Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Did the master say where to wait for him?

At this moment, Mei suddenly asked a question.

“Number 301, he prepared a private room for us. We can wait for the adults there. He will come after he finishes spending time with his brother and sister.”

"Oh, right, the adults also said that if there's anything we want, they can help us take a picture of it."

"Morey, it's probably best not to..."

"Why? This is an adult's kind intention."

"I don't want to owe adults too much, because I'll feel guilty and afraid I'll never be able to pay them back."

Hearing this, Morey thought it made some sense, but he still voiced his own opinion:

"Plum, we certainly don't need some luxury items, like paintings and jewelry."

However, if it's something that can enhance our abilities, we shouldn't be overly modest with adults. After all, only by growing up can we repay them for everything they've invested in us.

"It's our incompetence that wastes the trust adults place in us, don't you think?"

After thinking it over carefully, Mei nodded in agreement with Morey's point of view.

She's ten years younger than him, yet she can think so much... She needs to work harder to improve herself too.

"Let's go, the carriage is already waiting for us outside."

Just as Morey and May had set off for the Dragon's Nest, a large group of children had already excitedly climbed into the carriage at the castle.

Edward kept chattering away, just like a kindergarten kid about to go on a spring outing—a perfect example of creating a lively atmosphere.

Even Argyle, who is usually not very talkative, was unexpectedly excited and said several more words.

Domi and Rosa sat quietly together, their eyes meeting those of Edward and Argyle.

“Let’s get this straight,” Argyle reminded us, “Father has given us a private box. If there’s anything you like, you can bid on it, but you can’t maliciously drive up the price. There are people who will handle that. Also, once you leave the box, you can’t wander around aimlessly, so as not to disturb other people’s bidding, understand?”

At this point, Argyle finally acted like an older brother.

Although she was born only a few seconds earlier than Domi, she was still very responsible.

"no problem!"

"understood."

"I'll just follow my brothers~"

“Alright, that’s settled then. Osmond (Captain of the Guard), we can set off now.”

“Yes, sir.” Osmond’s gruff voice came from outside the carriage.

A short-range magic circle emitted light, and the carriage was transferred from the mountaintop to the main road at the foot of the mountain, speeding towards the dragon's lair.

The Dragon's Nest, as the name suggests, is a colossal structure built upon the remains of a dragon.

This dragon is the same white dragon that was slain by the Bloomfield family years ago, and its remains are located within the city's central ring.

Rather, the city was built around this dragon corpse, which is also the symbol of the family and one of the most dazzling calling cards of the Brofield Territory, the other two being the 'Giant Tree' mage tower and the mountaintop castle.

The Dragon's Nest has two functions.

To create a specific atmosphere, the auction house was built underground.

On the ground, within the circular, coiled dragon skeleton lies the arena and the official certification ground for mage level assessments.

There are entrances on all sides, and even special passages and parking lots for horse-drawn carriages. To Domi, this is too advanced.

And the number of people who came here today... was just too much, it was practically a sea of ​​people!

They came from all corners of the world—different territories within the empire, even different countries and tribes, and people from across the ocean even traveled great distances to participate.

Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves... almost every race and sub-race except demons came, dressed in all sorts of clothes and with all sorts of faces, walking together like a comic convention filled with cosplay.

If they got off the carriage and went directly onto the main road leading to the auction house, the five of them would be instantly separated by the surging crowd.

Of course, they would never squeeze and jostle like most people; privilege should be treated as it should be.

Scarface Osment led the way for them, saying:

"Young master and young lady, please come this way. It leads directly to the private rooms."

It's not too different from what I read in the comics in my previous life:

A vast, circular underground space, like the audience seating in the Roman Colosseum or a lecture hall in a university. Below the box seats are tiers of ordinary seats, densely packed together, numbering at least tens of thousands.

At the very bottom, on the platform in the very center, is where the auction items are displayed.

The private rooms on the upper floors offer the best view. If your eyesight is poor and you can't see clearly or see the back of the room, there will be a magical projection that will show it directly in front of you.

Free fruit and drinks are available if you're thirsty; in case of cardiac arrest due to excessive stimulation, a professional medical team and funeral service team are on standby to provide a one-stop service from treatment to ineffective treatment, admission to the funeral home, and a banquet.

The service was quite comprehensive.

The four siblings sat on four large, comfortable chairs that had been prepared in advance, except for Osment, who had to stand guard at the door...

Apart from Domi, everyone else was chatting away, while he was the only one thinking about the list of auction items.

When he went to ask Carlos for a private room, he also glanced at the list of auction items.

Carlos was originally not supposed to show it to him, but after Domi's persistent pleading, he reluctantly let him take a peek.

