"200,000 gold Berlers." "200,000 once." The auctioneer raised her voice.
"200,000 twice!" This ti she paused for a few seconds.
This number wasn’t far from what she had initially hoped for. Although it wasn’t exciting, reaching her expectations was already quite good.
Just as she was about to make the final announcent, suddenly soone called out a completely new price, raising it by about 100,000.
"300,000."
A shocking bid was announced.
This ti the voice ca from the VIP seating area above, which was the special private box section. The ladies knew that all bids from the boxes were handled by servants acting as representatives.
The representative quickly pulled back the curtain, and many people in the hall looked over, but unfortunately, before they could see clearly, the curtain was drawn shut again.
Julian also looked over. From his angle, he didn’t need to turn his head to see, but he could only make out the person’s silhouette and build - no other details were visible.
"300,000 bid, 300,000 once." The female auctioneer announced loudly.
"300,000 twice."
During the auction, the noble ladies’ gazes continuously swept over Julian’s face and body with predatory looks, their lips curling into wicked smiles.
Julian calmly t their gazes, occasionally using his stubborn stare to glare back at them.
However, the noble ladies he glared at were not only unangered but instead blushed, and so shaless won even stuck out their tongues to lick their lips, using aningful looks to appraise him.
Such a strong personality...
Many won had the sa thought flash through their minds at this mont.
He looks like a soft young lamb, but turns out to have a rebellious streak.
This is truly... perfect!
Julian’s behavior not only failed to make the ladies restrain themselves, but instead was like throwing fuel into a crowd, further igniting the won’s desire to possess and their lustful appetites.
At the sa ti, his competing price was also driven up by another large margin, directly breaking through the 200,000 gold Berler barrier.
The female auctioneer’s eyes lit up directly, and she moved to Julian’s side to whisper softly in his ear: "Could you be a little more adorable?"
She was asking quite seriously, but to Julian it sounded like complete mockery.
He suddenly realized he seed to be heading down a path of no return.
In a certain sense, this was even more cruel than his previous life. Originally he was just helpless, but now he was completely powerless.
He considered that the auction hall’s precious item would definitely be sold to the female nobles below, but this ti was different - he would have no chance to resist.
He wasn’t a weak person either. On the contrary, Julian had more resilience than most people.
In his previous life, the mont he truly gave up and collapsed wasn’t when he heard he was going to be sold, but when those two n wanted to force him.
Examining his inner self carefully, Julian couldn’t help but feel ashad...
So that’s how it was... It turns out he didn’t resist that kind of thing itself, but only resisted being forced by disgusting n?
While his psychology was in turmoil, Julian himself didn’t notice that the blush on his pure face beca even more obvious, and his pouty expression looked to the ladies like nothing but blatant seduction!
Such a wronged expression - how could it be anything but acting cute?
"500,000." A casual voice spoke a number that instantly stunned everyone present.
This was enough to buy a small town outright. How could even the most exquisite and adorable toy be worth this kind of money?
Today’s results completely exceeded the female auctioneer’s expectations. This price made her blood feel like it was about to boil with excitent.
When she first found this boy, he was still in tattered clothes, dirty and disheveled. Now thinking back, that was probably his way of protecting himself.
Otherwise, with his current captivating appearance, he would have long been ravaged by those ruined village girls.
Today, you’re finally going to bloom and show your true value since birth.
The noble ladies in the front rows looked around noisily. The bidder still hadn’t appeared in the hall, but had their representative hold up a sign.
It was still the sa lady who had bid 200,000 earlier. No one knew which family she belonged to that could be so wealthy.
Among the distinguished guests in the private boxes, she had to be at least of viscount rank or higher.
"Box 11, bidding 500,000, once." The female auctioneer naturally recognized which representative this was, confirming in her heart that this person had the capability, and announced excitedly in a high voice.
"500,000, twice."
Tania Desmond was rely a count’s daughter. In terms of status, she wasn’t particularly noble among today’s attendees. Not to ntion after the count, there was more than one count present today, and she wasn’t even the count’s primary heir.
However, the Desmond family had been doing increasingly well in trade these past few years. Their local specialty spices even had situations where they sold out imdiately upon release. While they might not be particularly powerful in terms of influence and status, when it ca to wealth, many duchies didn’t have as much money as their family.
Probably because having her bid challenged by another lady felt almost like provocation, she got a bit angry and decisively threw out a killer price to end the competition, saving the trouble of raising bids by 10,000 each ti, which was both ti-consuming and undignified.
Just as the female auctioneer looked around, restraining her excitent and preparing to make the announcent, that troublemaker appeared again.
"510,000." The representative held up the sign and spoke.
The hall began to buzz. This number - if rembered correctly - was from the lady who had bid 300,000 earlier. Was this defiance?
At this price, there were basically no other potential bidders left, so what followed would undoubtedly beco a competition between these two ladies.
Clearly, Lady Desmond was sowhat angry and directly matched the price.
"600,000."
"600,000 once..."
"610,000."
Without waiting for the auctioneer to finish counting, the cunning second lady continued her bid.
"Losiya, are you intentionally trying to oppose ?" From private box 11, Lady Tania Desmond finally couldn’t restrain herself and asked coldly.
Although there were curtains separating the private boxes, for ladies like them who kept their wits about them everywhere, by now they would have already investigated clearly who they needed to pay attention to.
"My Tania, did your mother’s upbringing teach you that you could casually address others by na in such a place? I am still an imperial count. Not to ntion you, even your mother wouldn’t dare speak like that in front of ." The lady Losiya finally spoke up, her tone cold and calm.
"Losiya Kelden? Is that the Lily Baron? I rember she’s only a real count." Others in the hall whispered to each other.
"Her mother, Grand Duke Kelden, is a duke. This lady was able to receive her own title from His Majesty - truly a remarkable lady."
"So others call her the Lily Count, not Count Kelden."
"Probably more proud of her own glory than her family’s warmth?"
"Could be."
...
Unable to easily counter the other’s jab, Tania sat back down fiercely and imdiately opened her mouth to continue bidding without hesitation.
"800,000 gold Berlers!"
This sentence was almost spoken through gritted teeth.
By this point, the entire auction concerning Julian had gotten completely out of control. Julian’s own value aside, for Tania this had beco a matter of dignity and pride.
Tania thought contemptuously to herself, while secretly deciding that today she absolutely must make this Losiya woman fail miserably and return in defeat.
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