The auction

The grand hall was adorned with chandeliers, their sparkling light casting an ethereal glow over the attendees gathered for the auction. The air was filled with an air of anticipation as the auctioneer, a distinguished lady in a tailored suit, took her place at the podium

It was the same woman whom the Prince had met and to whom he had given his property papers.

she was quite beautiful today, with some makeup and some revealing clothes...

She was like goddess descended from the heavens....

prince was sitting inside a small room for VIP, watching the auction...

Seeing the auction, he remembered his past life in which he was sold by a man in one such auction, at that time the prince was roaming the streets like a beggar and a man came and fed him.

He seduced her and took her with him and locked her in a room where she was given dog food because dogs do not like to eat that food.Some days he was locked up like a prisoner, slept in his own filth. A few days later the same man came and sold him at an auction.

He lived the life of a slave and finally died because his master used him as a meat shield, when protagonist and antagonist were fighting and he was on the wrong place on the wrong time on the wrong world....

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"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed bidders, welcome to this illustrious auction of remarkable antiquities," the auctioneer announced, her voice resonating throughout the hall.

"I welcome you to the Montclair Auction House, where tonight we shall witness the unveiling of extraordinary treasures, coveted by collectors and connoisseurs alike."

The crowd buzzed with excitement, their eyes scanning the array of items displayed on velvet-covered pedestals.

Among them stood a beautifully ornate sword, its hilt adorned with intricate engravings, and various delicate antique trinkets that whispered tales of a bygone era.

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Flourish of applause swept the room as the first item was brought forth, carefully cradled on a burgundy velvet cushion. The auctioneer, a charismatic figure dressed in a sleek black dress, stepped onto the stage. With a confident stride, she approached the lectern, her gavel poised and ready.

"Lot number one," she announced, her voice projecting with practiced eloquence, "an ancient relic from a lost city. A small, intricately carved seashell, believed to hold mystical powers."

She held up the delicate artifact for all to see, its iridescent surface shimmering under the spotlights.

Whispers of awe and intrigue rippled through the audience as eager bidders leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the prized item.

"Bidding will start at 1000 gold coins," the auctioneer declared, her voice carrying a subtle tone of anticipation.

In the front row, a wealthy industrialist, Mr. Harrington, lifted his paddle, ready to assert his dominance. His bejeweled fingers trembled slightly with a mixture of greed and excitement.

"5000 gold coins"

A rival collector, the mysterious Countess Seraphina, seated a few chairs away, glared at Mr. Harrington with eyes like smoldering embers. A silent battle of determination and wealth was about to unfold.

"6000 gold coins"

As the bidding escalated, the room crackled with an electric tension. The auctioneer deftly managed the mounting bids, skillfully drawing out each offer, keeping the anticipation high. The numbers climbed relentlessly, reaching stratospheric heights.

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Prince, a young man with a regal bearing, Dressed impeccably in his tailored suit, he observed the crowd and eagerly awaited the auction to finish.

In his possession were the property papers of his late father's famed inn, a treasured inheritance he intended to sell.

Of course it was a made-up story and as for the real owner, he said he was just a employee who was doing business on their behalf and they want to sell the inn now, so he left the town.

"25000 gold coins from the lady in the red dress," the auctioneer declared, her voice infused with a hint of admiration.

A collective gasp filled the room as the Countess Seraphina secured her victory, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Mr. Harrington's face contorted with a mix of frustration and begrudging respect.

The crowd erupted into applause, recognizing the triumph of the enigmatic countess.

As the auctioneer began the bidding, item after item went under the hammer.

A set of antique plates fetched a handsome price, and a silver pocket watch from a prominent royal lineage caused a flurry of bidding.

Next, an ornate, gilded chest was wheeled forward, drawing all eyes to its gleaming presence.

The chest's origins were shrouded in mystery, but rumors spoke of a hidden compartment that safeguarded a long-lost treasure.

Crafted by a master artisan, its intricate carvings depicted scenes of mythical creatures and epic battles.

The crowd whispered in hushed tones, speculating about the contents concealed within the chest...

As anticipation built, a vibrant painting was unveiled—a masterpiece that seemed to capture the essence of life itself.

The canvas showcased a  countryside scene, bathed in the soft hues of an sunset.

The brushstrokes were so masterful that one could almost feel the gentle breeze rustling through the golden fields.

It was rumored that the artist had imbued the painting with a spell, allowing the owner to step into the frame and experience the serenity firsthand...

of course all of these was just some made up stories to lure the buyers....

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A magnificent set of ancient, leather-bound books followed, their pages yellowed with age and imbued with the knowledge of generations past.

The tomes contained secrets and wisdom long forgotten, promising the reader a glimpse into the realms of magic and alchemy.

The bidding for these prized relics of knowledge was fierce, as scholars and collectors alike vied for the chance to possess their secrets.

Finally, a bejeweled scepter was revealed, its radiant gems sparkling under the chandeliers' illumination. Legends spoke of the scepter's ability to harness the elements, commanding the powers of earth, fire, water, and air. Crafted by a skilled sorcerer, it was said that the wielder of this scepter would become a force to be reckoned with—a true master of the arcane arts. The auction hall crackled with energy, as sorcerers and ambitious nobles alike schemed to claim this coveted artifact.

"what the f*ck? are these people fools? They are madly believing in magic and stories related to it, and if there is such a thing as magic, then why do they feel that they will be able to do magic with the help of this stuff?"

As the bidding commenced, the room erupted into a symphony of hushed conversations and discreet gestures. Wealthy patrons and enchantment enthusiasts locked gazes, their eyes glittering with determination. Each item brought forth a blend of intrigue, desire, and the promise of untold power. The auctioneer skillfully guided the process, she was like a witch, who was selling items after items using her appriance and grand stories...

her voice carrying the weight of anticipation as prices soared higher and higher....

Within the mesmerizing atmosphere of the enchanted auction, fortunes were won and lost, destinies forever altered. The air buzzed with the dreams of those who sought the power and allure of the supernatural. As the final gavel fell, the successful bidders held their acquisitions, knowing that they possessed more than mere objects—they held a piece of the mystical, a gateway to the extraordinary.

Prince's attention remained focused on the Auction, waiting patiently for his property papers to be called. Suddenly, the auctioneer's voice boomed through the hall,

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we come to the last three items of the day."

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