Auction End

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, let me present our 43rd lot. A magic crystal cannon created by the refiner from the royal capital. Having this, you can secure yourself from the attack from Orcs. We shall begin the bidding at five thousand gold coins, with a minimum increment of hundred gold coins. Let the bidding commence!"

The woman's expression was extremely bright, as she said. From today's auction sale, she can get a lot of commission. She might also be promoted to auction in the safer internal areas. Living in Northern Wasteland is really nerve-wracking.

The noble forces directly entered the bid this time. The Magic Crystal Canon is extremely precious, and even many baronies don't have them. Especially in Northern Wasteland, where there is a lack of life professions. Every life profession is extremely precious in this barren land.

The bids rose rapidly, each increment echoing the urgency felt by those present.