The city was bustling with life as countless people poured in for the Grand Auction scheduled to begin in the evening. Nurous street vendors lined the roads, especially in the area surrounding the auction venue, their stalls brimming with colorful goods and tantalizing aromas.
Everywhere, whispers of excitent filled the air. Citizens and visitors alike eagerly discussed the auction, their voices buzzing with anticipation. So hoped to gain wealth by auctioning their prized items, while others dread of acquiring treasures that might change their lives forever.
At the city's Hunter Association, the atmosphere was equally lively. Hunters crowded the reception desks, submitting mission reports and collecting their rewards. Many had traveled to the city specifically for the auction, their goal to find better and more powerful weapons to aid them in their monster-slaying endeavors.
The Grand Auction promised thousands of rare and powerful artifacts, many of which were said to be ideal for hunters. As long as they had sufficient funds, they could bid on a weapon or artifact that suited their needs. For those who ventured into the wild to battle deadly monsters, a reliable magical weapon or artifact was essential—sothing they could trust with their lives.
Hunters had been saving up for months, even years, for this opportunity. They dread of finding a weapon that not only matched their skills but also elevated them to new heights of power.
"I heard there'll be thousands of powerful artifacts up for auction—swords, spears, and even magical weapons," one hunter said excitedly.
"And I heard there'll be a few Legendary Artefacts included!" another chid in. "Legendary Artifacts! Can you imagine? Even one of those is enough to drive people wild!" Enjoy new tales from empire
"This is unbelievable," a third hunter remarked. "People will go crazy for those Legendary Weapons. Every kingdom will want them! Even the Emperor would probably bid for one."
"But Legendary Artifacts are complicated," soone else interjected. "Only a handful of people can actually wield their full power. People like us? We're not ant for them."
The room buzzed with such conversations, the hunters' excitent palpable. They were eager to witness the spectacle of the auction, knowing that powerful figures from across the continent would attend.
Adding to the excitent were rumors of the infamous Celestial Blades being spotted in the city. This elite hunter party had recently gained fa across the continent for their incredible and mysterious prowess. Their rumored presence sparked curiosity and speculation, with many believing they would attend the auction.
"Do you think we'll see them at the venue?" one hunter asked.
"Of course!" another replied confidently. "Even the Celestial Blades wouldn't miss sothing as monuntal as the Grand Auction."
The anticipation continued to grow as the city buzzed with activity. Everyone was counting down the hours to the Grand Auction, knowing it would be a day to rember.
While many were intrigued by the rumors surrounding the Celestial Blades, the most tantalizing whispers revolved around the won in their party. Stories claid their beauty was unmatched, rivaling that of goddesses, and leaving even the most stunning mortals in their shadow.
However, as very few had ever seen them in person, the rumors remained unverified. With the Celestial Blades expected to attend the auction, excitent rippled through the crowd at the prospect of seeing these enigmatic figures in the flesh.
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Inside a luxurious villa specially prepared for distinguished guests, a young man lounged on an opulent sofa, sipping from a crystal glass of premium wine. Around him were several strikingly beautiful won, each clad in alluring, finely crafted outfits that left little to the imagination, clearly ant to captivate his attention.
The young man's appearance was equally striking—his golden hair cascading like a shimring waterfall, sharp eyebrows framing his piercing eyes, and a defined chin completing his aristocratic visage. His robust physique only added to his commanding presence, accentuated by the luxurious clothing he wore, tailored from rare materials by master artisans.
Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in similarly fine attire, though his uniform-like appearance suggested a role of service rather than indulgence. Despite the allure of the won around him, the older man maintained an air of calm professionalism.
"When does the auction begin? I'm tired of wasting my ti sitting here all day," the young man grumbled, his tone a mix of boredom and irritation.
"The auction will comnce at sunset, Young Master Denise," the middle-aged man replied evenly. "If you wish, we could take a stroll through the city to pass the ti."
Denise leaned back thoughtfully, his fingers tapping the edge of his glass. The idea of exploring the city intrigued him—his family's tendency toward seclusion ant he rarely had such opportunities.
"Well," Denise mused with a grin spreading across his face, "it has been a while since we've stepped out into the wider world. This seems like a perfect chance to enjoy the city's offerings."
He set his glass down and stood, stretching his arms lazily.
"Are we really going out to explore?" one of the won asked, her eyes sparkling with excitent.
"That's right," Denise confird with a charming smile. "Not only will we soak in the atmosphere of the city, but we might also pick up so valuable insights while we're at it."
