My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!-Chapter 608: Tower Master’s Return

"One hundred million spirit stones!" Estelia didn’t even give the man a chance to explain or hype up the treasure before making the first bid.

Her voice was usually calm and collected, but when she was bidding, it became quite sharp. This wasn’t just another rare artifact. It was a gateway to the upper realm that her father wanted.

The auctioneer barely blinked. He’d expected the bidding to start high, but this... this was just the beginning.

A hundred million spirit stones was an astronomical sum, enough to bankrupt most noble demon families. It was a clear indication that Estelia wasn’t playing around.

"One hundred and ten million," a gruff voice countered from a box shrouded in shadows. The voice belonged to a horned demon, his eyes burning with heavy greed.

"One hundred and fifty million," Estelia retorted instantly, not even glancing at her competitor. Her gaze was fixed on the Portal Stone, its obsidian surface reflecting the dim light of the auction hall like a small void.

The price climbed rapidly due to Primordial Demons’ desperate desire for the Upper Worlds amongst the upper echelon of Hell.

One hundred and eighty million. Two hundred million. Two hundred and fifty. The hushed whispers of the audience were replaced by the sharp declarations of the bidders.

Meanwhile, Eren was moving through the back corridors of the auction house. His heart was beating fast, as he realized that he didn’t even have any escape talismans this time. If he was caught, then he was as good as dead.

He soon entered the restroom, possibly the only place that wasn’t under heavy observation. Inside, he created a blood clone and gave his clothes to the clone.

The clone left, preparing to return to Estelia’s room, so Eren wouldn’t be caught in the web of suspicion when the heist took place.

After sending the clone out, Eren started transforming. But he didn’t transform into a person that no one should recognise. He transformed into something that many important people knew about, especially the Seventh Primordial.

He transformed into the Necromancer Tower Master, who was said to be missing. No one knew that the person who died in the loud explosion outside the Royal City was the Necromancer that many people were curious about.

In the eyes of these people, that person had already returned to his world. But what if he was to make an appearance? It wasn’t going to raise much suspicion, since that man had already managed to escape from a Primordial and the Hellhound City Lord once.

If anyone could have courage to rob things that were being auctioned at a place like this, then it was him. Eren wanted to have them chase after the ghost of Tower Master, while he was simply going to return to hiding behind the First Primordial like an innocent child.

Once he finished transforming, he also changed his clothes. He wore darker clothes, that were something favoured by the Necromancer Tower Master. He had already robbed the treasury of that person, so he didn’t lack clothes with the symbol of Necromancer Tower either.

"Now, how to get out of here without getting seen?" he thought, thinking about the only problem that was still left. If he was seen leaving a place where Eren came out from, then it was surely going to raise some questions that he didn’t want to answer.

He didn’t know if the invisibility of Dragon Tongue could fool these things. He could leave as a shadow, but even a shadow leaving on its own was going to be seen. He needed someone so that a simple shadow didn’t look suspicious.

Fortunately, the answer walked over to him itself, as he heard the sound of the door opening. Another person entered the grand bathroom. When the person was leaving, Eren also silently stepped out.

He turned into a shadow, and hid inside the shadow of the man. He left the washroom, accompanying a man that turned out to be a guard who was going towards the stage, to his pleasant surprise.

He passed several locked doors, each guarded by heavily armed demons. And none of them seemed to notice anything strange.

Back on the stage, the bidding war had reached a feverish level.

This content is taken from fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm.

"Three hundred million!" Estelia declared, her voice unwavering, but a faint tremor in her hand betrayed her mounting anxiety. She had expected the bid to reach as high as two hundred and fifty million, since that was the complete net worth of the Second Richest Primordial.

At this point, she was wondering if she had made a mistake by bidding on that slave, being overconfident in her information about other people’s funds.

To her frustration, the bid had gone far beyond her expectations. She didn’t understand why that was the case. Was the information that was gathered by them wrong? Or was something else at play behind the curtains.

A chillingly smooth voice entered the fray, "Three hundred and fifty million."

All eyes turned to the source: a box draped in luxurious velvet. It was the room of the Dragon Princess, but that voice didn’t belong to the Princess.

It was a man’s voice that Estelia had heard a few times. That voice left her stunned. The Second Primordial had arrived personally, something that she didn’t expect.

"Even if he came personally, funds can’t appear out of thin air. Even if he sells all his cities and everything he owns, he still shouldn’t have this much wealth! So how?! Is he lying?" Estelia exclaimed in disbelief.

"He doesn’t seem to be lying." Jenia chimed in, ignoring the return of Eren who silently took his seat without saying a single word. "If it’s a lie, it’ll be caught since the payment needs to be done right after bidding. Something is really strange. I can think of only one possibility!"

"What is that possibility?" Estelia asked.

"The other Primordials must be helping him. They have agreed to share their funds with the Second Primordial. That must be why he came here personally. If that’s the case, then we might never be able to win the bid!" Jenia said, her expressions darkening.