Chapter 71 Focus on the Auction House
Hammer Trader watched as everyone left, slumping into his chair with a vacant and dazed look in his eyes.
An auction house selling a Bronze Equipment blueprint? How was that even possible? He couldn't comprehend it; it was as foolish as handing over the key to a vault full of gold.
Only an idiot would do something so brainless.
"No way, these people must be trying to fool me." Hammer Trader suddenly sat up, opened the official forum, and vowed to make them regret it. He wanted to smear their names and make them think twice about underestimating him.
But as Hammer Trader saw the pinned discussion threads, he was dumbfounded. There really was an idiot selling a blueprint.
"Shocking auction house appearance: Bronze Equipment blueprint, with proof!"
He clicked on it and was utterly stunned.
The blueprint was for a Glowing Chestplate, previously sold by Black Flame Blacksmith. Everyone knew its attributes—it was definitely top-tier.
If a top-tier guild obtained this blueprint, it would imply that they no longer required his services..
Fame wasn't very useful for top-tier guilds. Hammer Trade had been arrogant because he had learned the Barbarian Chestplate blueprint. Now, someone was selling an even better blueprint; who would pay attention to him?
Many top-tier guilds in the comments were declaring that they must have this blueprint and would fight anyone who tried to outbid them.
As a result, everyone began focusing on the issue of ownership regarding this blueprint, and nobody paid any attention to Hammer Trader anymore. Instead, they all started gloating and mocking him for no longer being needed.
Everyone admired the mysterious player selling the blueprint. It was like a bloodless assassination; just one piece of paper had pulled the once-envied and famous Hammer Trader off his pedestal, plunging him into the abyss with no chance of recovery. The skill was praiseworthy.
Hammer Trader was now filled with hatred for the player selling the blueprint. His dream of a luxurious life was within reach, only to be destroyed by an idiot.
He was not afraid of god-like enemies, but he should fear pig-like teammates. Now, Hammer Trader added to that: beware of idiot passersby.
Hammer Trader's eyes were now bloodshot, his face livid, and he looked like he could eat someone alive.
'No, I must buy it, no matter the cost. If I can get it, all my advantages will return. Then, not only will I have the Barbarian Chestplate but also the Glowing Chestplate. Those top-tier guilds will have to grovel before me.' Hammer Trader was like a gambler who had lost everything, pinning all his hopes on buying the Glowing Chestplate blueprint.
With that thought, he sprang up and rushed to the auction house.
But it wasn't just Hammer Trader rushing there; the high-ranking members of guilds from all over the Silvervale City area were also trying to buy the blueprint. Everyone knew how powerful the Glowing Chestplate was; owning the blueprint was like owning a gold mine. It made the auction houses in the Silvervale City area bustling with activity. People were packed shoulder to shoulder, making it hard for many players even to get inside.
The competition for the Glowing Chestplate Design Blueprint was fierce. Guilds were offering high prices, and within just ten minutes, the bid had reached one gold coin.Yes, one gold coin, which was nearly all the liquid assets of a large guild. And the price kept rising, showing no sign of stopping.
"Guild Leader, I'm out of money. What should I do now?"
"Damn, how is that possible? I gave you one gold and 20 silver; how is it not enough?"
"But now it's at one gold and 56 silver."
"Shit, these people are crazy. It's just a blueprint. Wait a bit; I'll go get more money from the gold farming team. I refuse to believe we can't buy it."
With the price of the Glowing Chestplate Design Blueprint steadily rising, major guilds were frantically gathering funds, contacting gold farming teams, and reaching out to guild members. When all else failed, they turned to the virtual trading center to buy more. While every guild in Silvervale City was going crazy, Eric was leisurely heading to the library.
"Sharon, I brought what you asked for. Can you lift the curse now?" Eric sincerely presented two gold coins, thirty Moon Stones, and a teleportation orb.
Sharon nodded contentedly as she beheld the shimmering gold coins, shaking her head with a saintly sense of pity. "Adventurer, you amaze me. You gathered the materials so quickly. I should have told you that the Lunar Essence ritual has different levels."
"Levels?" Eric looked at Sharon's regretful expression, feeling like a mouse being eyed by a cat.
Sharon sighed, "The Lunar Essence is an ancient ritual. It doesn't just lift curses; it has other effects, too. However, for convenience, it has been simplified over time, weakening those other effects. If you pay an additional three gold coins, I can gather the materials for the complete Lunar Essence ritual. Not only will it lift your curse, but you'll also gain an unexpected 'big reward.' Don't you want to consider it?"
When Sharon mentioned the "big reward," her voice was thunderous, as if it were something extraordinary.
But Eric knew Sharon must have some sort of x-ray vision; otherwise, how could she know he had three more gold coins in his bag? Having already spent three gold coins to lift the curse, he had no desire to be a fool again.
Sharon seemed to read Eric's mind and quickly added, "Adventurer, do you know the legend of the Demon Slayer Cephalus? It's said Cephalus was cursed by the Demon King and suffered greatly for a long time. But after enduring many hardships, he found a way to lift the curse through the complete Lunar Essence ritual. He was reborn, gained immense power, and defeated the Demon King, becoming a legendary sword saint in the Divine Realms: Legends. Don't you think 'Sword Saint' Cephalus is great?"
Sharon kept glancing at Eric with her big eyes, repeatedly marveling at the term "Sword Saint."
Eric was speechless.
Observing Sharon's gesture, he knew she was clearly implying, "Even if the Sword Saint beckons to you again, won't you respond?"
Eric glanced at Sharon, smiling and feeling helpless. She was like a diamond salesperson.
Although Sharon had a wild allure and a tempting figure, she was asking for six gold coins in total. That was too greedy—6 gold coins were 36,000 credits!
Alright, he was tempted. If he could become a Sword Saint in the future, it would be worth it.
Out with the old, in with the new.
"Sharon, I want to try the complete Lunar Essence ritual. It won't be dangerous, right?" Eric reluctantly took out three more gold coins.
Sharon, now holding the coins, grinned. "Adventurer, don't worry. Although it's my first time, I'm very skilled. Even my mentor praised me as a genius. Let's start now."
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