Chapter 34
Ch.34 A Dispute Leads to Immediate Fighting
“Two Faras.”
Luo Nan calmly stated his bid.
Honestly, he was genuinely surprised someone was competing with him for the ‘scales from the corner of a mermaid’s eye’.
When he followed the voice to the first bidder, he received an answer that was unexpected yet perfectly logical.
It was the Bandage Face.
“Hah, only one Surs above the reserve price? This guy must be broke.”
“What a pity… If I didn’t need this, maybe you’d have snatched it at half-price.”
“But since I’m here, this scale’s final owner will inevitably be me.”
Luo Nan rubbed his Black Gold credit card between his fingers—that was the source of his confidence.
“Let’s finish this quickly. No need to waste time with endless tiny increments.”
When Auctioneer Leli called out, ‘Two Faras once’, the Bandage Face on the opposite side of the temporary auction hall seemed to make a decision and immediately raised her bid again.
“Two Faras… one Surs!”
Damn it!
Anya felt she’d hit rock bottom—she’d actually encountered another bidder with the same need for this material.
And worse—it was that rich Gold Crow Beak Mask!
If this were a regular direct sale, she would’ve already purchased the scale for two Faras and left triumphantly to prepare for her breakthrough.
“I hope this guy is just bluffing and doesn’t truly want it. Two Faras—or even three Faras—I could still accept.”
The girl touched the heavy money bag in her lap. Inside lay three gold coins and fifty silver coins—all her hopes for advancement.
“Five Faras.”
But reality was always cruel. When the Gold Crow Beak Mask uttered the word ’Five’ without hesitation, calmly and plainly, Anya felt the sky darken before her eyes.
She imagined the twin moons in the night sky above must also be shrouded by clouds.
“Five Faras!? What’s wrong with this guy?! Five Faras is enough to buy it legitimately in the official market—why come here?!”
Clutching her fists hidden beneath her cloak, the girl’s beautiful golden eyes seemed to lose focus.
“My scales… my path to Second Tier… my training subsidies and tuition waivers…”
“F-five Faras once!”
“Five Faras twice!”
Clearly, Auctioneer Leli himself was stunned by Luo Nan’s bid. Though this price was only a quarter higher than the taxed official market rate, remember—this wasn’t the result of gradual, competitive bidding among many participants.
This was simply the Gold Crow Beak Mask casually naming a number!
As for the Bandage Face who kept adding only one Surs at a time? Leli had already forgotten about her.
Besides, she’d previously argued with him outside.
Leli glanced around the audience. Seeing no one dared raise the bid further, he swallowed hard, raised his black walnut gavel, and brought it down with full force.
“Sold!”
At this moment, his only hope was that this wealthy, extravagant Gold Crow Beak Mask would be interested in the final few items meant to cap off the auction.
Why hadn’t anyone else engaged in malicious bidding?
Come on—Luo Nan’s casual, effortless manner of raising prices had already intimidated everyone. Moreover, ‘scales from the corner of a mermaid’s eye’ genuinely had little demand, so no one wanted to unnecessarily complicate things.
Otherwise, what if he didn’t follow? You’d end up buying something you don’t need at a price far beyond market value, and then struggle to resell it—what’s the point?
“See? I knew it—if I have enough money, all these petty schemes and manipulations mean nothing to me.”
“Though I spent a few extra Faras, the time saved is priceless.”
“Now, I just wait for the next batch of scales to be placed on the auction table.”
Luo Nan glanced toward the Bandage Face in the corner and thought: “If there’s a third scale, I won’t compete with you. But the first two… they will belong to me.”
With that, Luo Nan turned his gaze forward again, quietly awaiting the appearance of the next ‘scales from the corner of a mermaid’s eye’.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let’s continue.”
…
Zhixia Cangya arrived before the entrance to the Whisper Market.
The dim underground ruins stretched endlessly into the horizon, beneath broken walls and desolation lay the glory of a bygone era.
The iron-gray metal gate now barred the young wolf girl, once again sealing her freedom.
“As the Raven Master taught me… everything should be fine…”
Zhixia had indeed considered forcing her way out or sneaking away. But after carefully observing the situation and discovering that each gate was guarded by individuals radiating dangerous energy, she decided to follow Luo Nan’s advice.
Arriving at the door Luo Nan indicated, the little wolf girl tensed her face and walked up to the towering guard.
“H-hi… could you please let me out?”
Polat looked down at the petite figure entirely concealed beneath a ragged hemp robe and asked:
“Are you a member of the market? Do you have your membership card?”
To be honest, the Whisper Market only required checking membership cards upon entry—not upon exit.
But with his sharp eyes, Polat immediately sensed something unusual about this child.
“She’s definitely not a member. Could she be a runaway from some household?”
Thoughts like these made Polat’s expression turn hostile.
As a guard of the Whisper Market, although he disliked this job, since it was his duty, he would carry it out with absolute precision.
“Member? I… I’m not.”
Clearly, the “greenhorn” wolf girl blurted out her first instinctive response.
Back at ‘Snow Wolf Lily’s Cottage’, she’d never heard anything about needing a membership card to enter or leave the Whisper Market.
Of course, this also stemmed from her inability to be tamed—she’d never served customers like the other maids.
Never interacting with customers meant she never learned the ins and outs of the place.
“No membership? Then where did you come from?”
Upon receiving a definite answer, Polat instantly assumed a combat stance. His magical weapon hidden beneath his robes snapped into readiness.
Hearing the metallic click emanating from beneath the giant’s clothing, Zhixia instantly sensed danger.
Instinctively, she spread her legs slightly, bent her body low, and assumed a fighting posture.
As a Snow Wolf subhuman with immense physical strength, even as a mere First-Tier, she still possessed a slight chance of victory against such a massive opponent at close range.
Not to mention, she’d been praised since childhood by her clan for her innate combat talent.
Even at Lily’s cottage, had her contract not been held hostage by Shion, Zhixia believed she could have fought even a Second-Tier martialist like her—especially in confined indoor spaces.
Zhixia twitched her nose slightly. Relying on her unique battle intuition, she assessed: the giant before her, though stronger than Shion, was only marginally so—she could fight him!
All she needed to watch out for was the dangerous weapon concealed beneath his clothes.
With that realization, the little wolf girl slightly parted her lips, revealing gleaming white fangs glowing with cold light. Her glacial-colored pupils captured every minute motion of the giant before her.
“His first move… will be like this!”
Making her judgment, Zhixia powered her calves and lunged forward, aiming directly for the blind spot of the giant’s impending first action.
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