Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 272 - 271 Heaven Elixir

Chapter 272: Chapter 271: Heaven Elixir

Chapter 272 -271: Heaven Elixir

In the blink of an eye, the day of the auction had arrived.

In a concealed building in White Stone City, within a spacious venue, the auction was underway.

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About five hundred people were participating in the auction, with a portion being wealthy nobles and another being Wizard Apprentices and even Wizards. If one paid careful attention, one could clearly sense the mana fluctuations emanating from their bodies.

At this moment on the stage, a young auctioneer wearing a silver half-face mask had just determined the owner of an auction item, and shouted, “Congratulations to guest number 245, who has acquired this item for 100 Lower-grade Crystal Coins.

After the auction concludes, we will arrange the handover for you. But now, please allow us to take down your beloved item for temporary safekeeping. Rest assured, we will not touch her or harm her in any way.”

Her!

On the auction stage, at the side of the auctioneer, there was a heavy iron chair, and on the iron chair sat an exquisitely beautiful girl, bound tightly with red ropes and clad in thin clothing.

The unique way the ropes were tied caused many parts of the girl’s body to protrude in a manner that ignited lust in many onlookers. The girl, with tears in her eyes, shivered pitifully on the chair, evoking an irresistible urge in others to comfort her tenderly. Moreover, as the Princess of a fallen minor kingdom, she bore blood of noble heritage, which aroused a strong desire for conquest in people.

For these reasons, the stunning girl had sold for the high price of 100 Lower-grade Crystal Coins, which is equivalent to 1000 Gold Coins. In comparison, in places like the black market of Cuijin City, a girl would rarely fetch more than 10 Gold Coins.

But no matter how it was put, this auction item already had a new owner—a greasy noble with a belly big enough to match his grin.

Upon hearing the auctioneer announce the girl’s ownership, the greasy noble stretched his lips, licked them, and smiled satisfactorily.

The auctioneer reciprocated with a polite smile towards the greasy noble, then with a wave of his hand, four brawny men dressed in black form-fitting clothes leaped onto the stage and swiftly carried the girl bound in the iron chair away, completely ignoring her struggles and screams.

Richard, seated among the audience, watched this scene with a flicker in his eyes.

He did not feel much pity for the girl; if he had, he would have bid for her himself. Although 100 Lower-grade Crystal Coins was not a negligible amount, it was certainly within his means.

However, in this Medieval-like Wizard World, life was cheap, as usual. Saving one life wouldn’t save another. He was not interested in playing the saint, nor did he intend to help those with whom he had no connections, unless they could offer him some benefit. Perhaps someone clever, capable of quickly learning what he taught, would be useful to assist him in his undertakings.

But given the recent performance of the beautiful girl, who seemed capable of nothing but crying, it was natural that he would not bid for her.

At that moment, the auctioneer on stage spoke up, his voice rising, more shrill than when he auctioned the beautiful girl.

That also made sense. He first used a delicate yet useless item to stir up interest among most of the crowd, to liven the atmosphere, and then ended with the grand finale of the auction to reap greater profits.

This tactic was certainly more advanced than those of the auction houses in Cuijin City, Richard thought.

The auctioneer exclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, the next item up for auction is an extremely astonishing potion. Its creator calls it ‘Heaven’.

The function of this potion is… well, it has no function.

Yes, you heard correctly, it has no substantive use—it cannot heal your injuries, strengthen your body, or prolong your life.

But after taking it, you will experience indescribable joy. It will make you feel as if you have ascended to Heaven itself, forgetting all pain, sorrow, fear, and even death.”

Many among the auction’s attendees fell silent, evidently somewhat skeptical of the auctioneer’s words.

The auctioneer didn’t say much more, waving his hand and having someone carefully bring up a glass tube containing a pink potion. With another wave, two stout men brought up a skinny man, bound hand and foot, with a shifty look in his eyes.

The gaunt man was pushed onto the auction platform, shrinking his neck and appearing somewhat fearful. The auctioneer looked at him with a smile and slowly said, “Marlos, right? You should be aware that for all the theft you’ve committed, you deserve to be hanged. However… you’re lucky we caught you, so you won’t be hanged, and you’ll also get to experience pleasures others can’t.”

“Uh?” The man called Marlos looked toward the auction crowd, a bit puzzled and even more wary.

The auctioneer didn’t waste any more words, handing the pink potion to one of the stout men and said, “Make him drink this.”

“Yes,” the burly man responded, taking the potion and forcibly prying open Marlos’s mouth to pour it down.

The potion quickly took effect, and Marlos’s complexion subtly changed, gradually showing an expression of enjoyment.

The auctioneer turned to the stout man, “Untie his ropes.”

“Yes,” the stout man said, stepping forward to Marlos, swiftly untying the ropes around his body, allowing Marlos to regain his freedom.

But Marlos had no intention of running. He just stood unsteadily on the stage, his face breaking into a smile, as if experiencing something wonderful.

The auctioneer looked to the stout man, “Go ahead.”

“Yes,” the stout man said, taking the rope that had been removed from Marlos, stepping behind him, and looping it around Marlos’s neck, then pulling tight.

Marlos collapsed to the ground with a “thump,” but didn’t struggle at all, still smiling.

The stout man pressed his knee into Marlos’s back, using all his strength to keep tightening the rope. Visibly, the rope was cutting deeper into Marlos’s flesh, causing his face to become engorged, his eyes bulging, blood vessels visibly filling with blood.

Even so, Marlos did not struggle and maintained his smile.

Eventually, Marlos died on the stage, smiling.

At that point, the stout man drew a knife from his waist, stabbing it into Marlos’s body, Marlos not moving an inch, proving that he was truly dead, not pretending.

The people in the auction seats watched this scene and couldn’t help but whisper to each other, their expressions varied.

Richard sat in his seat, his eyebrows slightly raised. He was beginning to sense the audacity of this auction.

If openly auctioning off living people was still considered normal, now directly killing to prove the effectiveness of a potion was completely dismissing the value of human life. Although many nobles and wizards might act this way, at least they wouldn’t be so overt about it.

This… was powerful.

This also explained why an invitation was necessary to participate in this auction; clearly, the auction was only intended for a select few who also didn’t regard human life as significant—these individuals often possessed great buying power.

But… how did Great Scholar Socrates obtain an invitation, and why did he give it to himself?

Richard’s eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed that the other party wasn’t as simple as they appeared on the surface.

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