However, Carlos never expected that Domi would have the ability to read ten lines at a glance.

He could absorb all the information into his brain with just a glance, and then he could remember it completely by rote memorization in a short period of time.

Having high mental strength can significantly improve memory.

He is probably the only person besides Carlos and the guide who knows all the information and order of the auction items.

However, his understanding of the auction items was limited to their names, and he had to guess their functions. But this level of knowledge was enough for him to find a suitable place to meet up with Morey and the others.

Once all the guests were seated, the auction began quickly.

The lights in the entire venue were gradually turned off, except for the central stage, which remained illuminated by spotlights.

"Da da da……"

Next, a woman dressed rather provocatively and with a good figure, wearing an off-the-shoulder strapless evening gown and high heels, walked gracefully onto the stage and entered the public eye, speaking confidently and poisedly:

"Welcome everyone to the 'Omnipotent Hand' auction hosted by the Bloomfield family!"

A pleasant and seductive voice can undoubtedly arouse men's primal desires, causing them to lose their minds and spend a fortune to acquire collectibles.

Auctions manipulate human nature by constantly stimulating greed and desire! They transform the venue into a place of extravagance, the pursuit of dreams, where the winner takes all and the loser eats dust!

"Clap clap clap!"

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall; many had waited three long years for this moment…

Come on! Let's play my favorite money game!

Chapter 80, Section 79: Racing Against Money

"The first round of auctions will feature paintings by outstanding masters from various regions. After authentication, they have all been found to be of considerable artistic merit and have extremely high collection value. Hanging them in the main hall of a home would be a wonderful thing."

As soon as she finished speaking, the maids lined up and neatly arranged the paintings on the table, covering them with curtains, which were then lifted one by one by the beautiful auctioneer.

None of the people here are short of money; the only difference lies in how much money they have. Small famous paintings can still be bought, and if kept for a long time or if the painter suddenly dies, the painting can even appreciate in value.

Using it as an excuse for tax evasion is also a good option, and it's easy to sell when you're short of money.

As a result, all these famous paintings were snapped up by the buyers in the audience at an astonishing speed.

The people in the private room, however, seemed indifferent to it.

The auctioneer was also a veteran, having long heard of the reputation of the "Hand of All Powers," but she hadn't expected it to be so powerful. She didn't sit idly by and immediately began to hype up the atmosphere at the scene.

The results have been outstanding, and some people are already eager to see the next round of products for sale.

"Now let's move on to the second round, where the main items for sale will be ancient items and props."

An oval ceramic pot was lifted onto the stage on a lift platform, where buyers could see intricately carved relief patterns, while traces of wind and erosion added to its sense of age.

"This is a large pot unearthed from the ruins of an unknown ancient kingdom. It is at least five hundred years old, as you can see..."

The auctioneer was enthusiastically promoting the teapot's artistic value, but apart from those who wanted to collect it or those with unknown motives, no one else seemed interested. Inside the box, only Edward was staring intently at the teapot.

"It's so beautiful..."

"Is she prettier than a maid?" Domi teased.

Edward simply shook his head slightly, not even wanting to take his eyes off the pot:

"No...you don't understand. It's an artistic beauty, not the beauty of primal desire. It's so refined that even time cannot erase its brilliance!"

"And that captivating sense of mystery... Oh my god... I have to get it and display it in my room to admire it!"

As he spoke, he used magic to draw the amount on the French windows—three thousand golden dragons.

He became the first box buyer to make a move at this stage.

"The buyer in VIP room 309 has made a bid: three thousand golden dragons! Any higher bids?"

"Oh! Box 404 has also bid, three thousand five hundred gold dragons!"

"Tsk!" Edward curled his lip. These guys were the most annoying. As soon as they saw someone wanted to buy something, they had to test whether the person was really serious about it.

He couldn't let the roast duck that was already in his mouth slip away. When it came to financial resources, Edward was never afraid of anyone!

"Box 309, four thousand golden dragons!"

"Four thousand for the first time... four thousand for the second time... four thousand... the third time! Sold! Congratulations to the buyer in box 309 for successfully bidding on this antique pot from the old dynasty."

Inside the private room, although everyone was surprised that Edward would spend a huge sum of money to buy this useless broken pot, no one said anything to him. It was just a hobby, and spending a little money was nothing. As long as he was happy, that was all that mattered. Edward was quite happy right now.

Domi continued to focus on the auction stage.

"The next ancient artifact is a magical item..."

Inside the glass display case was a tattered book, its cover corroded to a creamy white, with traces of burning around it.

"According to the experts from the organizers, this is a book that records 'how to inscribe emblems that can store magic power'."

Many people couldn't contain themselves after hearing this, and the people in many private rooms also began to get restless.