“Everyone, your bidding is far too boring. Let me kill this auction!”
The arrogant voice combined with equally arrogant lines made everyone in the hall gasp in unison.
Granted, those who could enter private booths at this auction were either Clan Leaders or core figures and members of major organizations.
But isn't talking like that just taunting four different organizations all at once?
Are you built like a tank?
Starting off by drawing all the aggro right out of the gate?
Yet she wasn't done. What stunned the crowd was merely an appetizer to Vivian.
“Raising by ten or twenty million is far too stingy! Let's party!”
Shielded behind the glass where no one could see her, Vivian's wildness skyrocketed.
She didn't look at all like the shy homebody she had been at the start.
Well, to be fair, she hadn't been particularly shy in the group chat at the beginning either.
But without a doubt, the current Vivian had evolved into a true agent of chaos—in a way, that could be considered growth.
“Since we can convert value using materials later anyway, I'll just state materials directly. I don't have that many gold coins on me anyway.
“One hundred thousand A-grade magic tools, three hundred thousand tons of materials, two hundred million gold coins, ten thousand milliliters of ancient blood...
“Plus seven promises from seven vampire families: my Phantom Mist Vampires, Green-bat Vampires, Shadow Demon Vampires, Shocking Vampires, Dark Demon Vampires, Night Charm Vampires, and Blood-red Vampires.
“So, Knight Commander, Potion Merchant, and whoever that is from the Supreme Council—these are my terms. Will you match them?
“Or Clan Leader Giovanni, you can consider what I mentioned earlier right now.”
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The people in the hall fell silent, the occupants of the private booths fell silent, and even everyone sharing the booth with Vivian fell silent as well.
Good grief.
What in the world is she talking about?!
Leaving aside the initial hundred thousand A-grade magic tools and raw materials—which were practically negligible in a transaction involving hundreds of millions...
But ten thousand milliliters of ancient blood was an entirely different story.
That was enough to produce a full two hundred thousand evolution items. For a race like the vampires who could stretch a single drop into two, that meant four hundred thousand.
Of course, the most crucial part was still the seven promises from those seven vampire families Vivian had mentioned.
It seemed she was even trying to pull the Giovanni family's branch of vampires into something.
If that was the case, it would mean promises from a full eight vampire races.
Aside from the Phantom Mist Vampires being one of the well-known Original Five Great Races, no one had even heard of the other lineages.
Still, this was an era of racial explosion, so it was completely normal to be unfamiliar with them.
What was abnormal was that this Vampire Queen had actually rallied several vampire lineages to attend this auction together.
And she had even offered such promises?
One had to understand that a so-called "promise" was not a tangible, visible, physical object, nor was it something that could simply be bought with money.
Especially when it involved something as significant as the promise of an entire race.
By the same token...
Although the magic circle was tangible and physical, it was likewise not something money alone could buy.
Otherwise, such an absurd price wouldn't have emerged.
Plainly put, precisely because money couldn't measure its true worth, the monetary bids had escalated into sheer absurdity.
Yet Vivian had come out swinging without giving anyone face or any room to counter. Not only did she slam all her cards down at once, but she had even pulled a brand-new card out of thin air from the previous bidders.
Vivian, who had stayed out of the fight until now, had truly made a blockbuster entrance.
She hadn't just stunned everyone else—even the members of the Villa inside her own booth were completely dumbfounded.
Just as everyone was reeling from shock, Lester Giovanni of the Soul-eating Vampires, whom Vivian had directly named, spoke up after a brief silence.
“Head of the Bathory family, are you certain the other families have joined your alliance?”
“Otherwise, I wouldn't dare make such a claim.”
“...”
Giovanni lapsed into silence once more, seemingly weighing his options.
At this moment, everyone—whether in the main hall below or the private booths above—held their breath as they waited for his response.
If Giovanni joined in as well, the Witch race would gain the promises of eight distinct vampire families.
While they were called promises, they were certainly far from mere verbal assurances.
Everyone was well aware of that.
Which meant the Witch race would receive tangible, concrete benefits.
Money... gold coins... hundreds of millions—such things paled into utter insignificance before the promises of seven races.
After all, those were entire evolved races.
They didn't even dare imagine the sheer potential power they could unleash.
“Very well. I agree to join, and on behalf of the Soul-eating Vampire race, I offer our promise as well.”
After some deliberation, Giovanni made his decision.
And for some, their dangling hopes finally died.
Take Shigeki Morikawa, for instance.
Because he couldn't represent anyone to make such a costless yet ultimate promise, nor would the entire Supreme Council—including Council President Durandal—ever grant such a pledge.
After all, no matter how much authority the Council President held, he couldn't force the top leaders of the council to issue any binding promises.
And so, he had lost.
Victoria and Lancelot also made no further moves after hearing Vivian's terms.
After all, they couldn't possibly match an offer like that.
The moment Giovanni agreed, it became the promises of eight races—an amount far beyond their capacity to match.
“Well then, Golden Witch, you can make the announcement now.”
Having obtained Giovanni's response, Vivian turned to Lan Qingyou with a triumphant smile, telling her to let Bei Adolis declare the winner.
There was no helping it.
The current situation was truly, beyond a doubt, dead and buried.
Because no one else could bid any further, nor could anyone bring out a comparable price.
Setting aside the promises, ten thousand milliliters of ancient blood alone was more than enough to stop almost everyone in their tracks.
“Uh...”
Reminded of her duty, Bei Adolis squinted toward the private booth, only to see her own Clan Leader standing beside Vivian behind the glass window.
Her Clan Leader was currently nodding at her, signifying that the deal was approved.
And so...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With three sharp strikes of the gavel, the final item was claimed by Vivian.
“Ahem...”
After wrapping up, Bei Adolis let out a tactical cough, pulling the still-stunned audience back to reality.
“Congratulations to Number 9527 in Booth 1 for winning the final item of this auction, the Large-scale Regional Protection Magic Circle!
“Once again, thank you all for attending today. Additionally, before concluding this auction, on behalf of the Witch Queen and all members of the Witch race, I would like to extend an invitation to all Blue Star Transmigrators:
“As long as your level is Level 10 or above, anyone can come to the Abandoned Land to complete residency procedures and receive free housing...”
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