Fantasy Lord: Beginning with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 47: Are There Really Idiots in This Era?

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Are There Really Idiots in This Era?

Of course, envy is just envy; Thor finally suppressed the thought. Silver Armor is different from Black Iron Armor. An Apprentice Knight wearing Silver Armor can even stand up to an ordinary Official Knight. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t plan to sell it. Bringing one this time was just for emergencies, not necessarily to sell.

He wasn’t lacking Gold Coins at the moment, nor was there any need.

Amid Thor’s envy.

The auction’s excitement quickly rose.

Especially after the Silver Armor, with the appearance of the Life Potion, the sound of everyone’s heavy breathing filled the auction site.

"Now presenting our thirteenth item, ten bottles of Low-Level Life Potion, starting at one thousand Gold Coins, minimum bid increase of ten Gold Coins each time."

The woman’s voice rang out.

The next moment, the auction scene boiled over.

"One thousand five hundred Gold Coins!"

"One thousand six hundred!"

"Two thousand Gold Coins!"

"Two thousand two hundred Gold Coins!"

The price instantly jumped from one thousand Gold Coins to two thousand Gold Coins with no signs of stopping.

Hearing those voices, Thor couldn’t help but be tongue-tied.

The nobles and Pioneer Knights of the Northern Province are truly wealthy.

Low-Level Life Potions are expensive even in the Frost Moon Province, but one bottle’s price is usually around two hundred Gold Coins. Now it instantly surpassed this price.

Thor had no intention of intervening in this.

Low-Level Life Potions are indeed important.

But they don’t hold much appeal for him.

Only High-Level Life Potions might.

Among the mixed voices, when it reached three thousand Gold Coins, the bidding slowed down.

Finally, it sold for three thousand one hundred ten Gold Coins.

The fourteenth item, also ten bottles of Low-Level Life Potion, sold for two thousand seven hundred thirty-two Gold Coins.

The fifteenth item, similarly ten bottles of Low-Level Life Potion, sold at the highest price, reaching three thousand five hundred ten Gold Coins.

After fifteen items, then came the Stone of Thunder that Thor wanted.

"Now presenting our sixteenth item, a miraculous stone from the Thunder Prison in the Aegean Sea, endowed with rich Thunder Power, a key material for creating Magic Crystal Cannons and Magic Guide Devices, starting at one thousand Gold Coins, minimum bid increase of ten Gold Coins each time."

The woman’s voice spoke, followed by muscular Knights dragging a gigantic half-human-sized stone into view.

The black stone flashed with arcs of electricity.

The surrounding air seemed to heat up.

"The Stone of Thunder!"

"It really is the Stone of Thunder."

"Oh my God, this thing actually appeared in the Northern Province."

"Too bad, I don’t have an Alchemist, otherwise, I would have to take this."

"Yeah, I don’t have one either."

A chorus of exclamations mixed with sighs rang out.

The Stone of Thunder has many uses, yet most can’t utilize it.

An Alchemist is needed.

As Pioneer Lords, where would they find an Alchemist?

Amid their discussion, Reine’s voice sounded again.

"One thousand two hundred Gold Coins!"

The words brought an immediate quiet.

"One thousand two hundred Gold Coins, is there anyone higher!"

"This is a miraculous stone from the Thunder Prison in the Aegean Sea, richly endowed with Thunder Power and an important material for making Magic Crystal Cannons."

The woman’s voice rang out, yet there was still no response.

Just as she was about to disheartenedly strike the board.

A voice spoke again.

"Two thousand Gold Coins!"

The words were said.

At the moment the voice fell, Thor suddenly looked towards the distant room.

There, a young man was watching from afar with a faint smile, even raising his wine glass in gesture.

"Two thousand five hundred Gold Coins!"

Thor didn’t let Reine speak again but calmly offered a new price.

"Three thousand Gold Coins!"

"Sir from Dressrosa, if you wish, I can continue to increase."

A gentle voice rang out, bringing an annoying feeling. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Five thousand Gold Coins!"

"My Dressrosa Family is not like some paupers; even if it costs ten thousand Gold Coins, so be it."

Thor calmly spoke.

The whole venue was dead silent.

No one dared to speak.

On the first floor, each breath grew louder.

On the second floor, many began watching the drama.

Even the titled nobles watched the rooms with smiles.

"Who are you calling a pauper!"

"Eight thousand Gold Coins!"

With a touch of anger, a voice sounded; the young man couldn’t help but blurt out.

But midway through his words, his expression changed.

On the high stage, the woman couldn’t help but smile, quickly speaking.

"Eight thousand Gold Coins first call!"

"Eight thousand Gold Coins second call!"

"Eight thousand Gold Coins third call!"

"Sold, congratulations to the guest in room five for winning the item."

"Now presenting the seventeenth item!"

The voice from below sounded, but Thor was already inattentive, his brow slightly furrowed.

Even he hadn’t expected such a turn.

The person’s identity was recognizable from the emblem, belonging to the Count’s Clan from the Frost Moon Province, and unlike the Assad Family, it was the Emerson Family, a sworn enemy of the Dressrosa Family.

So when he spoke, Thor knew if he wanted it, even if possible, he would pay a heavy price. This was not what he wanted, so he decisively chose to abandon.

"Kid, your item seems snatched!"

Neil Morton smiled as he looked at Thor.

"Some things aren’t so easily taken!"

Thor chuckled lightly, glancing at Reine.

"Reine, later on, help me find out which territory this fool from the Emerson Family holds."

"Oh, and I’d like to know how many people he has?"

A warm voice sounded; a cold gleam flickered in his eyes.

Daring to snatch his items, they’re asking for trouble.

Meanwhile.

On the other side.

The young man’s face looked unpleasant.

He only intended to raise the price a bit but didn’t expect it to land in his hands directly and at eight thousand Gold Coins.

He didn’t have eight thousand Gold Coins now.

As a Pioneer Knight, his father Count Emerson only gave him eight thousand Gold Coins, of which around two thousand coins were spent on supplies and slaves; he had less than six thousand coins left.

"Knock knock!"

The door was knocked on.

Listening to the knock, the young man grew tense.

"Kolon Knight!"

The attendant spoke with a smile.

"Well, I, I!"

The youth instinctively spoke, but halted midway, not knowing what to say.