Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 483:Che! Everyone Is Faunting Wealth

His tone carried clear suspicion.

The guard hesitated.

Before he could answer, another man sitting at the table let out a cold snort.

"Idiot."

"Did you forget our own establishnt rules?"

He tapped his finger lightly on the table.

"He is a Marquise of the Empire."

"That alone qualifies him to enter."

The questioning man paused for a mont.

Then his expression darkened.

"But that bastard…"

He clenched his fist slightly.

"He ruined several of our business channels in the past."

"Do you think we can just let him walk in here and buy whatever he wants from us?"

His voice carried obvious hostility.

Another figure sitting quietly at the corner finally spoke.His tone was calm but cold.

"No."

"If we forcefully kick him out, it will create unnecessary trouble."

He leaned back slightly in his chair.

"He is not soone we can openly offend."

The room fell silent again.Everyone understood what that ant.Ethan was no longer so small noble.

He had influence.He had strength.

And most importantly, he had the backing of the Empire.Acting openly against him would bring consequences.

The man who had spoken earlier slowly relaxed his clenched fist.

But the irritation in his eyes did not fade.

"Then what?"

He asked in a low voice.

The man sitting at the head of the table finally moved.

He had remained silent until now.His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his chair while a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

A cold smile.

One that did not reach his eyes.

"We don't need to act openly," he said calmly.

The others turned their attention toward him.

"We simply make things… difficult for him."

The man who had been angry earlier paused.

Then a slow, understanding grin appeared on his face.

"…I see."

The man at the head leaned forward slightly.

"There are many ways to deal with soone in an auction."

He picked up a glass from the table and swirled the liquid inside.

"Raise the prices."

"Block his options."

"Make him waste money."

His smile deepened slightly.

"Or even better…"

"Make sure he cannot get what he wants."

The room grew quiet again.

But this ti, the silence felt heavier and more dangerous.

The man who had first spoken let out a low chuckle.

"So we are going to play with him."

Another man laughed softly.

"That Marquise thinks he can co here and take what he wants."

"He is in the wrong place for that."

The man at the head of the table leaned back again.

His expression returned to calm, but the cold intent remained.

"Do not act recklessly," he added.

"We are not here to create a scene."

"We are here to remind him…"

"This is our ground."

The man who had been irritated earlier finally relaxed completely.

A sneaky smile spread across his face.

"Then let's cause him so trouble…"

He let out a quiet laugh.

"Keekeke…"

...

A soft bell rang.

Ding.

The sound echoed clearly across the entire venue.

At that mont, all eyes turned toward the stage.

From behind a velvet curtain, a woman slowly walked out.

She wore a tight and elegant dress that hugged her curvy figure perfectly. The fabric shimred under the light while the slit along her leg revealed smooth, fair skin with every step she took. Her long hair flowed behind her, and her eyes carried a confident and charming glow.

A faint smile rested on her lips.

Her presence alone drew the attention of the entire hall.

"Welco, honored guests," she spoke in a smooth and captivating voice.

"I am the host of today's grand auction."

She paused briefly while scanning the crowd.

"It is our honor to have so many distinguished individuals gathered here."

The hall remained quiet.

Everyone listened.

"Today's auction has been carefully prepared by the rchant Association," she continued.

"And I assure you, every item presented here will be worthy of your attention."

She raised her hand slightly.

"Let us begin."

The first item was brought onto the stage.

A scroll sealed with golden markings.

"This is a high level combat technique," she announced.

"SS Rank Sword Art. Crimson Void Slash."

"A technique capable of cutting through both physical and spiritual defenses."

"Starting price… ten million gold coins."

The mont she finished speaking, the bidding began.

"Fifteen million!"

"Twenty million!"

"Thirty million!"

The prices rose quickly.

Within monts, the scroll was sold for sixty-eight million gold coins.

The second item followed imdiately.

"This is an SSS Rank Body Strengthening Technique."

"Titan Core Refinent thod."

"Starting price… twenty million gold coins."

This ti the competition beca even more intense.

Voices echoed across the hall as nobles and warriors competed fiercely.The final price crossed one hundred million before the hamr fell.

Ethan sat quietly in his private chamber, watching everything calmly while sipping his tea.

Beside him, Rathlos observed the items carefully.

More items appeared one after another.

Rare potions.

Enchanted armor.

High level artifacts.

Each item caused waves of excitent across the hall.

Then another item was brought out.

A sword.

The blade shimred faintly under the light while a sharp aura spread from it.

"This is a high-grade weapon," the host announced.

"A Legendary Rank sword. Windbreak Edge."

"A weapon capable of enhancing speed and h

cutting power."

"Starting price… ten million gold coins."

Rathlos's eyes sharpened slightly the mont he saw it.Without hesitation, he spoke.

"Ten million."

Ethan glanced at him.

"What do you need a sword for?" he asked calmly.

"You can use your scales to form a sword."

Rathlos did not take his eyes off the stage.

"I need it for the sa reason as you," he replied.

"I cannot rely on them all the ti."

Ethan did not say anything further.

anwhile, the bidding had already begun to rise.

"Fifteen million!"

"Twenty-five million!"

"Forty million!"

The price climbed rapidly.

Rathlos frowned slightly and raised his voice again.

"Fifty million."

But others were not backing down.

"Sixty million!"

"Eighty million!"

"Ninety million!"

Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly while watching the competition.

The sword was good.But not worth such a price.

Still, Rathlos continued.

"One hundred million."

The hall grew quieter for a mont.

Then another voice sounded.

"One hundred ten million."

Rathlos's expression tightened.

"One hundred twenty million."

The tension in the hall increased.But the bidding did not stop.

"One hundred thirty million."

At that mont, Ethan finally spoke.

"Stop."

Rathlos paused.

Ethan looked at him calmly.

"Let it go," he said.

"We can get sothing else."

Rathlos clenched his jaw slightly.He looked at the sword again.Then he slowly exhaled and leaned back.

"…Fine."

The hamr fell shortly after.

"Sold."

The sword was taken by soone else.

Rathlos remained silent for a mont while Ethan took another sip of tea.

His expression remained calm.

"This is just the beginning," he said quietly.

"The real items have not appeared.I am sure there will be more so don't be saddened."

"I am not…It's just this leaves a bitter aftertaste.."

"I…. The King Of Wyvern Tribe has to give leeway to a random noble.."Rathlos snorted, making Ethan laugh.