The Villain Saint is my secondary account

She immediately glared at the source of the gaze, and the other person wisely turned their head away.

With such skill comes great courage. If Ella doesn't want to follow the rules, even if the other party summons a god to descend and demand repayment, they might not be able to get it.

After retracting the agreement, the servant respectfully withdrew from the room.

In the corridor outside, Castor, who had been waiting, saw the "attendant" approach and asked in a low voice, "Well, did you manage to find out the details?"

Castor's tone did not have the condescending air one would give to a servant; clearly, the person before him was not an ordinary "attendant."

"I don't know... There's only one girl in the empire with a noble status and red eyes, as far as I know, and it seems unlikely that she would come all the way here."

“How could the Holy Maiden of Light tolerate our 'smoky' environment? With the fanaticism of the Holy Church believers, if they see me and shout ‘Holy Light, this enemy is worth fighting,’ I’d be lucky to escape with my life.” Castor waved his hand with a smile.

"Yes. More importantly, I felt that she clearly saw the magic contained in the contract, and signed it without hesitation without asking for further explanation."

"Is it possible that she's just some naive noblewoman who came here for fun?" Castor wondered.

“Unlike… the other person’s finger-pricking action was swift and decisive,” the servant stroked his chin. “It’s not that I look down on nobles, but if it were those pampered young ladies, they would hesitate before being pricked with a needle, or at least frown and ask if the silver needle was clean.”

“That’s true.” Hearing this, Castor had no clue as to the identity of the newcomer. “Alright, then you’ll just have to keep an eye on things. Hopefully, it’s a blessing in disguise. Our little territory can’t afford to offend any big shot.”

……

As time went on, the auction officially began.

As the lights from the ceiling illuminated the high platform in the auction hall, the host, wearing a sheepskin coat and holding a conch shell, delivered the opening remarks in a deep and powerful voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mansa Islands, nestled in the azure waters of the Imperial Seas, the Island Cave Auction House! I am your host, Robert Saladin!"

"Praise be to Her Majesty the new Queen of the Empire! The month-long maritime traffic restrictions have finally been lifted, and we are able to meet with some of our long-lost Imperial clients once again!"

"Of course, what we're also bringing to you is their long-awaited treasure, hahaha! So without further ado, let's officially begin the auction!"

The first item up for auction was a sword, said to have come from the right-hand man of a former pirate king. It was displayed in a glass case and carefully carried onto the stage by two servants.

The sword in the cabinet was supported by a stand. The scabbard was made of ancient ebony, the hilt was inlaid with a deep blue ocean gemstone, and the blade was pure white, like ice under the moonlight. A cursive inscription was also engraved on it.

The weapons... they just look like "precious" items.

Ella glanced at it from inside the private room, showing little interest. It couldn't compare to Ye Xiao's Shadow Chaser, and it was far inferior to the unknown demon sword with a weapon spirit that she carried with her.

However, it might be worth buying one for the players of the Seven Stars Guild, as rare-grade weapons are quite rare.

Meanwhile, in another box in the stands, an elderly man in his seventies was chatting with a young man named Aslan dressed in luxurious clothes when he suddenly noticed the sword and his eyes lit up.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Rich Heiress

"This is genuine, Your Highness. It is worthy of being collected," the old man said in a deep voice.

The man from Aslan then decisively wrote the price on the sign and pressed the silver bell.

"Box number two, 1200 gold coins!" the host announced the offer.

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone in the ordinary seats below the stage raised a sign.

"Position number eighty-six, 1,400 gold coins!"

The Aslan man raised an eyebrow. "How come there are commoners who dare to bid against a private box seat?"

“They’re probably smugglers from another country who recognized the value of the goods,” the old man replied. “They don’t know the rules here, but that’s alright. Sitting there, they have no chance to compete with His Highness.”

The Aslan man nodded and raised the sign to ring the bell again.

"Second VIP room, two thousand gold coins!"

"Slot number eighty-six, two thousand two hundred gold coins!"

"Second VIP room, 2600 gold coins!"

"Slot number eighty-six, two thousand eight hundred gold coins!"

