Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

"A little trick." Gordon lost interest.

"Why?" Charlotte had originally intended to raise her paddle to buy the item, just to see when the rain would stop.

"It contains camphor, ethanol, potassium nitrate, and the like. It's sensitive to temperature and humidity; it's just a purely physical reaction. If you want it, I can conjure one up for you quickly," Gordon explained.

Charlotte was immediately disappointed.

The auctioneer then used his persuasive skills to bring the atmosphere to a climax.

"Who wants to be the first to know when this rain will stop...? Starting bid: 50 gold pounds!"

"sixty!"

"seventy!"

The weather bottle eventually sold for 120 gold pounds.

Luanna glanced at Gordon, increasingly curious about his assessment of the upcoming collection.

The second item was carried up by four people working together.

This is a huge carved ivory piece, over three meters long, with running deer, hunters with drawn bows and coiled snakes carved on its surface, inlaid with crystals and gemstones, and adorned with beautiful feathers.

"A true treasure of the Southern Continent! A horn used to command tens of thousands of tribal warriors! It was once used by local priests to summon the spirits of their ancestors and can awaken the primal life force deep within their bloodlines, ladies and gentlemen..." the auctioneer introduced.

Gordon glanced at it; it had no spirituality, not even a trace of unusual activity emanating from it.

"It's ivory," Gordon concluded. "It may be quite old, but it won't summon ancestral spirits."

"Are you sure?" Luanna asked, eager to try.

"I'm absolutely sure."

After several rounds of bidding, the ivory horn was finally bought by a baron for 300 gold pounds. Looking at the smug expression on the man's face, Luanna felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"If what you're saying is true, then I've seen a lot of suckers today, and I'm starting to like this place," Luanna said happily.

"This entertainment is available everywhere in Lundnim."

When the third item was brought to the stage, Gordon stood up straight.

Zooming in, he saw a slender glass case placed on the auction table, inside which was a strange, unsheathed weapon. The blade was like flowing silver liquid, with fine ripples constantly spreading across its surface, just like a perfect sword hilt connected to a pool of water.

"From the western wastelands of New Albion... Local legend says that a star fell to earth but did not die; instead, it transformed into an eternally flowing silver river. The tribal priests believe it to be a blade left behind by the sky!" The auctioneer said, his voice lacking confidence.

Because it clearly resembled a pool of silvery liquid, lacking any of the quality a sword should possess.

Gao Deng observed it carefully.

He felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and his gaze abruptly left the space in front of him.

He briefly glimpsed an endless, colorful night sky. The vastness of time and the disillusionment of space left a deep impression on him. Tiny cracks opened in the space, from which flowed silver traces that were indescribable to humans.

It is most likely a creation of primordial matter...

He usually only felt this urge when he saw the source material, but the source material used to shape it seemed to have completely melted into a liquid state, eventually becoming a high-grade exotic material.

[An invisible, ethereal flow. Once used to cut through the twilight, offering the world its scars.]

Gordon stared, completely bewildered.

This fills the last gap in his skills: pure offensive power. Moreover, considering his ability to control liquids, it seems that only he can properly shape its blade. I just don't know what it will feel like to wield it.

Perhaps it can cleanly and efficiently cut through all the unknown things.

"Starting bid...300 gold pounds!" the auctioneer said, forcing himself to make the offer.

300 gold pounds!

Gordon would have had no chance before, but now he can give it a try.

Fortunately, there were very few people in the audience who responded.

It's obvious that this thing doesn't look like a real "weapon" at all, and nobody wants to spend so much money to buy a mysterious fluid that they can just put at home.

The auctioneer gave a wry smile; this was a common occurrence.

The third item failed to sell, so today's auction was definitely not perfect.

Gordon took a deep breath and immediately raised the sign.

The auctioneer's eyes lit up.

"This gentleman has bid 300 gold pounds! Any more?" the auctioneer shouted.

"I'm going to take it." Luanna made a gesture as if to raise the cards in her hand.

"No way," Gordon said without any pretense, "this thing is only for me."

"Something worth 300 gold pounds must have its use."

"But this aligns with your investment philosophy. If you give it to me today, I can create far more value than if it were in someone else's hands," Gordon explained.

"Okay..." Luanna put down her bidding paddle.

After several rounds of bidding among other bidders, Gordon finally offered 500 gold pounds, which brought the bidding to a halt.

"Sold, 500 gold pounds!" The auctioneer struck the gavel.

Four priests carried the glass case away. Gordon really wanted to get his hands on the mysterious liquid magic sword right now; for him, this boost might be greater than anything he had ever experienced before.

The next item to be auctioned was a box of transparent crystal sculptures, each piece displaying an endless, interlocking spiral. The surface was smooth, and no matter which angle you looked at it from, you couldn't tell the front from the back.

The auctioneer's smile became even more stiff.

"This collection of crystal carvings, from an anonymous collector, conveys profound philosophical meaning. As you can see, it symbolizes the cycle of life, the return of the soul... humanity's eternal exploration of spatial structure. Starting bid: 60 gold pounds!"

Few responded; they clearly didn't understand what use this box of ornaments, which resembled a twisted loaf of Unia bread, would have at home.

Gordon observed carefully.

[A spiritual crystallization woven from patterns. The absence of an answer is also an answer.]

"Eve." Gordon turned around. "You said that 'Weaving' phase spiritual crystals and Weaving phase creations are relatively rare?"

"Of course, you can collect the water phase in places with abundant water flow, and the light phase in places with strong sunlight, but the 'weaving' phase is almost impossible to collect over a large area... Ah." Eve's eyes lit up. "You think that strange box of things is a crystallization of spirits?"

"What exactly is it used for?"

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"If the crystals are pure enough, they can help you concentrate and reduce distractions during meditation..." Eve's heart stirred. She suddenly remembered when she first arrived in Lundnim, at the Central Union Station, she had seen Gordon looking dizzy and almost falling. Could it be that Gordon had grasped the great imagery of "Weaving" there? Thinking of this, she nodded to Gordon, "Make your move."

Gordon immediately raised the sign.

"sixty."

"Sixty gold pounds! Anyone else?" The auctioneer perked up.

Just as the gavel was about to fall, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the back of the courtyard.

"One hundred gold pounds."

Gordon looked up and saw that the other person was wearing a large gray cloak, his face was hidden, and the air around him rippled unnaturally. Gordon tried to probe and felt a fluctuation of source energy from afar. The person was shrouded in shadow.