1186: Chapter 192, Poison of the Abyss 1186: Chapter 192, Poison of the Abyss The auction got off to a flying start, with a crowd of Master Potion Mages frantically bidding, and other wealthy attendees joining in the frenzy.
The price quickly escalated from six thousand to sixty thousand, and then skyrocketed past one hundred thousand, continuing to surge upwards.
Why potions are worth so much money isn’t important; with so many Mages and Potion Masters bidding, there’s no loss in following the trend.
Robert, a bidding Mage and Potion Master, watched as the potion price broke two hundred thousand, and then he could bid no more.
The Alpha Kingdom is not wealthy, and even as a concealed Sanctuary Leader, he had to spend money carefully.
Essentially, buying these potions is more about the research value than the potions themselves.
After all, these were unknown potions’ effects; besides a few fools, not many dare to take them directly.
Inside the VIP room, Hudson was quite pleased as he watched the price soar.
Suckers are hard to find, and here was a rare opportunity to reap so profits.
The most crucial aspect of this harvest was that they brought it on themselves.
Even if they bought it at sky-high prices and failed to discover anything, these people would only think they weren’t skilled enough.
“Hudson, I’ve only just realized here that we are actually quite poor!”
Upon hearing lissa’s words, Hudson almost spat out his tea.
No matter how you looked at it, “poor” didn’t seem to apply to him!
As the seller behind the scenes, he definitely couldn’t join in this auction frenzy.
Driving up the prices is fine, but if by chance the item ends up with him, it would be a huge loss.
“lissa, that was a bit too much.
We are not poor, just spending rationally, buying only what we need.
Mystery magic potions are more suitable for research maniacs.
There are so many affairs in our territory; I have to worry about kingdom matters as well, where would I get the ti for research!
You’re busy with the children, settling in at the Manor House, and responsible for social relations as well.
You have your hands full.
Perhaps after a couple of hundred years, when we’re well over a hundred years old, we’ll be like them.”
Hudson imdiately retorted.
Crying poverty is hardly a good choice, especially not for soone of his stature.
How could he not care about his image?
Although the financial situation of his territory was indeed a little dire, Hudson was working hard to make money!
“Pah!
I don’t want to be like them!
Hmph, you are bullying !
When we’re over a hundred, let your lovers keep you company…”
Hudson knew he had said sothing wrong again as the scene unfolded before him.
Longevity has a positive connotation, but using “well over a hundred” for won could be problematic.
lissa’s thoughts were clearly more extensive.
With Hudson’s talent, being well over a hundred seed like no big deal, but she wasn’t so lucky!
Lacking the talent to beco a Strongman, as well as the determination, even with ample resources, she was still only a Senior Mage.
(Third Order)
On the other hand, Isabel, after receiving the resources of the Manor House, rose rapidly in her cultivation, nearly achieving the status of a Golden Knight.
(Sixth Order)
If it ca down to a hundred and eighty years later, the forr would probably be under a mound of yellow earth, while the latter would still be in her pri.
Fortunately, lissa was still young, and after a mont of being oversensitive, she cald down once Hudson held her in his arms.
Before he could continue to comfort her, sothing went wrong with the auction.
Five fox girls, which were originally sent for consignnt, suddenly turned out to be elves, and the room fell silent at once.
Anyone with a bit of political acun knew that big trouble was about to unfold!
This “bait-and-switch” had seriously entrapped Moxi Duchy.
If not handled properly, it could potentially reignite war.
Hudson was very angry too; only half of the items he had consigned were sold, and now, with these troublemakers’ interference, the rest would be difficult to manage.
“Stop the auction, imdiately lock down the scene, and arrest the slave traders!
The Departnt of Foreign Affairs should prepare a proper explanation for the Elf Race, ensuring no one takes advantage of the situation…”
George imdiately ordered.
Face was no longer important at this mont; the key was to settle the situation as quickly as possible.
Since the last Continental War, elf slaves have completely vanished from the Northern Continent and The Central Region.
Even if soone harbored them privately, they dared not let out the slightest hint.
Any minor disturbances would lead to imdiate handling of elf slaves, allowing no trace to be left.
Under such a tense environnt, soone dared to commit the brazen act of auctioning elf slaves, practically poking a hole through the sky.
“Hudson, what should we do now?
On the ceasefire treaty, every country is committed to prohibiting the trafficking and catching of elves.
This matter might not end well!”
lissa asked with a panic-stricken expression.
The Moxi Duchy and the Alpha Kingdom were each other’s most important allies; a loss on either side ant damage to both.
If war reignited, the Kingdom could not remain unaffected.
“Don’t worry, George can handle it!
This is the Moxi Duchy, the perpetrators behind such a huge plot will inevitably leave traces.
The Elf Race isn’t foolish, they will see that this is a deliberate attempt to stir up conflict.
If war is waged, that would play right into the hands of those lurking in the dark.”
Hudson said to calm her, though deep down he had no confidence at all.
Not instigating a large-scale war didn’t an there were no other ans for revenge.
Using this incident as a pretext to give Moxi Duchy a severe beating, to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, was not difficult to execute.
But he could not cry foul; this was an auction!
Conventionally, auction items are checked before the auction.
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