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Nothing much happened for the next two days.

Ron stayed in the yard, occasionally going out for a stroll to see the city.

The day of the auction arrived quickly.

The auction was held at the Violet Trading Company in the city center.

It was a three-story stone building with a magnificent and grand facade. Two marble pillars, carved with violet flower patterns, stood at the entrance.

A red carpet was laid on the steps, and uniformed servants stood on both sides, checking each invitation.

When Ron arrived, there was already a line at the door.

One carriage after another pulled up, and those who alighted were nobles and merchants dressed in silk. There were also a few officers in military uniforms, the jewels on their swords gleaming in the sunlight.

Lilith and the others stood in the alley next to the door, not daring to approach.

Upon seeing Ron arrive, her anxious eyes suddenly lit up, and the next second she took a few steps and ran towards Ron.

Today she changed into a light pink satin fitted dress, and her long pink hair flew freely as she ran, bouncing up and down, making Ron unable to take his eyes off her.

When I got closer, she clutched her chest, panting, as if she had caught a nasal congestion. She still had a smile on her face, but there were dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well.

She jogged over, her voice soft and sweet:

"Brother! You're here! I just arrived too~"

Ron, seeing her sassy demeanor, was also interested in playing along.

The VIP invitation was handed to the attendant at the door. The attendant glanced at it, and the group was allowed to enter the auction hall without any hindrance.

Lilith and the others followed behind Ron. None of them had ever been to a place like this before, and they didn't know where to look.

The auction venue was very large, like a large theater.

The front is the auction stage, the back is rows of seats, and the second floor is an open-air viewing area with small cubicles in the middle.

The third floor consists of a ring of private rooms separated by a glass-like material, allowing a view outside but obscuring the view inside from the outside.

Ron's invitation gave him a small booth on the second floor; it wasn't big, but the view was good.

There were similar booths on the first floor, occupied by barons and noble scions. Wealthy barons and viscounts like Ron sat on the second floor, while the third floor was for middle-class and high-ranking nobles.

"Brother, you're amazing! I thought I was going to sit down there."

Lilith tilted her head to look at him, her light purple eyes shining brightly.

Green tea is annoying, but that's only when you can look at it but not eat it.

Who wouldn't want a "green tea b*tch" by their side if they could have that? She's so considerate and attentive to your feelings.

We chatted for a while.

The auction has begun.

A middle-aged man in a black robe walked onto the stage and stood behind the auction platform. He cleared his throat, and his voice echoed throughout the hall, clearly indicating the use of some kind of magical artifact.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to the Violet Merchant Guild Spring Auction. I am your old friend Merlin."

As usual, highest bidder wins, transaction completed on the spot. First item—

He lifted the red cloth on the table beside him, revealing a long sword. The scabbard was black, inlaid with several dark red gems, and a line of small characters was engraved on the hilt.

"Forged by a dwarven master, the blade is entirely made of magic metal, with a battle aura conductivity of up to 70%, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Starting bid: 800 gold dragons."

People in the audience raised their paddles. The auctioneer's voices began to rise and fall.

"one thousand."

"One thousand and two."

"One thousand and five."

Ron watched without moving.

The swords forged by the dwarves are good, but he mainly uses them for ambushes. In direct combat, he now uses a spiked club, which doesn't require any special craftsmanship or materials; it just needs to be heavy enough.

The first item was won by a man who looked like a military officer for 2,200 gold coins.

Then, a dozen more items were put up for auction. These included a potion that supposedly could extend a person's life by ten years, and a scroll capable of withstanding a full-blown attack from a knight, among others.

At auctions of this caliber, there's no shortage of potion-eating insects, with each one fetching an average price of three thousand gold dragons.

Ron did not participate in the bidding; he currently had ten potion-eating insects in his territory, which was more than enough.

The main problem is that the potions he uses to cultivate with the magic of the spirit insects are not very efficient; he has to drink a bottle after only a short time of cultivation.

The problem is that the effects aren't very good. Only potions produced by the fairies can allow for normal cultivation.

Ron took all the profits from Bella's ten acres of land.

His main goal this time was to see if he could capture a picture of a potion sprite.

But Ron's hopes were quickly dashed.

The host on stage said:

"Next item: Hyacinth Potion Sprite, starting bid 10,000 gold dragons!"

Fifteen thousand.

Seventeen thousand.

......

Ron also bid several times, but was quickly overtaken.

