Phoebe sat up stiffly like she had been shocked by a stun gun, she touched her paddle and gripped the wooden handle firmly.
"Sweetie, are you alright?" Jennie asked.
Nodding her head, Phoebe asked the spirit to explain more. "A sleeper's hat? What does it do?"
"In the 1600's, there was an epidemic of sleepwalkers finding their way into children's dreams, causing them nightmares that led to sickness and death. A witch nad Ronda created the first sleeper's hat as a solution. It can allow one to have full control of their dreams as long as they fall sleep with that hat on.
Let put it in Gen Z terms, you get to view your dream like a ga aning that you can slow your dreams, kick out what you don't like and kill what frightens you. You can choose to see only what makes you happy in your dreams." The spirit explained. "You don't need it, but you should get it anyway because its magical, I don't know why it's magic was bound as it's not a deadly magic object."
"Three hundred thousand." Phoebe raised her paddle, increasing the bid from one hundred thousand abruptly. Nobody else was interested so Phoebe won the bid imdiately.
She left both her family and other people shocked that she has bought an old useless hat so expensively. She had even increased the price even though she had no determined competitors.
"Honey what is that even?" Her father asked as he shook his head.
[It's a magic hat.]
The Mayfair's gasped, they looked at the hat again and saw nothing special. Aunt Maureen gasped; she made a montous decision to get everything that Phoebe picked interest in.
Next was a backpack, it was black in color and appeared to be old, for sothing that had stayed in water for a long ti, it was in good condition.
The spirit pointed at it. "Where did these things even co from, Phoebe get that too. It's the hunter or traveler's backpack."
"What now?" Phoebe asked inwardly.
"Inside that backpack is a space equal to one hundred hectares of land. It is big enough that you fit everything in your apartnt and cafe inside, furthermore a humans or humans can fit in there, alive or dead." The spirit explained.
Phoebe gasped on realizing that it was similar to the magic space. Odds were, soone that had been on the ship owned the bag, she couldn't wait to find out what was inside. She raised her paddle, so did her aunt.
"Aunt, what are you doing, I saw it first?" she asked, with a look of betrayal in her eyes.
"Money talks." her aunt said.
They competed fiercely, raising the price to six million fog dollars and once again, stunned a lot of people. It was just an old empty bag, what was special about it?
"You win; I cannot compete with Saxon money." Aunt Maureen sighed.
She gave up because she had no idea what the bag was or why Phoebe wanted it and she figured this was her niece, if the bag was special, she could just borrow it. They would send it back and forth, they could be the sisterhood of the traveling bag pack.
Next was a water can, old and rusty. Upon seeing it, the spirit told her to buy it as well.
"What is that, Zephyra? Seriously it looks useless."
The spirit shook its head. "My dear, that's a bottomless canteen, with its magic revived it can be very useful. You can fill it with infinite and different types of liquids, and they will never go bad, so when you are stranded on a desert or so forest and dying of thirst, it cos in handy. You get to have soda, water, juice, tea, alcohol, whatever you stock up."
The competition to bid for the bottle was tougher than that of a golden necklace. The two Mayfair won went neck for neck with neither surrendering.
The price went up to eight million and Phoebe smirked at her aunt. "All day aunt, I can do this all day with the support of my baby David."
David shrugged and laughed, "Aunt, surrender."
Aunt Maureen huffed and bid nine million.
"She wouldn't even know what to do with it if you handed it to her." The spirit spoke through pursed lips.
"Twelve million." Phoebe raised the bid exponentially.
Phoebe won once again but everyone thought that buying an old useless bottle at twelve million was a waste. Then again, they were all there to show off so maybe she was just showing off.
In their eyes, she was new to money an event of this caliber, so excitent was her motivation.
"It's nothing personal aunt Maureen." She laughed triumphantly.
The Saxon spirit that was beginning to enjoy itself suddenly lost its spark when a reddish object in a perfect sphere shape was pulled out. "Bloody Hell! That thing should not be out here among the people, it's a very dangerous magical item that went missing many years ago when a corrupted guardian stole it from the hidden coffers of the Moldove founding Academy hundreds of years ago after the supernatural war."
Phoebe noticed that Morrel was standing, shocked by what he was looking at. Grandpa Saxon took his glasses off like as though he could see clearer without them.
"What is that thing?" Phoebe asked
"It's called the orb of judgnt; it lets you see inside a person's soul. In the wrong hands it could be very dangerous, lucky for us it's magic was bound just like all the items in there otherwise that man holding it would be crying tears of blood." The spirit explained, it watched as Rex Chapman read the contents of his phone and moved to the pulpit.
Phoebe looked at the spirit quizzically. "Why would he cry tears of blood?
"Because he would get to see the inside of the souls of everyone here, it's a lot to handle for an ordinary human, using it ans that you experience every painful emotion and regret that the target has ever felt in seconds and their multiple targets here.
It can also assess the moral integrity of a person, when one stands before the orb, it can judge their actions and intentions giving guidance on the righteous path. It can warn you if soone is straying towards harmful or unethical behavior, so it was to ensure bad students or teachers were kicked out of the academy and sects.
It also possesses knowledge of past events that are lost or hidden, whatever it has witnessed stays with it, that's why it used to be a great tool for conflict resolution because it made fair judgents basing on what it had seen.
Only the grand guardian of the supernatural wall had the ability to use it and her heart was pure, if an evil warlock gets their hands on it then it can be used to fulfill evil desires. Now I am curious to know who was on this ship?"
"Ten, no thirty million." Phoebe raised her paddle. "Dad, I want this thing." she leaned forward and asked her father for help in case others tried to outbid her.
"Forty million." Edward said.
"Fifty million." soone called out from the back.
A figure of two hundred million appeared on the screen behind the podium, the bidder was anonymous.
"Five hundred million." David bellowed.
One billion, the figure on the screen changed.
"What the fuck!" The Saxon spirit exclaid.
Phoebe was too stunned to react to the spirit cursing for the very first ti ever, she was just worried because the auction was heating up. Suddenly, it was as though everyone had co to life.
The people were certainly excited, it was barely an hour in, and soone had made a bid of a one billion for a red crystal ball.
"Five billion." a new voice jumped into the mix and everybody gasped.
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