disciples.
The young man and the boy stiffened their expressions at his words.
They understood what he ant.
Lets go.
The three of them called the remaining two scattered in the city and prepared to leave for Vegas.
The auction house beca noisy as he left.
The highlight of this auction, the last item, had finally found its owner after a fierce battle.
The auctioneer smiled as he watched the casually dressed man in the audience walk up.
The auction he had planned had yielded a much larger profit than expected.
Especially the last item had gone up ten tis the expected bid price.
The auction price had doubled, and then it had risen so much through the confrontation between the two factions.
Is this item really that special?
The auctioneer looked at the powders filling the glass jar.
Shimring fragnts that looked like they were made from splitting stars filled it to the brim.
The bidder signed the ownership docunts provided by the auction house.
Two nas alternated.
The na of the signer and that of his employer.
In such cases, the legal representative of the owner often appeared instead of the owner himself.
Especially if the owner lived far away, the probability was high.
The auctioneer confird the owners na and smiled, imagining the commission he would receive.
Thank you. With this, the ownership of this item has been transferred to Marquis Slagbrot.
The glass jar was carefully packed and shipped to Yeterinpuurk under tight security.
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Chapter 162: Demon in the Bottle 1
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