Chapter 372: Opening (A tribute to League Leader Yan Xi!)

Tuesday, May 15th.

"10,000 Pounds!"

"12,000 Pounds!"

"12,000 Pounds, third time!"

Bang!

"This 'Golden Crown of the Green Banyan Priest' from the Fabri Dynasty period belongs to the bidder at number 22!"

With no other choice, Bruce had to start saving himself through various channels.

"Alright..."

Bruce had been very haggard recently; he had been tormented by those whispers in his dreams.

Night fell.

Carriages pulled up one after another outside the Faust Auction House, and the people arriving all wore masks, like guests attending a masquerade ball.

Although the atmosphere was not as heated as it was during the day, it carried a hint of a Mysterious aura.

He looked around and suddenly stood up: "Let's go..."

'Very good, it seems Liliyat is also quite cautious.'

Anything could happen to an Extraordinary, and Bruce did not find it strange.

Tias said softly from the side.

"Rest assured, this time the Kingdom and those three ancient Cults are jointly maintaining order..." Tias revealed a mocking smile: "Besides... those big shots don't have to come."

"The process is mostly clear now; it adopts an anonymous auction model, and every participant must wear a mask. Admission qualifications require verification—proof of assets over 2,000 Pounds!"

"Bran, you dead bird, don't expose me."

Liliyat lowered her voice to explain: "I have already secured the qualifications through the small circle of Extraordinaries in the Senglinhao Hotel. Just come over directly tonight; we aren't using the name of the 'Green Banyan Council'."

Faust Grand Auction House.

As he walked out the door, Aaron saw that a few others were making the same move as him.

The three of them stood up and left the venue in a low-profile manner.

Liliyat added.

On the street, gas lamps lit up one after another, bringing bright Light.

"Tsk tsk... if they suddenly closed the net, I wonder how many big fish they could catch... uh, it seems it would also accidentally injure quite a few friendly forces... That lady wearing the exclusive design by the Plymouth fashion master is clearly from a great noble family. Hmm... and there are a few young people here looking for excitement; the curiosity in their eyes beneath their masks cannot be hidden at all..."

"It seems this auction has attracted quite a few big shots from the Mysterious world."

And after an examination by a physician using the 'Eye of Gumon', it was confirmed that this was not a sign of minor loss of control such as 'auditory hallucinations'.

"A storm is coming..."

Bruce walked into the auction hall, looking at the dome that resembled the night sky and the candles floating in mid-air, and let out a sigh of disbelief.

"The other party calls herself 'Lady Snake'... I don't know her affiliated faction or her level of essence, but Tias thinks the other party is quite strong."

"It's about to start."

William threatened: "Otherwise, if something happens, I will definitely throw you out first!"

After looking around, he discovered that for this secret auction, the organizers had not prepared private boxes; everyone was in the main hall, and everyone could see each other!

'I always feel it's very dangerous... but I have long been targeted by that 'Mother of Natural Sciences'...'

The May sunshine in Plymouth was rarely bright, but in Aaron's intuition, it felt as if a terrifying low pressure was lingering.

"They are all Wild Beyonders... since when does our Investigation Bureau have to provide guarantees and Protection for this kind of thing?"

Although those whispers might have been trying to get him to chant the honorific name of that Hidden Existence, how could Bruce dare to?

Do not offer Prayer to unknown existences; this is common knowledge in the Hidden Realm!

"I hope there are items in this auction that can help me... I hope my Pounds are enough to buy them..."

"Wow!"

At the scene, there were quite a few other Extraordinaries doing the same as him.

Bruce prayed silently.

They had no way to deal with this!

At a certain round table, Aaron and the others had just filled the seats.

"In short... I have already offended quite a few people in Plymouth, and part of it is because of you. Once you show your face, I will definitely be recognized, so... keep quiet!"

The organizers here seemed not to mind showing off supernatural power at all!

At the entrance of the auction house, Percy, wearing a black vest, white shirt, and a small bow tie, disguised as an ordinary waiter, looked at the guests entering one by one, his mind filled with thoughts.

At a certain round table, Liliyat sighed with emotion.

Liliyat looked at this scene and suddenly felt a little worried about tonight's auction: "I hope there won't be another 'Lecture Hall Tragedy'..."

At this moment, he seemed to hear a sound—a bird chirping?

He turned his head to look at a passing mysterious person; the other party was wearing a plague doctor's bird-beak mask and did not look like someone who liked to play pranks.

"Understood, understood..."

Aaron was noncommittal; he was wearing formal attire—this was the most basic condition for entering the auction house—and was carefully examining the private boxes and emergency exits.

Aaron nodded with satisfaction: "Who is the convener of that small circle?"

Bran's voice seemed to become a little listless: "Hmm... I'm just curious about human masquerade balls... You know, with your status, even if you mixed for another hundred years, you wouldn't be able to get into those extravagant and decadent gatherings of high society."

"This is only the auction on the surface; the truly lively part is tonight..."

Percy shook his head inwardly, his masked face still wearing a smile, as he gestured for the guest to enter.

"Shut up!"

Although he said that, Aaron did not think there would be a shortage of thrill-seekers among the nobles.

A sentence rang out directly in his head, seemingly transmitted through the soul.

Aaron said thoughtfully.

"What a truly wonderful atmosphere!"

He muttered, and with Liliyat, the three of them returned to the hotel together.

"The negative effects of an Extraordinary Item?"

"You... are you planning to treat this place as a battlefield and are here for a field reconnaissance first?"

He looked at the lively Auction House scene, then turned to his two followers: "Are you prepared for the auction tonight?"

Well-dressed members of high society gathered, spending Pounds lavishly and without restraint on one precious auction item after another.

He wore an oak mask, cautiously navigating the spacious hall until he found an empty seat.

William saw an empty seat and immediately sat down, ignoring the slightly surprised gazes from those around him.

The daytime auction was indeed quite dull.

"Master Bran can barely breathe."

William, wearing a bird-beak mask, pressed heavily against his chest.

"Green, far too green."

Liliyat took out a gold-inlaid pocket watch, checked it, and said with certainty.

At this moment, three gorgeously dressed Extraordinaries, each wearing a different crown, walked into the venue together and sat in the three specially made seats in the very center.

(End of chapter)