Seeing that the price of this little elf had exceeded 20,000 gold dragons, Ron gave up his idea.

I guess I'll have to rely on my helpful neighbors. That old guy in Austin seems to have one!

In the end, this potion sprite was sold for 28,000 gold dragons.

Lilith sat beside her, initially watching with great interest, but later became bored and started looking around.

Her gaze would occasionally drift to the slave sales area below the stage, where there was a closed door, obscuring the view inside.

Halfway through the auction, the auctioneer clapped his hands.

"Next comes the part you've all been waiting for—the auction of high-quality slaves."

The audience quieted down a bit. Some people sat up straight, widening their eyes to get a closer look.

The auctioneer waved his hand, and a side door opened, bringing in several slaves. They were all men, dressed in uniform grey robes, heads bowed, with ropes tied around their wrists.

Lilith sat beside her, her back ramrod straight, her hands resting on her knees, her knuckles white.

"The first batch consists of male slaves: three mid-ranking knight squires and one high-ranking knight. They are strong and capable of fighting and enduring hardships."

Starting bid: 200 gold dragons per person.

Some people in the audience held up signs, but they weren't very interested.

The auctioneer clearly anticipated this outcome.

Male slaves are hard to sell, mainly because it's unclear what use they are, and you have to guard against them escaping.

This segment ended quickly.

"Haha, just a little hiccup. Friends, now comes your favorite part."

"Let's cut to the chase and get straight to the items."

Five women came up this time, all very young, and they had been specially dressed differently. They had their heads down, and their hair had been pulled back to reveal their faces.

Lilith and the others stared intently, but unfortunately, their leader wasn't there. Their hearts were pounding like they were on a rollercoaster.

"Five low-ranking knight squires, young, good-looking, and in good health," the auctioneer said excitedly.

"Starting bid: 800 gold dragons per person."

The murmurs from the audience grew louder.

"Eight hundred? The man in front only went two hundred."

"Women are different. They're beautiful, young, and the children they give birth to are all talented in fighting spirit."

Lilith and the others' expressions changed when they heard the starting price.

They've been running around trying to raise money these past two days, selling everything they could, and finally managed to scrape together a thousand gold dragons, but it looks a bit dangerous.

However, they still retain a sliver of hope in their hearts.

She stared at the five women on the stage, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress tighter and tighter.

The bidding has begun.

"Nine hundred."

"one thousand."

"One thousand and two."

The price increase indicated that they were in higher demand than male slaves. The final five were sold for between 1200 and 1500 each.

Lilith's hands were trembling. Margaret sat in the back, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Ron glanced at them but didn't say anything.

The side door opened again, and this time three women emerged. They were slightly older than the previous group, but still quite young; the oldest looked to be under thirty. One had long brown hair, fair skin, and was indeed beautiful. The other two were also quite attractive.

"The third batch consists of three mid-level knight squires, who are young, good-looking, and have excellent fighting spirit talent."

Starting bid: one thousand gold dragons.

The audience erupted in excitement.

"One thousand four hundred."

"Sixteen thousand."

"Seventeen thousand".

Lilith's face was as white as paper, and their leader, Selena, was inside.

Upon hearing the bids offered, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Several women huddled in the back, some of them already wiping away tears.

Lilith gripped the purse tightly, but it was too late.

Finished!

Tears streamed down her face like beads. This seemingly harmless woman now possessed a fragile quality that evoked a sense of pity in one's heart.

With bloodshot eyes and a look of despair, she turned to look at Ron:

"Pigsy~ Please help me..."

Looking into her watery eyes, Ron could see the genuine emotion in her eyes.

But he only sobered up for a moment. This little green tea buff had all sorts of power up her sleeve, and she was too strong.

It's estimated that only the initial despair was genuine; the subsequent displays of weakness were merely going with the flow.

It was all to elicit sympathy from Ron and get him to help.

After Ron actually helps, he'll probably say "Thank you, brother~" again.

Then there is no more.

The main point is that you choose to do it voluntarily.

After Ron remained silent for a while, the bidding in the room gradually subsided.

The little pink-haired girl became even more anxious:

"Pigeon~ Brother~......"

Ron looked at her with amusement:

"As I said before, I'll bring you into the venue for free, but if you ask me for help after you're in, there will be a price to pay."

"I didn't mind you calling me 'brother' before, but what should you call me now?"