Bologg has never participated in an auction, and neither has Aimu. Bologg's professional knowledge is of little use here, not to mention that this auction is completely different from previous auctions.
There is no capital verification or identity check. The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce's control over the venue is extremely loose, which makes a vigilant person like Bologo feel uneasy.
So far, Boluogo has only found a few scattered guards, but it is obviously impossible for them to control the situation.
The bell rang, echoing from the pale light above the head, and everyone's eyes were attracted to the man on the high platform. Everything went on very quickly, silently, and only the man was talking to himself and introducing the products.
The auction went very quickly. Everyone came here with a clear purpose and had thought about what they wanted before the auction started.
What’s interesting is that everyone is bidding in Mammon coins. Obviously many people come from other areas, but they can still offer Mammon coins that only circulate in the Great Rift.
First there are some sophisticated alchemical weapons, then expensive and rare alchemical materials, and a small amount of contracted items appear in the auction from time to time.
Many of the products aroused Boluogo's interest. Unfortunately, he did not have enough Mammon coins to trade, so he could only watch quietly from the sidelines.
An alchemy material is currently on sale. It is a glass container with exaggerated curves on the surface. Thunderclouds are rolling inside the container, and the arcs are constantly flashing, as if someone has hidden a storm in the bottle.
Boluogo knows what this is, a rare alchemical material called "Thunder Cloud Gas", which is one of the important cornerstones for the promotion of the Power Bearer. It is said that this is collected and refined from the thunder and lightning exhaust gas generated by the furnace when the metal metamorphoses.
The resulting product.
Different from conventional alchemical materials, this alchemical material of thunder cloud gas has extremely poor stability. The container in the shell not only contains it, but also provides stability. Once the bottle is broken, an unstable thunder cloud will be released.
Buyers compete fiercely for this item. Alchemy materials that can be used for advancement often fetch high prices. After several rounds of bidding, only one man and one woman are left competing, but it is obvious that the man is about to lose.
After coming down, he didn't have enough money.
The woman felt that she was bound to win, but then the man shouted to the host an amount he could not bear.
"Sir, please don't bid randomly."
The host said kindly, but his soft tone was full of threats.
"I am willing to give my worth." The man said.
The host was stunned for a second, then burst out laughing and cheered to everyone.
"value!"
His eyes fell on the man again. Under the golden mask, the host kept laughing evilly.
"Come forward, sir, we never refuse anything of value."
The man slowly walked up to the stage. He seemed a little nervous. This was his first time attending an auction. Everything here was based on the information he obtained, even the value of the offering.
Fortunately, the transactions of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce are different from those of the devil. The devil only cares about your soul, while the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce only cares about everything with value, even if it is not the soul, as long as it has value in their eyes, they are willing to trade with you.
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"What value are you willing to offer?" the host asked.
"What do you want?" the man asked.
The host looked at the man's eyes, as if he could see everything in the man's past through his eyes.
"Oh...I see that you long for more powerful power, just pure power."
The host whispered in the man's ear.
The man's eyes were firm, and the host was silent for a few seconds, and then asked again.
"Are you sure you want to contribute value?"
"I am sure."
Weird and shrill laughter rang out, the host grabbed the man's hand, and crazy sounds came from under the mask.
"Counting the mammon coins you paid, then please give me your finger!"
Before the man could resist, the host easily twisted off his little finger and ring finger, and the flesh and blood were peeled off along with the bones. The man remained silent in the severe pain, and the host placed his bloody fingers on a tray aside.
Looking at the woman bidding, the host asked, "Will you increase the price?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the woman said, "Increase the price."
The man understood what this meant. He stretched out his other hand silently and let the host take away his index finger. The woman increased the price again, and then the man's thumb was taken away.
Finally, after losing four fingers, the man got what he wanted. He held the container with bloody hands, and thunder clouds rolled in it.
Boluogo squinted his eyes and stared at everything that happened on the stage. After the man donated his value, more and more people began to imitate his behavior and gave their all when their Mammon coins were not enough.
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Someone donated his eyeballs and obtained a contract object that could observe the short-term future. Someone concluded a contract with the host and allowed himself to be driven by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. At the same time, he also obtained a potion that could extend his lifespan.
The strangest thing is that Boluogo witnessed a person dedicating his time, and his strong body became withered, and he entered old age in the blink of an eye...
