The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 430: If You Want It, I’d Grant It

When the auctioneer stepped onto the stage, the crowd burst into applause, welcoming him with eager smiles. Everyone was excited, ready to bid on the treasures waiting to be revealed.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlen!" the auctioneer called out cheerfully, waving to the audience. "For those who ca last month and felt disappointed with the selection, today will make up for it because we have plenty of extraordinary items for you!"

Primrose listened quietly to his lively speech while nibbling on the pastries served by the maids. Honestly, she was only there for the experience. None of the items in the catalog really caught her eye, and Edmund didn’t seem interested in anything either.

Lazarus hadn’t arrived yet, but even if he didn’t show up, his famous rum would still sell for a high price. His presence wasn’t really needed anyway. At least this way, Primrose could enjoy so peaceful ti with her husband.

"Are you sure you don’t want anything?" she asked again, glancing at him. "Maybe... a pet? I saw a rare breed of dog listed in the catalog."

Edmund looked at her in silence for a mont before saying, "Dogs don’t like ." He paused, then added, "They always bark and try to bite my hand whenever I get close."

Primrose sighed softly. "Alright then, no dogs."

She rembered hearing that dogs often bark at other animals they think are more dominant because they feel threatened.

Maybe that was why they reacted that way toward Edmund.

Alright then, if she couldn’t figure out what her husband might like, she’d just let the universe show her a sign.

"Ladies and gentlen, are you ready to see the first item?!" The auctioneer’s voice grew louder, his energy spreading through the room until the crowd was buzzing with excitent.

Compared to the other auction houses Primrose had visited, the Illvaris Auction House was definitely noisier and far less elegant, but at least this one didn’t sell slaves, unlike many others.

One by one, the auctioneer presented each item from the catalog. The bidding wars were intense, sotis even a little chaotic, with people shouting and throwing insults, especially when the "mystery item" appeared.

"This is water from the Moon Goddess’s temple!" the auctioneer announced proudly, holding up a clear glass bottle that shimred with rainbow hues under the sunlight. "It’s said to grant eternal youth! The bidding starts at twenty thousand gold coins!"

"Fifty!"

"Sixty!"

The price kept climbing until it reached a hundred thousand gold coins. From the balcony, Primrose simply watched in silence, trying not to laugh. She and the beasts could easily get that sa water for free, just by climbing the thousand steps of the Moon Goddess Temple.

The priests even sent her bottles of that very water every two weeks, saying it was their honor to gift the Queen who had once spoken to the Moon Goddess.

If she had known that people would pay such a ridiculous price for it, Primrose would’ve brought ten—no, fifty—bottles of Moon Goddess Water and sold each one for fifty thousand coins!

After the so-called "beauty water" sold for an outrageous amount, the staff brought a new item onto the stage: a pink perfu bottle.

Primrose leaned forward, intrigued. It wasn’t listed in the catalog, and the bottle itself was stunning because it shaped like a blooming pink rose, delicate and graceful.

"This is the Blooming Perfu! A rare collection created by Madam Rachel, who only makes twelve bottles a year!" the auctioneer announced proudly, his voice full of excitent. "Every month, she crafts a perfu with a different scent, and this one carries the gentle fragrance of blooming roses, mixed with a touch of sothing so unique that no other perfur could ever recreate it!"

"But for your information," the auctioneer continued with a bright grin, "this month’s perfu is actually a remake of one Madam Rachel created twenty-three years ago! So, if you’re a fan of authentic and tiless pieces, this one is perfect for you!"

Primrose stood up slightly, resting her hands on the railing as she listened. Madam Rachel was one of the most famous perfurs in the entire Vellmoria Empire.

Her perfus were known for their one-of-a-kind scents, and as the auctioneer ntioned, no one had ever managed to copy her work because no one knew the secret ingredients she used.

So people claid she used a drop of virgin’s blood. Others believed she practiced strange, unorthodox thods. But a few months ago, a group of doctors suggested that her signature fragrances were made from rare flowers, ones that only Madam Rachel seed to know where to find.

