MC's career as foreign lord

“60!” The sign was held high!

This bidding method, of course, wasn't for the total price. To them, that would be too cheap. Instead, it was a direct bid for the unit price of each item.

Only this kind of bidding method could highlight the uniqueness, or perhaps the nobility, of these races.

To satisfy their desires, the camp even provided each private room with tall, limbed female elves to hold up the signs. These elves, who usually didn't earn much in tips, were very conscientious, as they could potentially receive a considerable amount of wealth from each bid made by the customers here.

This person was, of course, generous with their bonuses and rewards for the races in their territory. Therefore, people were eager to do almost any kind of work.

It was precisely because of this that all the activities in the territory proceeded in an orderly manner. After all, who could resist the temptation of money, right?

After the first bidder displayed their bidding sign, the others naturally became even more unrestrained and reckless. They even directly doubled the price, shouting out a bid of 130 for each magic wand.

If the price shouts from the ordinary commoners below were just an appetizer, then the bids from those in the private rooms nearly pushed the situation on the scene to its peak.

After all, they were a group of truly wealthy people. Their territories were almost measured by continents, and their wealth by planes of existence. Even gold, a resource that almost no plane could produce independently, could still be found in countless quantities here.

So when they truly joined the bidding and repeatedly shouted out their own offers, everyone below began to shut their mouths.

Because each increase of 10 actually meant an increase of 1000 wealth gold coins. If measured by this amount of gold coins, each magic wand and each price increase was equivalent to consuming all the output of a small town.

Thus, the price began to soar at an unpredictable rate, until a powerhouse from the Human Empire shouted out the final offer, at which point it gradually subsided.

The Human Empire directly bid the price of each magic wand to 300. They were actually quite cunning because this price for the magic wands set the foundation for the subsequent nine batches of magic wands. This meant that the prices later on wouldn't be particularly low, and they might not be getting the absolute lowest price here, but it was certainly better than other races.

As expected, the subsequent batches of magic wands also saw frantic bidding, gradually falling off around the sixth batch, eventually settling at around 220-230.

In fact, the psychology of each race was similar. They all hoped to acquire these items at a lower cost, but once they couldn't obtain that price, they would continuously raise the price.

Sure enough, when the last batch of magic wands was about to be sold, and Gainor announced that they wouldn't be selling magic wands again in the same way for the next few years, this batch of magic wands went completely crazy, increasing all the way to around 450, before finally being bought by the equally wealthy Dragon race.

Looking at the smug gaze of that old gold dragon, almost many people from the empires wanted to go up and slap its face. But after all, they were dragons, so their deterrent power was still sufficient, and they were just thinking about it.

Zhou Ren smiled, "It seems that this auction has indeed whetted the appetite of a large group of people!"

He knew that the following items would still cause a sensation, whether it was the special magical tools equipped for each person, or the potions that would never be sold on a normal day, or even some foods that could increase vitality.

What they would sell were naturally the finest products that could not be bought anywhere else in the world, some good things that everyone dreamed of, so that both mages and warriors could obtain what they wanted most through their auctions.

"After auctioning about 10 more items, we will move on to our main event!" Mosa reminded Zhou Ren, also preparing him to go on stage.

Zhou Ren nodded, he naturally knew what was being said, "Then call me when the actual auction reaches that point!"

He had hardly rested well in these 10 days. Even though it was daytime now, he still wanted to relax a little.

Then he saw those wings that flew out in the sky, seemingly like illusions, and of course, he also saw some things besides those wings.

"Phantom Wings!" Zhou Ren was a little helpless, how did these strange little things appear again? He was clearly being very careful while sleeping.

Or could it be that the rules of the world have been updated again? Resulting in the things that he should have completely finished being covered by the new rules, so these flying little wings think that he hasn't been sleeping?

He thought about it and seemed to think that this was very possible, so he nodded slightly, took out a long sword from his waist, and quickly killed all the little guys in front of him, obtaining some small items that they dropped.

"It's a pity that there is no underground fortress now, and no End Portal. What's the use of us collecting so many Eyes of Ender?" Zhou Ren said, with some regret in his eyes.

In fact, his journey in this world has already passed halfway. Now, he only needs to successfully find the End and kill the Ender Dragon to obtain that portal to the Primordial Land.

I don't know which side that portal to the Primordial Land will lead to this time, whether it is the first starting point of his arrival in this world, or the final end of that bizarre MC world, or... is this world just a joke?

He didn't know, but he didn't want to know too much. After all, what was hidden behind such an answer should actually be a primordial secret about the origin of the world.

So he thought about it and still didn't rest, but took a cup of black tea and drank it. Even if other teas weren't bad, he still liked the aroma of black tea the most.

After a cup of black tea, he finally regained a bit of his own sense of happiness. After all, no matter what, he should still have a little future.

Looking at the auction that was still in full swing, he suddenly lost interest. Anyway, everything was irrelevant to him. In the end, he was just someone who collected money and did things, or perhaps he could be called someone who obtained a little bit of profit.