Everything happening in front of him is impacting common sense. This is the essence of the auction. Boluogo is in the midst of a crazy sacrifice.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the high platform was already covered with blood. It was flowing gurglingly, falling along the edge, and blending into the sand.
Boluoge felt a strong sense of nausea. It was not him, but Aimu. Aimu was shocked by the cruel scene in front of him, and his twisted strange feeling affected Boluogo.
Lowering his head, Boluogo took a deep breath to relieve his own pressure.
"Is this your first time here?"
Suddenly a woman's voice sounded, and Boluogo looked in the direction of the sound warily, turned his head, and saw a woman sitting next to him at some point. She was wearing a soft black robe, and her face was completely hidden under the veil.
"take it easy."
Seeing Boluogo's reaction, the woman laughed softly.
"Who are you?"
Bologg looked at her warily. She appeared silently and spoke suddenly at this moment, which made Bologg's alarm sound. The snake under his clothes had crawled to his wrist, ready to turn into a sharp dagger at any time.
"Who am I? Do you think this question is meaningful in this situation?"
The woman looked at the mask on Bolog's face. Identity here is meaningless, everyone is anonymous.
"I just think you are familiar." The woman said again.
"But I can be sure that I don't know you." Boluogo affirmed.
Boluogo doesn't have many friends, let alone female friends. After a simple elimination method, it can be clearly determined.
As for the enemy?
Very few people who were enemies of Borogo escaped from his clutches alive. So far, only Gray, who was protected by the tyrant, had successfully escaped his pursuit.
"I mean the smell on your body has a familiar blood."
Under the veil, blood-red eyes were looming, and the scarlet gaze instantly reminded Boluogo of someone.
The woman did not continue talking, but talked about something else.
"This is the special thing about the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. They are like devils and follow an absolutely fair transaction between value and value. If your Mammon coins are not enough, they can make up for it with their own value."
On the high platform, the host took away someone's ribs. The woman frowned and said, "I can't think of the value of those things, but the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce takes pleasure in them."
"These things are of no value to others, but they are of extraordinary value to yourself."
Aimu's voice sounded in her mind. This was the first thing she said since she began to give her worth.
Fingers, eyeballs, ribs, time...
All this is meaningless to others, but it is the most precious thing for these people. They trade what they regard as precious in exchange for their own wishes.
Those who long for power lose their sword-wielding fingers, those who seek to procrastinate become slaves, those who see into the future lose their eyes...
"You know? Here, mammon coins can replace souls to a certain extent." The woman said softly.
Boluogo acted very calmly, which surprised the woman. Boluogo's voice slowly sounded, "I have known this for a long time."
Borogo held a coin in his hand, with the symbol of mercury engraved on it.
The Orangutan Sect can sacrifice flesh and blood in exchange for the Scarlet Matron's protection. From this, it seems that there should be some kind of contract between the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Tyrant.
At this point, the content of the contract is obvious. It is the rule of Hesitation fork Road itself. Offer your value to the tyrant, and the tyrant will fulfill your wishes, and even mammon coins can replace souls for transactions.
The woman looked at Boluogo a few more times. She was about to say something when the host's voice interrupted her.
“Next item!”
The host's voice carried a somewhat mysterious tone, and he looked expectantly at the guests in the stands. Then he pulled off the white cloth behind him, revealing what was under the cage.
In an instant, the furious anger overflowed, impacting everyone at the scene. Boluoge had long been accustomed to fear, but he was also slightly shaken for a moment, and Amu's situation was even worse. Under the fierce attack of the ceremony, Boluogo
Dark ripples appeared on the surface of Ge's body, and she almost escaped.
Painful screams rang out from under the cage. Boluogo concentrated all his attention and looked forward. His blurred vision gradually became clearer, and he saw what was under the cage.
It was a ball of flesh, covered in layers of scarlet flesh and blood tissue. There were several overlapping arms on the surface of the ball. They hugged each other tightly, and open eyeballs and open mouths could be seen in the gaps.
The breathing nose, the white bones faintly emerging under the diaphragm...
The scene was silent, everyone lowered their breathing, and some people were shocked by the scene, making waves of vomiting sounds.
"Are you okay? Aimu."
Boluogo whispered that such a scene was indeed a bit too extreme for Aimu. Aimu did not speak, but just whispered "hmm" in a low voice.
The eyes of the women on the side became serious, while some people let out slightly excited gasps.
"This is a work entrusted to us by the Order of Truth,"
