

The placard-raising packrat also hurried back to Lin An's front, his eyes showing anxiety:

"Sir, he and our Te Luo Yi have always had friction; he's likely also here to discuss sending troops."

Afraid Lin An didn't know something everyone on the wilderness knows, the packrat gave a brief and careful introduction:

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Lin An's ear, carefully asking:

"Sir, I estimate the materials brought by this Te Luo Yi envoy delegation's mission are only about 30 tons; your bid is too fast..."

"Or we could temporarily give up; we've already shown great sincerity. Believe Bo La Ka shouldn't doubt our identity."

"It's not that we don't want to buy, it's..."

Lin An waved his hand to stop the packrat, laughing lightly without a care.

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass, revealing only his eyes, coldly looking at Du Lan Di who had bid twenty tons.

The voice, masked by mental power, echoed throughout the venue:

"51 tons"

"If you dare bid again, we'll send troops tomorrow."

"Bloodbath Lan Di!"