Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 43 : Auction part 3

The items passed quickly, one after another, in constant motion, the prices paid were exorbitant but soon it was the turn of the pill he had refined.

The presenter with a deep and solemn voice, began to speak enthusiastically.

"The effects of this pill are extraordinary," he said, his gaze fixed on the crowd. "Upon ingesting it, the mana circulating in the body will be strengthened, allowing a temporary increase in your physical capabilities. It will not be an insignificant increase; your strength will reach at least three times what it was before. But this is not all. The most impressive thing is that it purifies the meridians."

At that moment a deep silence filled the room. The murmurs of those present began to spread to every corner of the auction, because those with a little knowledge would know what this means.

The host continued saying with a deep and self-important voice. "As you know, the meridians are channels that intertwine and connect each part of the body, making the circulation of mana possible. Now, if a normal person took this pill, there is a small chance of awakening a magical power, something that would completely change the dynamics of this world."

The audience was in an uproar, murmurs erupted accompanied by the presenter’s words, but not everyone was in this mood. Some more incredulous people frowned, skeptical. In the middle, a tall man with a stern face and arrogant bearing stood up from his seat. His voice echoed loudly in the room:

"This is impossible!" he exclaimed, full of disdain. "Since I am an alchemist. I have spent years studying all the formulas and secrets in the Alchemy Tower, I have read from ancient texts to more recent reports but I have never in my life heard of a pill with an effect like that. How can you say such a thing?"

The presenter, with a smile, did not lose his composure and provoked. "If you don’t believe it, then come and see for yourself. "This will clear up our doubts."

The alchemist, still incredulous but eager, filled with attention, walked down with firm steps towards the central platform. Upon arriving, the presenter handed him a small wooden box. The alchemist cautiously opened it, and in that instant, a strong and penetrating medicinal smell filled the air, so clear that it made everyone present immediately understand.

The alchemist, with a tense expression unable to accept that result, sniffed more carefully, observing the pill. His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed as if time stopped. The silence became even deeper, as if the room itself was waiting for a reaction.

The alchemist slowly closed the box, his face now filled with astonishment and respect. He could not help but hold back a sigh, as if he had just discovered something truly surprising.

"Forgive my arrogance," he said in a soft voice, while bowing slightly, his tone much more humble. "It seems I have underestimated this unknown master. This... this is a formula I have never seen before. My ignorance has been revealed to me."

With that statement, the alchemist left, looking for a place to meditate. He had had a few ideas when he was near the pill, and that was enough proof to increase the attention in the room, as if the attendees were trying to process what they had just witnessed. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

The presenter observed the crowd attentively, calm in his gaze, a slight smile on his lips that made him look like a cunning old fox. His eyes shone as he calculated. The atmosphere in the room was charged with enthusiasm, and the words he had spoken moments before seemed to have permeated the air, like a subtle spell.

"The pill that purifies the meridians..." he said, as if it were just any object. And in many ways, it was. That pill was more than just a simple alchemical creation; it represented knowledge that could not be obtained at this time, something that not even the revered Alchemy Tower, with all its vast library, possessed.

The crowd began to whisper amongst themselves, filled with wonder and greed. The host raised his hand, calling for silence.

"As already proven, this pill is authentic," he said firmly. "Now, let us begin the auction."

At that very moment, the atmosphere grew even more tense as the site became more like a competition, the murmuring ceased, and all eyes focused on the small wooden box. But before he could give the floor to the auctioneer, a messenger rushed over, bearing an important message.

"One moment, please," said the presenter, delicately opening the message and reading its words. His expression changed for an instant, before a spark of intrigue lit up his face.

"Precious people and potential clients who have come from far away, allow me a few words before ending this auction. Now here, in my hands, I have important news. — The Celda trading house that is behind this auction and has obtained this pill that could very well be called an elixir, has decided to collaborate with the person involved...

A murmur ran through the room. A few audible ohs escaped the lips of those present.

"Really?" "Someone from the back of the room exclaimed. Are you saying that this pill will be sold on the market?"

The presenter looked at the man who had spoken, an old man with an anxious face, and shook his head slightly. His expression became complicated, but the presenter continued.

"Unfortunately, no," he replied, his voice filled with solemn seriousness. "That was the last of its kind. But you must not be disappointed. Although this wonder pill will no longer be available, the mysterious alchemist has provided us with another recipe... a recipe that, to be frank, is not far behind this one, at any time."

A sigh ran through the room, and some people lamented that perhaps this had been their chance to awaken mana, but quickly changed their expressions at the aforementioned "other pill."

"So, my dear friends, I ask you to look forward to it. What is about to bring an unprecedented change."

The crowd fell into absolute silence, all aware of the impact this would have. A murmur of wonder and greed ran through the room, as the first bids began to emerge from the crowd.

"We start with 10,000 gold coins," said the auctioneer, his sharp gaze observing every gesture, every reaction in the room.

An elderly man with a grim face raised his hand quickly, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"20,000!" he exclaimed in a firm voice, while his companions looked at him with a mixture of respect and envy.