"Find out who this person in position eighty-six is," the Aslan man said to his subordinate, unable to sit still any longer. "How dare he?"

"Slot number 86, 2,800 gold coins, second time!" the host announced again. If no one bids again after the third time, the buyer will be confirmed.

“Two thousand eight hundred gold coins is already a bit too much, Your Highness,” the old man said, sensing that the Aslan man was about to bid again. “This sword is not worth that much.”

“I know, it’s just a little unpleasant.” The Aslan man pondered for a moment, but ultimately did not ring the bell. “Never mind, give it to him.”

"Section 86, 2800 gold coins, third...wait a minute, Room 6, 4000 gold coins!!"

A commotion broke out in the audience.

"Huh?" The Aslan man was stunned. "What?! Four thousand gold coins for that sword?!"

The old man was also taken aback. "...Perhaps a reckless young master has arrived."

Four thousand gold coins could have supported a twelve-man royal cavalry unit under Aslan; using them to buy this sword was truly a waste.

"Position number eighty-six, four thousand two hundred gold coins!"

"...Are those commoners crazy? Where do people in the ordinary seats get so much money?"

The Aslan man frowned. "Could there be something strange about that sword?"

That shouldn't be the case. The old man next to him is one of the chief members of the Continental Mage Association. There's no reason why we wouldn't notice something special about him.

"Box number six, six thousand gold coins!"

"Slot number eighty-six, six thousand two hundred gold coins!"

"Box number six, eight thousand gold coins!"

A few gasps of surprise rose from the seats.

The Aslan man in Box 2 even parted the curtain used to conceal his body and peeked out to look at the location of Box 6.

Does he have epilepsy?

"Eight thousand gold coins once, eight thousand gold coins twice, eight thousand gold coins three times, auction sold!!"

The bidding for position number 86 ultimately failed.

In box number six, Ella, who was writing "ten thousand" on a sign, stopped writing in surprise. "Oh, that's all."

If it were Ye Xiao in the past, he might have considered his wallet, but as the duke's daughter, Ella's wealth was not just a figure of speech.

After the imperial selection, Ella became the most prestigious and legendary figure among the imperial nobility, and her father, Duke Heville, was naturally very popular as well.

Cooperation between the Hevil Territory and other territories is in full swing, especially in the wealthiest Imperial City and Coastal Province, where the wealth effect is soaring.

The idea that Ella is now incredibly wealthy is an understatement, as the territory of Hevil is essentially a duchy subordinate to Loren.

Rare-grade items are not as good as epic-grade items, but they are still treasures that cannot be mass-produced, so it is still worth spending tens of thousands to buy them.

That's what Ella thought. Of course, she didn't care what the other people in the auction house thought. Anyway, for her, anything that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

The first item sold for eight thousand gold coins, and many of the customers in the audience were already sweating profusely.

The second item was quickly brought to the stage: a shield engraved with magical runes. Ella examined it closely and, recognizing it as a rare item, her eyes lit up.

"This is from the barbarians of the North..." The host had just begun his introduction when a soft tinkling of silver bells rang out. He looked up, paused for a moment, and then exclaimed, "...Holy crap? Box number six, ten thousand gold coins??...Oh, well, sorry everyone, I misspoke..."

"Ahem, Room Six, 10,000 gold coins!!!"

Ella then realized she had forgotten to change the number on the card, but it didn't matter, it was only 10,000.

At this moment, the Aslan man in Box Number Two silently put down his saltpeter pen.

He roughly understood that since this sixth VIP box was bidding, the auction item had nothing to do with anyone else.

"...Ten thousand gold coins twice, ten thousand gold coins three times, sold!!!"

Just as the host finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of Ella's private room. The Templar Knight opened the door and found Castor entering the room, covered in sweat.

"My esteemed lady, I am truly sorry to bother you here, but regarding the auction price... well, it's not that I distrust you, it's just that I need to confirm that you have sufficient funds..."

Generally speaking, no one would carry tens of thousands of gold coins around with them. It's not like it's weight training; doing this is just torturing yourself.

Therefore, transactions exceeding two thousand gold coins usually require the trader to provide equivalent transaction vouchers, such as expensive diamonds and jewelry, or checks with the credibility of the national treasury.

