Chapter 341: Vivian: Let Me Kill This Auction

Lan Qingyou's two questions left Chu Yuan speechless.

Because there was magic in this world, everyone thought that whatever potion didn't matter.

But looking at it now, that didn't seem to be the case.

"Expand on the matter of the side effects of Mana Potions and Healing Potions."

Hearing that the potions they frequently drank had side effects, everyone became alert, especially guys like Li Huai who relied on potions to maintain his high damage output.

"Don't worry. Although there are side effects, Alchemists will do their utmost to research in order to minimize these side effects or render them ineffective."

"And if nothing unexpected happens, I personally think that the drug the other party made very likely didn't reduce the side effects, but even increased them, which caused the addictive phenomenon."

Although Lan Qingyou hadn't seen the actual object, her 'many years' of alchemy career still gave her an incomplete guess about the manufacturing process of this drug.

"Is that so? That's good then."

After all, no one wanted to accumulate any hidden injuries because of this kind of thing.

"Alright, alright. What's the point of talking about that prick. Tower, didn't you say before that you would tell us the reason for holding this auction?"

Vivian, who wasn't interested in this kind of thing, pointed at Lan Qingyou and shouted loudly.

This pulled back everyone who was still highly interested just a moment ago.

Right, didn't we agree earlier that you would tell us the reason? How come after chatting about this and that, it just ended up with nothing definite?

Well, the topic was back on track.

Seeing Vivian, this master of stoking the fire, reigniting the flames back onto her, Lan Qingyou curled her lips and put on a stubborn look.

"Right, but looking at it now, it seems there's no need anymore."

"Why?"

Vivian blanked out.

"Because it's the last auctioned item now. After it ends, you'll also be able to learn it from Beatrice's mouth."

Lan Qingyou drifted to her side feeling very relaxed, then sat on the sofa and picked up an apple.

"So that's how it is. Alright then, since that's the case, I'll also join in on this interesting bidding."

Vivian thought about it, and it seemed that really was the case. So with a 'hey', she jumped down from the sofa armrest, went to the glass window, and picked up a numbered, toddler's fist-sized, honeycomb-shaped circular object placed there.

At this moment, the price war outside had reached a stalemate.

Starting from the bid of 200 million Gold Coins, there was no longer the feeling of chasing each other and smashing through obstacles like before.

Each time a bid was made, the interval would be relatively longer.

There was no need to think.

Except for a very few who could make their own decisions, the rest needed to ask their superiors for instructions.

This point was true even for the representative sent by the Supreme Council.

Originally, for this kind of thing, it would have been fine for Chu Yuan to come.

But because Chu Yuan and Lan Qingyou were really too familiar with each other, some people in the council were not at ease. In the end, they dispatched Morikawa Shigeki, this guy with a somewhat strange accent, to Typhon City.

"280 million Gold."

After getting the approval of Speaker Durandal, Morikawa Shigeki shouted tremblingly into the honeycomb coal-shaped circular object in his hand.

This was a microphone, and it was also the Number Paddle used by the people in the private rooms.

Through this microphone, not only could the voice be transmitted out, but at the same time, a string of numbers identical to the microphone's number would appear on the wall outside, allowing Beatrice on the auction stage to see clearly.

Morikawa Shigeki, a Diet member in Sakura Country back on Blue Star, so he had earned quite a lot of money.

But even so, having to spend so much money now still couldn't help but make him feel a little apprehensive in his heart.

After all, he had never encountered something with such high consumption in his more than fifty years of life.

Others might not know, but as a member of the Supreme Council, he was very clear on what this money meant.

Leaving aside the matter of whether it was worth it or not, just minting 100 million Gold Coins at the mint would take a full month.

If this was exchanged for things like materials, the value would only be higher.

Unlike those foolish merchants who previously wanted to make a price difference from Lan Qingyou here.

He, who had been involved in politics all year round, understood the Witches' meaning at the very beginning of Beatrice's announcement.

So.

Compared to the Supreme Council, an organization that could print money, the other parties looked like more terrifying existences no matter how you looked at it.

Because if nothing unexpected happened, these organizations planned to take out more materials to offset the debt.

'Conversion', simply put, was to discount the price of normal-priced items.

As for how much the discount was and how it was calculated, that was up to others to say.

Even if the Witches didn't have black hearts, it would be very normal for 100 million Gold Coins to be discounted into an extra twenty or thirty million.

"290 million Gold."

Right after Morikawa Shigeki's voice settled, the same bidding sound rang out from the private room on the right.

That was the voice of Lancelot from the Knight Guild.

Unlike the others, as one of the Four Great Knight Commanders of the Knight Guild, he had decision-making power, so he completely didn't need to ask anyone for instructions. If he felt it was worth it, he just added the price directly.

"290 million! 290 million! Are there any more bids!"

"300 million!"

At this time, a female voice came from upstairs, it was the drug dealer Victoria.

Her tone was very calm, as calm as drinking water, without any ripples.

In the main hall, the gazes of those drama-watching crowds who had spontaneously stopped speaking all switched back and forth between the few private rooms.

"300 million! Is there any more than 300 million? The only Regional Protective Magic Array besides the Witch Race's, an out-of-print item that Witch Queen Lan Qingyou has promised will not be sold again!"

Beatrice's pinky finger holding the microphone had already tilted up in excitement.

While Lan Qingyou inside the private room was somewhat speechless.

When did I ever promise such a thing...

But whatever. Anyway, there really was no way to do this kind of thing often. If it could increase revenue a bit more, then let Beatrice talk whatever nonsense she wanted.

"320 million!"

Sure enough, under this set of 'out-of-print' rhetoric, the price that was previously rising by ten million at a time suddenly shot up by twenty million.

And the one making the move was Lester Giovanni, Patriarch of the Soul-Devouring Vampire Race.

"330 million!"

Victoria followed closely behind without a shred of pause.

Subsequently, Lancelot also chased up unwilling to show weakness.

"340 million!"

"350 million!"

"360 million!"

"380 million!"

It's back, everything is back!

Hearing this bidding speed that was exactly like when the Magic Array was first auctioned, the drama-watching crowds couldn't help but feel their blood boil, but at the same time, they also held breaths.

Everyone knew that exerting force at this critical juncture meant that every single one of them was bound to win it.

They just didn't know how high the final price would shoot up to.

However, just during this highly anticipated moment of mutual speculation, a very arrogant voice that had never been heard before drifted out from the speaker outside the private room.

"Everyone, your bidding is very boring. Let me kill this auction!"