So at this time, what the future would be like wasn't important. What it would eventually develop into was actually within expectations.

The final result was now more than halfway achieved, as if in the distant, boundless sky that many people couldn't see, the actions of a certain pantheon had already fully unfolded. Those from the Church of the Goddess of Wealth were currently slowly making their final preparations, perhaps to make their final move at the moment the auction concluded.

Zhou Ren seemed a bit listless, but still diligently completed some of the work at hand. After all, he still had to live, still had to make a living!

He subconsciously took out an Ender Eye, and without knowing why, tossed it into the air, then watched it fall, which seemed to be a particularly meaningful thing.

But when he threw the Ender Eye for the third time, and it started flying horizontally, he suddenly jolted awake.

He wasn't some gaming noob, so he naturally knew what this meant. To put it bluntly, this world shouldn't have an End dimension in the first place. After all, this was a real world, and shouldn't have such an End dimension, nor should such a place exist, because it was a denial of the world's laws.

But now he didn't dare say that anymore. The Ender Eye wouldn't have problems. If it was flying horizontally, then there must be some kind of power in a certain place in the world drawing it. He glanced at the direction, which was clearly that vast desert where hardly anyone ever went and hardly anyone lived.

"Mosa!" Zhou Ren said, his tone suddenly quickening. After all, this was a special sight that was hard to see even in many years, and perhaps he would only have this one chance in his life, so he couldn't help but be careful.

"Take a group of Ender Eyes and scout all the way in the direction they're flying. Don't worry about the cost, the territory will replenish everything!" Zhou Ren said, knowing this was a great opportunity, but also knowing it could be a special trap.

So he made thorough preparations and didn't act rashly. "If you find anything special, or any mirrors you haven't seen before, don't touch them, just come back and notify me!"

"Your will, Master!" Mosa nodded and disappeared before Zhou Ren's eyes. At that moment, he also tidied up his appearance, marked his belongings, and then strode out of the private room.

The lord of this territory was actually very special to people from other countries, no matter how you looked at it.

They hadn't heard the name of this lord in other areas, and even two months ago, they hadn't heard the name of this Northern Border territory.

This was just a small border town at the junction between elves and beastmen. What special people could there be?

But in just two months, news about this place in the world couldn't be completely hidden and frantically spread out.

In addition to that, there were also those strange items that were the darlings of the world, those special tools that didn't seem very powerful, but had an effect on all kinds of people.

Those bizarre materials filled with whimsy and special structures, but made every mage flock to them.

Those special plants that shouldn't have grown up, but could still mature very quickly, plus some verbal phrases and inexplicable catchphrases circulating here…

This area, which was clearly a wasteland two months ago, had now become the center of public opinion for the entire continent. Many things were surging towards this place, many people were also gathering here, and in this short period of ten days, all kinds of tools in the entire territory had also quickly flowed to most of the high-end areas of the continent through the teleportation portal.

Because of this, they understood the structure and foundation of the territory, and also knew more about the special items that they had never obtained but still existed. In this situation, how could they not feel curious about the lord of the entire territory?

These were just the thoughts of some low-end areas and the ideas of rich people. As for those forces and organizations of various gods, and even visitors from the Abyss and Hell, they had new ideas when they looked at this lord who was slowly descending.

As the ultimate talents in playing with souls, how could they not see that this lord didn't have the slightest trace of a soul?

But whenever they wanted to use secret methods to peek at the special soul stone behind the other party, whether it was exploring the eye of the void or the hand of dread, it would instantly cause a demon lord to fall unconsciously in their minds.

This made them dispel their desire to continue exploring and instead exchanged for some other tools to test various effects in the territory, such as fire-resistant potions that could completely prevent fire.

For the Abyss and Hell, what they were best at was controlling fire elements. This was actually related to the environment of the Abyss and the Fire World being similar, even if the two were completely different flames, it still didn't affect their connection.

This was the connection between the most basic elements, and no one could refuse this connection.

But even such endless flames couldn't have any effect against fire-resistant potions. This seemed to be something from a constant rule. As long as something was recognized by the rule as a flame, it couldn't cause harm to the user of the fire-resistant potion.

This was the truly magical thing, and it was what the demons wanted to obtain very much.

As for the news obtained by the human churches was naturally completely different. Whether it was the bishop, cardinal, pope, or even the patriarch of some large churches, they all received orders from their gods, which was to obtain enough elven fruit.

They had tried this fruit before, but it was just something that the elves used to gild their own faces. To say how great the effect was, there wasn't actually any.

But now the elven fruit produced in this territory had become something that everyone, all the gods, dreamed of. This longing seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and of course, it could also be said to come from the gods' final request.

They had to send people to this territory to obtain such things, and at the same time, they also understood the extraordinary nature of this area even more. In such a bizarre and magical environment of public opinion, this lord, who was said to have created the largest city on the continent in two months, descended from the sky and slowly walked in front of them.

Whether it was the huge city, the terrifying architectural complex, the wonderful weapons, the special tools, or the imaginative food, they all came from his hands alone!