Castor came to ensure that Ella could provide such a thing, since the transaction amount at the auction had far exceeded the amount of money one could carry with them.

Ella sat on the sofa without turning around, but simply raised a finger and beckoned. Duhar then took out a huge sack and spread it on the ground beside her.

Castor was completely bewildered and didn't know what was going on when he saw the fingertip wearing a white silk glove lightly draw a spatial ripple in mid-air.

Then, gleaming gold coins poured down from the portal like a waterfall.

The rustling sound filled the huge sack, so much so that it overflowed, and gold coins bounced everywhere on the floor.

Castor's eyes widened as his vision was filled with the dazzling gold.

He started from scratch on this island, and in his forty-eight years of life, he believed he had experienced many ups and downs and met countless merchants, tycoons, eccentrics and nobles.

But I have never seen such a stunning scene before.

He saw the gold coins bobbing around him, scattered at his feet like bottle caps in the trash. Trembling, he bent down, picked one up, and placed it between his two fingers.

The heavy, substantial feel of it told him that what he was seeing was not a dream.

"enough?"

Ella noticed that Castor was still standing there dumbfounded, so she finally turned her head slightly, her thin lips under the veil parted slightly, and asked softly.

“Enough…enough…absolutely enough…” Castor nodded and bowed, swallowed hard, carefully placed the gold coin back on the ground, and then rushed out the door as fast as he could.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Taking All

This is outrageous!!!

Even now, as Castor walked down the corridor, the golden light he had just glimpsed lingered in his eyes. God above, was this a mobile vault?

If the other party is just moderately wealthy, he might have some strange and ulterior motives.

But now that he's so rich, he has no desires left.

"What's going on?" The servant in the corridor asked, puzzled, seeing Castor's shocked expression.

“Money…” Castor only managed to utter one word, then after a long pause, he continued, “…So much money.”

In this world, the purchasing power of one gold coin is roughly equivalent to two thousand RMB on Earth. One can imagine the scale of the funds that have flowed like a waterfall.

Of course, it's easy to imagine how extravagant Ella's spending was this time.

……

At the auction, the third item was brought out amidst the host's shouts.

The velvet cloth covering it was lifted, revealing this time an exquisite ceramic jar.

Antiques... that's not very interesting anymore.

Ella glanced at the items on the stage, but showed little interest.

There's really no need to buy things that have no practical value.

"Distinguished guests, the item presented before you is a legend that transcends time and space," the host began. "It comes from the distant Dongyang Continent. It is not only a work of art, but also a crystallization of history and culture from another part of the world..."

Dongyang Continent?

Ella's lost interest was suddenly rekindled.

Before they learned about the existence of travelers from another world, many knowledgeable natives who met Ye Xiao would first ask, "Are you from the Dongyang Continent?"

Therefore, even though Ella had never been to this continent in her previous life, which only existed in rumors, she knew that the people of Dongyang Continent were more similar to Ye Xiao's hometown in appearance and race.

Nowadays, if you see an item from the Eastern Continent, even if it doesn't seem to have any practical value, you can still buy it.

"Box number six, two thousand gold coins." On stage, the host read out the price Ella was offering.

"This is really annoying, this number six box." At the same time, the Aslan man in number two box also muttered with some displeasure, "Where does he get so much money?"

"Please calm down, Your Highness. This is just an ordinary craft item with some collectible value," the old man beside him comforted him.

"That's exactly what I hate. They even have to snatch up trash, which means everyone else can just leave, right?"

As the Aslan man had predicted, after the first two rounds of auctions, few people were still willing to compete with Box Six, especially for a useless antique.

In the regular seating area, a small team of three players, huddled together, stared at the jar on the stage, their faces showing some worry.

One of the petite, black-haired girls, wearing a large robe that covered her entire body, asked the tall girl in sailor leather armor sitting in the middle of the three, "What... what should we do, Sister Wei? Should we raise the price?"

The girl, known as Sister Wei, bit her thumb, looking quite displeased. "How can I add more? You've seen how much money those people in room number six have, like they can't spend it all."