Weapon seller in the world of magic

Amidst curious gazes, as she reached the stage, Chang Bo voiced out his doubt in place of the spectators, "I'm sorry but aren't you Miss Ryu Fang?"

The lady let out a smirk under her hood as she replied, "Is there any rule that I can't use fake names? Also, what is in the name anyway? Do you pick the bids using the names or the items they put forth for the trade?"

An elemental seed is a rare thing, sought by every adventurer, but its value depends on the person. For some, it is useless, and for some, it is priceless. For example, the seed of fire turned out to be a fortune for Shang Wei.

But, what about the seed of light?

If one doesn't have a light attribute or bloodline unrelated to a light attribute beast, the seed of light will give healing powers to the consumer.

Hence, the guests were torn between worth and worthless… Well, since Mark already informed earlier that he wouldn't see the item's price but how much value it will be, to him. So, people are cool with it.

But, more than that, they were surprised to see the fact that one uninvited unnamed adventurer who is in the legendary realm managed to bag both of the top items.

Anyways, what's over is over. They no longer paid attention to the earlier matter as Xie Mei raised the scroll once again.

The following item is the main attraction of the auction and everyone did their best bid to win this.

"Finally, the top 1 and the last item of the auction, the Sword of Light. The winning bid for this item is 50 earth-grade divine items. Congratulations, Adventurer Long Juan. Ah, you can't be serious…" Xie Mei blurted out in shock.

Not just her, this time, every spectator also rose to their feet, as it was the same hooded woman who walked to the stage leisurely while swaying her hips.

As she reached the stage, Xie Mei asked in disbelief, "Why is it you again? Who are you?"

"Just a nameless adventurer," replied the woman as she tossed the storage ring. Chang Bo, however, didn't outrightly hand over the sword to her. Instead, he left the stage and went through the backdoor before rushing to Mark's room for confirmation.

In the meantime, a figure put his hands behind him and spoke loud, although in a calm manner, "Okay, that's it. I'm out of this place without any ethics…" The familiar voice made Mark turn his head to look in the direction of the source, only to find the vice president/second-in-command of the Merchant guild, Wang Ming.

Merchant Guild might not have a great presence because of the fact that individual wealthy merchants occupy almost 30% of the market, but he sure has a great reputation among the masses as every rookie who wanted to be a merchant usually joins the guild to gain experience.

While they hand missions regularly, the Merchant guild is more known as a Business school than a guild.

One can imagine what kind of contacts this Vice President could have. And right now, he seemed offended the most.

Mark shouldn't have cared about it either, as he could even meet the President if he wanted. But, the guest's comment at the end displeased him.

As if that wasn't enough, a few noble guests also seemed to be turning around and leaving their respective rooms.

Feeling insulted by their actions, he made his move, publicly displaying his arrogance for the first time in months. "Syl, stop them."

Sylvandria's demigod aura erupted from her body and filled the house. The ones who are seated aren't affected at all. But, the ones who got up felt enormous pressure on their body. Some of them collapsed right to their chairs while some were forced to their knees.

At once, fear spread among the guests as Mark got up and walked to the edge of the balcony. His gaze was cold and his attention was currently on the old man, who was slowly rising to his feet after the removal of the pressure, "Ethics? Mr.

Wang, I repeatedly warned you not to make a scene, and yet, you people are taking advantage of the fact that you are guests and spouting whatever words came to your mouth without taking our dignity into consideration at all. Since you want to leave so badly, you may leave as you wish.

But, remember from now onwards, any merchant belonging to your guild has no right to conduct business using our firearms."

Some people let out a gasp of surprise, while some stayed silent. Some became serious but didn't voice out their thoughts due to the demigod's presence. King Yan's legs shivered uncontrollably after being experienced the power of a demigod in person. It happened only for two seconds but as someone in the legendary realm, he could understand it more than anyone else in the room.

On the other hand, Wang Ming didn't seem intimidated by Mark's warning. He straightened his sleeves and let out a snort as he slowly walked away, "As if merchants are lining up to buy firearms from you.

Your sales are as dim as a light comes from a single firefly." After commenting in response to the warning, he thought to himself, "I will make sure no one even sells your firearms outside your kingdom. Having strength isn't everything in the world."

"Hmpf, you just wait old man. Soon, the entire continent will flip down," muttered Mark under his breath, staring at Wang Ming's back before sitting down in his chair, again.

Looking at the others who are unsure whether to leave or not, Mark addressed them, "I thank everyone who attended the auction, some of you even traveled here from far away. As a token of appreciation…"

*Clap* Clap*

Once again, the servants rushed out together with a platter in their hands, although there wasn't food placed on it.

Instead, there was a shining semi-automatic handgun with ten 9mm bullets placed neatly on the side. There was also a scroll accompanying the weapon, with instructions written on it.

For the VIP guests on the first floor, a rifle gun and fifty bullets in a box were provided as complementary. Of course, the scroll with guidelines is a must.

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