Still, that wasn’t the reason Primrose felt drawn to this perfu. What caught her heart was the bottle itself. The Blooming Perfu being auctioned tonight looked almost exactly like the one her mother used to own.

Lazarus had given that perfu to his wife, Iriana, when she was pregnant with Primrose. That’s why it wasn’t just a pretty bottle or a rare scent, but it was a precious mory from her childhood.

Her mother had used up the perfu long before giving birth, and only the empty bottle remained. Primrose once begged her father to ask Madam Rachel to recreate it, but the perfur refused, saying she never made the sa perfu twice.

Who would have thought that after all these years, Madam Rachel would suddenly decide to recreate her mother’s perfu this month?

"The bidding for this perfu will start at ten thousand gold coins!" the auctioneer declared, and the room imdiately ca alive with excitent.

After a few people lifted their bidding paddles, Primrose raised hers without hesitation.

"Eighty thousand gold coins!" she called out clearly, her voice echoing through the hall.

She had planned to save her money to buy sothing nice for her husband later, but maybe she could earn more eventually. Right now, all that mattered was getting that damn perfu!

"We have eighty thousand gold coins!" the auctioneer called out. "Do I hear ninety?"

"Ninety!" shouted the Marchioness of Lambert.

Primrose bit her lower lip, then quickly lifted her paddle again. "One hundred and twenty thousand!"

"Dear lord! Do I hear more?!" the auctioneer exclaid dramatically.

"Two hundred!" another woman yelled from the front row.

Damn it.

It seed the Marchioness and the other noble ladies wanted the perfu just as badly as Primrose did. They were probably hoping to turn heads at the upcoming King of Azria’s banquet.

After all, that event was practically a hunting ground for potential matches, so it made sense for these noblewon to want sothing that could charm the n present.

But Primrose didn’t care about any of that, she wanted the perfu for the mories it carried! Should she use all the dowry her husband had given her? If it went higher than that, maybe she could ask her father for more money.

Denish had ntioned that Lazarus’s finances were doing exceptionally well lately, especially since he’d stopped spending money on dresses and jewelry for her. So why not make good use of it instead of letting it pile up like a mountain?

Before Primrose could raise her paddle again, her husband suddenly stood up. Without saying a word, he took the paddle from her hand, his calm voice cutting through the noise of the hall.

"Six hundred thousand."

The entire auction house went completely still. No one had ever bid that high for one of Madam Rachel’s perfus before. Normally, prices like that were only seen when the item offered protection or could enhance a person’s strength.

But for a damn perfu? That was unbelievable. Only a madman would spend such an amount on sothing that could eventually run out. It wasn’t even magical, just a rare scent.

"S-Six hundred thousand!" the auctioneer finally shouted, breaking the tense silence that filled the hall. "Do I hear anything higher?!"

Gasps and whispers spread through the crowd, everyone turning toward the man who had just shocked an entire room with four simple words.

"Isn’t that the Beast King?"

"Yes, yes, it’s definitely him! Is he buying that perfu for his wife?"

"The Duke’s daughter?"

"She really is beautiful, but I never thought her husband would spend six hundred thousand gold coins just to buy her a damn perfu!"

Primrose found herself wondering the sa thing as everyone else. How could her husband be willing to spend that much money on a single bottle of perfu?! She hadn’t even told him that the scent reminded her of her mother.

"H-Husband, don’t you think that’s a little too much?" Primrose asked in a quiet voice, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Edmund glanced at her, his tone calm and steady. "If it’s sothing you want," he said, "then I’ll make sure you have it."

Primrose’s chest filled with an overwhelming warmth, and for a mont, she felt as if tears might spill from her eyes.

The auctioneer, still stunned and wide-eyed, finally lifted his gavel and brought it down with a sharp thud.

"Sold! To His Majesty, the Beast King, for six hundred thousand gold coins!" he announced, his voice echoing through the hall as the crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and astonished whispers.