Hero of Darkness
chapter-520

In front of the wide and gigantic body of the jatvuarym placed in open ground, was an auction held under an open tent where over five hundred people were seated on luxurious chairs as they prepared for bidding over this treasure trove of a legendary rank monster's body.

"Greetings, dear customers. Oslo auction house is pleased to have people of your stature attending our humble auction." spoke the auctioneer lady dwarf.

Soon, the auction for small and rare stuff happened and a lot of people started bidding.

However, Kahn and the company who were mixed among the crowd didn't bother with these small cultivation resources and some young masters of sects having beef with each other or used their respective clan's names.

They didn't care about the so-called weapons made by some ancient entity or a map that led to a Nascent Soul cultivator's inheritance.

While the plebeians fought over small things like cliche auction plots of cultivation novels, the truly rich people kept their mouths shut and patiently waited for the main attraction.

And for the final round, the lady auctioneer pointed her hand towards the massive body kept in front of her.

"The jatvuarym is one of the rarest creatures in our entire empire. On top of it… a legendary rank shows up only once in a century.

The bones that change shapes and are extremely tangible, the blood that can be used to make life-saving cures, the body parts that can be sold for hundreds of millions in the cuisine world… everything about this creature spells money after you properly process and create products from it.

And given the size and rank of this monster… you are getting the best quality and the highest quantity.

And top of it… this creature was slain by your highness, princess Venessa Hos Sigfreed herself! Giving it a historical value.

So loosen your wallets without worry and have your name attached to a historical event." announced the dwarven woman.

And the next second, Venessa herself appeared on her side to affirm the claims.

Everyone quickly stood up and bowed while holding the left palm on the right side of the chest while taking the right arm behind their backs.

To Kahn, this seemed the way how people of Vulcan empire showed respect to others and royalty.

After Venessa explained how they got the body, many of the rich tycoons felt a sense of exhilaration.

A legendary rank monster that killed so many soldiers and was killed by the princess of the empire herself… it had too much significance to it. And the chance to own it would also spread their name throughout the southern region of the empire.

[Boy, all these people look riled up. You're going to have a lot of competition.] said Rathnaar.

"Why do you think I have 7 other people spread among the crowd…" spoke Kahn in a coy tone.

Soon, the auction officially started with a zealous crowd.

"The base price is 25 trillion Harlen. Any additional bid needs to add 100 million to the previous price at minimum." spoke the auctioneer and began the bidding.

"27 trillion harlen!" declared an old Liger-kin.

"28.5 trillion harlen!" bid a goatkin with regal and noble clothes as if he was a major corporation's CEO.

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The bidding continued to the point most of the rich tycoons spent a lot of money to get this corpse for their respective clans, organizations, corporations, adventurer associations or manufacturing companies.

This whole corpse would give them a lot of name, reputation and also make a ton of money. So none of them was holding back.

"38.5 trillion!" suddenly, a silver-colored Werewolf spoke in an authoritative tone.

Everyone looked towards the 3 meter tall swordsman with 4 curved blades on his waist.

"Who is this person? His clothes are different and those swords too. He looks like someone who came from another end of the empire." spoke the people among the crowd who saw this furry werewolf clad in black armor.

This werewolf was none other than Omega in his Raiden form. But he was wearing the armor set made by Albestros and changed its color to black. To hide his true appearance.

"39 trillion!!" shouted a dwarven merchant who was wearing a coat made only of pure gold.

At this humongous amount… everyone turned dead silent. Because this was a very hefty price. And after that, no one dared to speak a word.

"39 trillion harlen, one!" announced the auctioneer lady.

"39 trillion harlen, two! Any takers?! This is the last chance!" she declared.

"40 trillion harlen!!"

Suddenly, another voice echoed under this widespread tent and everyone turned their heads to look at the richie rich who was willing to pay such an abundant price.

"A… a human?!" everyone looked at Kahn with a surprised gaze.

"Why is there a human among the bidders?!

Who allowed him to come and sit here?!" spoke a dwarven nobleman with contempt.

"Is there anything wrong?" asked Kahn in a carefree tone as if the crowd's reaction didn't faze him.

"Since when do humans have so much money? Don't dare lie to us!" said a humanoid figure with a head of an ox.

[Fuck! Looks like there's some disparity between races and their social standing in this empire.] thought Kahn as soon as he noticed all these suspicious gazes.

"Ah, I didn't mean to cause any confusion.

I'm only someone who is attending this auction on behalf of a client who couldn't make it in time.

The purchase will be done in his name." spoke Kahn as he improvised on the spot.

"Who?" asked the auctioneer.

"My apologies. It goes against our rules to disclose the client's identity in public." responded Kahn.

"Tch! Just some excuse. Do you even have the money? Do you have 40 trillion harlen with you?" asked the same dwarven nobleman.

To his query, Kahn didn't respond… instead, he walked towards the auctioneer and spoke as he reached close to open ground.

"I don't have the coins… but I have this." spoke Kahn and soon… his space ring released crates after crates of merchandise that spread over the vacant space.

Soon a big heap of ornaments, jewels, rubies, diamonds, and pearls came to be and everyone was left speechless by this immense wealth.

However, at this exact moment… an infuriated voice of an old man resounded in Kahn's head…

[You bastard! You're selling my family heirlooms!!]