Chapter 121 - 122: Powerhouses
Cail looked away from the tempting shops that artifact dealers. Hal was already calling him because the auction was about to start.
The group arrived at a pavilion. Cail looked up. It was tall. The reason why he didn’t specify how high is because he couldn’t see the end of it. It disappeared into the sky.
This time, the pavilion was really gold. The walls, decorations, and even the banners that surrounded the area were gold. Cail almost got blinded. He was about to push his glasses when he realized that he was wearing contacts.
He is not used to this yet. But for some reason, contacts felt a bit odd in his eyes. It’s no the contacts, but more like his eyes rejecting something touching it.
Back to the pavilion, it didn’t look gaudy or cheap. It radiated a domineering arrogance, as if stating it deserved to stand out regardless of what people think.
There aren’t any messy crowds gathering at the entrance. No one dares gawk, not just because of the pavilion’s prestige but also because of the towering guards surrounding it.
"Wow! How extravagant! They even hired Clashers as guards!" Neris’s eyes almost popped out. He had been in the Golden Pot before, but not in the pavilion. This place had a strict 18-and-up policy. Their group was all adults. Bram, the eldest, is 20, and Clea, the youngest, is 18.
Clashers are void creatures. They are different from those malicious and crazy ones. They are very smart — not genius — but they can communicate with humans and, despite their large size, are actually quite peace-loving. Of course, unless you provoke them first.
Each guard is ten feet tall, with bulging muscles and light brown skin that resembles sand. They are very reclusive, and being able to hire them means that your offer must be tempting enough for them to agree.