End of the Auction

"I'll offer a lv. 65 peak-tier weapon!"

Everyone turned back to Jack's room as a new image appeared on his wall. It was a halberd with golden dragons etched into the handle and the blade. As the dragons coiled around the shaft of the halberd, they formed grip for the user.

"That should be enough, right? Or do you have anything else to offer?" Jack's question was spoken out loud, but everyone knew he was talking to that old man.

Inside the association's private room, that councilman was fuming mad. He was certain that no one else at the auction was stronger than him and that his personal wealth could win him that precious cloak. Since it was so valuable, he even went back on his word and continued to up the bid.