Chapter 145: Infernal Itching
Irwin yawned as he leaned back in the chair, staring at the massive auction happening below. Seeing his cards being sold for exceedingly absurd amounts had been fun at first, but after seven days of it, he'd found he could only be surprised and impressed so much. Besides, compared to some of Lord Urdwellan's own cards and some others, the prices he got were only at the bottom of the upper amounts.
Still… I guess I'm almost rich now? he thought.
Well, at least rich by this world's standards. Ambraz had told him that with what he had, he could barely live for four to five years in one of the main branches and their worlds. As he thought about that, Irwin's mind began conjuring up images of massive worlds populated by powerful hand and soulcarded and even more powerful demons, monsters, and other soulskilled beings. Ambraz had told him some stories, and he wondered if he would ever get to see those worlds.
Probably I will if I manage to become a diamond rank smith, Irwin thought.
Which would take a long, long time, he knew. He might be able to reforge emerald cards, but without Ambraz's help, getting them to a hundred percent was still a dream. If he wanted to reach Ruby rank it would have to be the next thing he worked on.
As his gaze drifted around, he wondered if Crithann would be happy. His hand drifted to his side pocket, which held the two most expensive cards he had- his own Vaelite one and the Amethyst Dryadic seedling card he bought on the fifth days. It had been the third Dryadic card in the auction, the first two both being Emerald, and it had cost him far more soulshards than even Driseog had anticipated. At almost three hundred and eighty thousand soulshards, it had easily been one of the most expensive Amethyst cards, period.
I wonder if Crithann is going to repay me for those, he wondered, then shrugged. Even if the other didn't, if he could see Lord Ulderion create a heartcard, that would be priceless.
"And finally, after seven amazing days, the final card of this week's auction!"
The Auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, ripping Irwin from his daydream.
"To make sure none of us forget these great days, we have saved the best for last," the Auctioneer continued, his voice filled with even more energy than it had held before.
With a flurry of his hands, an Emerald card appeared.
Irwin looked at the image of a tiny bird with three eyes and read the card, which was called Psybird- a summon card. His eyes widened as he read the passive effect, and he leaned forward. Mental stability?