Turning to the middle-aged man, Denise's expression shifted into one of playful authority. "Uncle Gordon, inform the Magic Knights to prepare for our outing. In the anti, I'll change into sothing more... appropriate. Sothing that will make irresistible to the city's lovely ladies."
As he turned to leave, Denise's grin grew wider, and a hint of mischief danced in his eyes.
"I've heard Princess Fiona is a true beauty," he remarked, licking his lips with a predatory gleam. "Who knows? Maybe I'll have the pleasure of eting her today."
The won giggled at his words, but Uncle Gordon's expression remained stoic. With a bow, he replied, "As you wish, Young Master."
Denise walked away, his laughter echoing in the room, leaving an air of indulgence and arrogance in his wake.
"I'll inform the Magic Knights of your plans imdiately." Gordon, the middle-aged man, stood up from the sofa, bowed slightly, and left the room, giving Young Master Denise the privacy to prepare.
A short while later, Denise, accompanied by his entourage of stunning won, exited the luxurious villa to explore the bustling city. A small group of elite Magic Knights followed closely behind, tasked with ensuring their Young Master's safety.
Denise belonged to the illustrious Drake Clan, one of the Ten Great Families. Renowned as unparalleled dragon hunters, their heritage spanned over two millennia. The clan's strength and legacy were said to be intimately tied to the dragons they hunted—legends claid that consuming dragon at imbued their bodies with incredible power, rendering them nearly impervious to conventional weapons.
Every mber of the Drake Clan boasted a muscular, robust physique, and their unyielding pride in their strength was matched only by their notoriety. Unfortunately, the Drake Clan's insatiable lust for beautiful won earned them the ire of other Great Families, often leading to violent conflicts.
To protect their clan's future, the Drake Patriarch had assigned the finest Magic Knights to guard Denise, aware of the dangerous rivals lurking in the shadows.
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"Young Lady, I've received news that the Young Master of the Drake Clan is wandering the city with his courtesans," a cold-faced middle-aged woman reported, her dark lips curling into a sinister smile. "Shall I send soone to... snuff out his life?"
Across from her, a stunningly beautiful woman lounged on an opulent sofa, her icy expression betraying no emotion. In her delicate hands, she toyed with colorful substances encased in test tube-like containers, their hues glowing faintly in the dim light.
"No need," she replied coolly. "Let him enjoy his little mont. The other families will deal with him eventually. There's no reason for us to dirty our hands with the blood of filth like him."
The older woman nodded, her grin widening unnervingly. "Indeed. Your wisdom is unmatched, Young Lady. It's no wonder the Patriarch chose you to represent us at the auction. Let the other Great Families exhaust themselves over him while we focus on our true purpose."
Heidi Vyker, one of the successors of the Vyker Clan, set the test tube down and leaned back, her piercing gaze as sharp as the venom her family wielded. Known for their mastery of Poison Magic, the Vyker Clan was one of the Ten Great Families, infamous for their secrecy and lethal precision. Heidi, in particular, had earned a reputation for her cruelty and cunning, rarely dirtying her hands when others could do her bidding.
"Have you co across anything of interest regarding the auction or other matters?" Heidi asked, raising a finely arched eyebrow.
The older woman's grin turned conspiratorial. "Indeed, Young Lady. Most of what I've uncovered pertains to the auction itself. However, there is one piece of information unrelated to it that may pique your interest."
Heidi tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"Go on," she said, her voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of authority.
"Ignore the news about the auction; tell the interesting one. This piques my interest," Lady Heidi commanded, a sly grin playing on her lips as she placed the test tube-like containers on the table.
With a chuckle, the middle-aged woman responded, "Well, I've discovered that a Hunter Party called the Celestial Blades has gained fa not only throughout the empire but also beyond its borders."
"Oh, this is very interesting. I wonder how they managed to beco so renowned… Perhaps they perford so heroic deeds to earn their fa," Heidi mused, her voice tinged with excitent.
"Well, what truly sets them apart is their unparalleled strength, stunning appearances, and the number of won in their party. There is only one man among them; the rest are all won. Rumor has it that the won are his wives."
"Interesting… However, it's just a baseless rumor; it can't be real. After all, how can so many won willingly beco a single man's wives? He must have used so dirty tricks to keep them by his side."
"Unfortunately, that's exactly the opposite, my Lady. The rumor is that they're actually in this city as we speak. Only a few people have spotted them flying through the streets."
"Flying?! Are you saying they can fly? Are you really telling the truth?" Heidi sprang up from the sofa, her face contorted in shock. She struggled to comprehend what she had just heard.
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