Eye Devil’s Party (5)

The guests returned to their own seats after checking the crown. Vapor and Spider returned to their seats as well.

Eye Devil slowly stepped onto the platform in the center and glanced around.

"So, have you checked the authenticity of the artifact?"

"Of course, it’s authentic. It’s an artifact from Eye Devil and we all trust you," a minotaur that was surrounded by burning flames responded in a deep voice.

The minotaur’s words made the other guests chuckle.

"Is that so? Elder Ebola has some good taste." Eye Devil nodded at the minotaur. "Alright, name your price now."

"10,000!" A young red man stood up and shook his wine glass slightly, there was a smile on his face.

"12,000!" Another man shouted—he was talking to his friend not so long ago.

The two black robes nodded slightly and one of them joined the bidding. "20,000."

Eye Devil’s sight fell upon him. "Thank you, masters from the ultimate hell."