In the anti, Rosella's eyes lit up after seeing the Dragon Scale offered by a young nobleman.
She couldn't help but realize sothing.
'Did the owner know that there will be soone in the Auction House today with a Dragon Scale in their bag?' She almost couldn't believe it.
After all, the Dragon Scale was sothing out of the legends. In her mind, this trade wasn't worth it at all!
If he has the Dragon Scale, they should be able to get sothing better than a re potion! Although the Darkness Possession was incredibly rare, it's not sothing impossible to get. There are cases in which you could bribe so Dark Magicians to get this item.
However, the Dragon Scale's rarity is different.
'To think that there's a man crazy enough to trade a legendary item to a re potion… This guy must be rich…' Rosella comnted in her mind as she acknowledged the young man's bid.
Soon, an attendant ca to inspect the scale that the young nobleman had shown.
Then, after confirming that everything was fine. She dropped the gavel and closed the deal…
As the man had also won the Crystallized Essence, he decided to settle the matter later once the auction was done. It seed that he still had plans to acquire other items.
Realizing this, Rosella smiled widely as she continued with the auction.
***
anwhile, as Eustace inford the attendant that he would wait for the end of the auction to complete the transactions, several people focused their attention on him.
This includes Lesley, Clare, Teresa, and even Clyde, who had been closely observing the auction. They all started paying attention to Eustace upon his revelation of the Dragon Scale.
Each of them harbored different thoughts and suspicions regarding Eustace. However, despite their individual motivations, they shared a common desire—to uncover the truth about who he really was.
"These guys aren't stopping… They should have so manners and not be this rude."
As the intensity of their gazes bore down on him, Eustace couldn't help but feel overwheld and irritated. The weight of their scrutiny, coupled with hostility emanating from so of them, began to wear on him.
'Since I'm in an underground auction and I'm in disguise, there shouldn't be any problem...'
Eustace thought as he decided to utilize his Neutral Spell or Spirit Art, specifically the Evil Eye.
With a swift activation, a wave of burning sensations coursed through the eyes of those who had been intently observing him. They instinctively recoiled, closing their eyes as tears stread down their faces. So of the more susceptible individuals even experienced bleeding from their eyes.
However, the stronger Arcanists, including Clyde and the other experienced practitioners, managed to defend against the effects of the Evil Eye.
Nevertheless, Eustace's actions had undeniably alard everyone present.
Clyde, exuding an aura befitting a Mystic Arts Practitioner, spoke first.
"Stop! What you're doing!" He sternly shouted at Eustace to cease his actions while approaching him with his cane in hand.
His imposing presence provided a sense of security to the others in the room.
Unfazed by Clyde's warning, Eustace retorted with a cold voice… "Hmph... I should be the one asking that." His response dripped with an air of defiance, further intensifying the tension in the room.
Rosella wanted to stop the fight by continuing the auction, but a few voices imdiately warned her not to interrupt.
She imdiately realized that there was indeed more to this auction than what it seed.
As the tension between Eustace and Clyde reached its peak, the attendees started using various items or spells to protect themselves from what was to co...
Whom~
Suddenly, Eustace and Clyde's auras collide in a silent display of power.
"They're about the sa in Spirit Strands?"
"Fool… Clyde must be holding back since he's dealing with a teenager."
"No way… The Spiritual Pressure from those two is too strong! Can't you see the people around them having trouble breathing?!"
"Ahhh… Wait! That's true! I'm feeling it now! Their Spiritual Pressure is expanding!"
The people around them started backing down as they didn't want to get caught in the ss.
They didn't expect that the young Summoner was capable of standing off against a legendary figure of the Mystical Arts Faction!
Then, Eustace used his collected essence to strengthen the Spiritual Pressure he was using…
A pulse of otherwordly energy was released. It started emanating an ominous and mysterious presence. The room seed to grow colder as the pressure cast by his aura started affecting the whole Auction Hall.
"Heh~ Not bad!"
Of course, Clyde responded in kind.
His aura radiated a vibrant combination of arcane energy and spiritual force. It crackled and pulsed with an intensity that demanded attention, filling the space around him with an air of authority and command.
His aura felt more solid as the place between the two started shaking and cracking.
The onlookers in the Auction House had already evacuated to the sidelines, their attention now fully captivated by the unfolding battle of auras.
None of them was questioning why it wasn't being stopped and just marveling at the sight of the two power Arcanists in front of their eyes.
This doesn't happen often after all.
They held their breath in anticipation of the clash between these formidable individuals.
They were even waiting for the young man's Summons and for Clyde to cast his Spells!
Soon, the Auction House itself seed to tremble under the weight of their opposing energies.
Yet, both Eustace and Clyde maintained a stoic composure, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze, each refusing to yield an inch.
Within this battle of auras, no physical blows were exchanged, but the intensity of their confrontation spoke volus.
Clare, Lesley, and Teresa were also waiting for sothing to happen as they suppressed their auras.
However, before the battle could escalate further, a commanding voice echoed through the room, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
"That should be enough… I still have sothing to buy here. The auction might be canceled at this rate."
The voice originated from a man of middle age. Standing tall and imposing, he possessed an intimidating presence that demanded attention.
His striking appearance included flowing locks of fiery red hair, elegantly tied back into a ponytail, lending an air of distinction to his overall deanor.
As soon as Eustace saw him, his eyes widened in shock.
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