Spellcasting Gods

This expert, specializing in the appraisal of magical items and antiques, has served the North American Parliament for seventy years and is now 123 years old.

However, because he has some Norse elf blood, he looks only around fifty years old, and is still a long way from being too old to walk.

As soon as the old man stepped onto the stage, he pushed up twenty dragon eggs and said to all the guests with a smile, "As you can see! This is the most important item in this year-end auction! Unhatched dragon eggs from the gap between the fragment world and the main world! According to experts in the field of magical creature research, each of them is alive and very healthy, and can be hatched at any time. They are purebred black dragons without any defects."

"Damn it! Stop teasing us! Let's get started! My gold dinars are already itching to get started!" a lord sitting in the front row urged in a half-joking tone.

In fact, from the moment these dragon eggs appeared, many people present began to breathe rapidly, and emotions such as greed and desire spread unchecked in all directions.

Anyone with a bit of strength wouldn't easily let go of the opportunity to acquire the dragon egg.

Unfortunately, Bertie Edmott isn't stupid; he wouldn't auction off such a valuable final item right now.

He merely smiled politely and shook his head in response, "Sorry, I never said I was going to auction the dragon eggs now. In fact, they are the most precious of all the items for sale. To give everyone a chance, the Supreme Council has decided to release five each day during the four-day auction. If anyone intends to bid on the dragon eggs, they'd better make sure they have enough gold dinars in their pockets."

"Fuck! Looks like I have no chance!"

"Me too!"

"Release five every day? Isn't this clearly a way to let big shots monopolize it?"

"Ha! You actually think you can buy a dragon egg with your meager funds?"

……

For a moment, the audience was filled with ugly behavior, and some people from the bottom of society even cursed under their breath.

Unfortunately, the underworld is not like the self-proclaimed democratic and free United States. It doesn't care about public opinion or any such tricks. If anyone dares to disobey the Supreme Council's arrangements, although they may not disappear immediately, they will inevitably face suppression and exclusion.

Therefore, these people are mostly just grumbling.

Bertie Edmott completely ignored the small commotion below the stage, casually closed the box full of dragon eggs and put it behind him, then opened another sealed box.

moment!

Bottles of shimmering, multicolored magic potions appeared in everyone's sight.

He carefully took out one of the bottles, held it high so that everyone could see the strong energy fluctuations emanating from it, and then introduced it in a slow and unhurried tone: "As we all know, high-grade potions have always been one of the most sought-after items in the underworld."

Some of them can heal wounds, remove diseases and curses, some can restore magic power and enhance the power of spells, and some can greatly improve a certain basic attribute of the body, such as greater strength, faster running, or a more intelligent and flexible mind.

However, due to various restrictions, production has always been very limited, and demand has consistently exceeded supply.

However, now, a newly promoted alchemy master has provided us with a full one hundred bottles of high-grade potions!

Pack it according to his own requirements!

Starting bid: 200,000 gold dinars! Minimum bid increment: 10,000 gold dinars!

I hereby declare!

The auction has officially begun!

"Four hundred thousand!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a buyer on the left side of the second floor eagerly doubled the reserve price.

On the one hand, high-grade potions are so rare and hard to come by; on the other hand, it's also to curry favor with that unknown, newly promoted alchemy master.

No one is truly a fool to make a name for themselves in the underworld; everyone knows how valuable an alchemist is.

To date, there are only six living alchemists in the world: two in Europe, one in South America, one in Australia, one in Egypt in North Africa, and one in Southeast Asia. North America has none.

But now, a new alchemy master has provided the North American High Council with hundreds of bottles of high-grade potions. It's obvious that a new alchemy master has finally emerged in North America.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon enter the Supreme Council and become a big figure at the top of the power pyramid.

Alchemy masters mean wealth!

It also signifies power and life!

"Four hundred and thirty thousand!"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand!"

……

Watching the price of his concocted potions soar, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and mutter to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Sure enough, in any time and in any world, magic potions are the most profitable business. If I didn't have higher aspirations, I'm afraid I would soon be unable to extricate myself from this wonderful feeling of being flattered and fawned over by countless people."

As a traveler who had been to several worlds, he was well aware of the obsession most ordinary people had with magical potions.

Even in Azeroth and Forgotten Realms, where magical civilization is relatively advanced, potions are an absolute luxury. Even in Dalaran, which is known as the magical kingdom, a bottle of potent arcane potion costs as much as six hundred to one thousand gold coins.

As for things like Super Potions and Titan Potions, most mages have never even heard of them, and the recipes are only known to a very few powerful beings.

In the world of Faerûn, the price of magic potions is calculated based on the spell level. The higher the level, the more expensive the potion. Potions that require spells of the fifth rank or higher are so expensive that adventurers and ordinary people might be scared to death by the outrageous price tags.

Of course, for Zhang Cheng, who has already grasped the power of creation, the true meaning of alchemy is no longer about potions and the transformation of matter and energy; its true function lies in creating a pure soul from nothing...

Chapter 0561 Getting Rich Overnight

"A new alchemy master? Don't tell me you know nothing about this!" The Speaker burst into Lavern's luxurious private room and questioned him in a serious tone.

In fact, it's not just him; many members of parliament are currently trying to find out who made those tempting bottles of potions on the auction stage.

“Hehe, please sit down, Cosmo.” Lavern greeted him with a calm smile. “Of course I know who he is. In fact, we all know him, but no one could have imagined that his alchemy skills would improve so quickly.”

"You know them?" The speaker frowned subconsciously.

A full minute later, a look of sudden realization appeared on his aged face, and he tentatively asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Could it be that young Easterner?!"

“That’s right! And whether you believe it or not, he only spent less than two or three hours preparing these hundreds of bottles of high-grade potions. Incredible, isn’t it?” Lavern gave a meaningful answer.

"Damn it! You knew about this all along? Why didn't you tell me?" The speaker plopped down, picked up his glass, and took a sip of red wine to moisten his throat.

After all, alchemy masters are so rare, he simply couldn't imagine what would happen to his reputation if someone else snatched them away first.

By then, the North American Supreme Council will likely become a laughing stock in the entire underworld.

Lavern shrugged dismissively: "Don't worry, Zhang isn't the kind of idiot who'd be tempted by money, wealth, fame, and status. He has his own ambitions and dreams, and he won't leave easily unless we make some foolish decisions first."

"Oh? What does he want?" The speaker stroked his thick white beard.

"It's very simple! He wants to do the research he wants to do without being disturbed by any external forces."

"Interference? You mean..."

"Isn't it obvious? A lot of guys, including the Marcus family, are eyeing him, seriously impacting his daily life. I think it's time to give this self-proclaimed ancient and prestigious fool a warning and tell them to get lost," Lavern hinted with a sneer.

The speaker nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

……

While the two big shots upstairs were exchanging ideas, hundreds of bottles of high-grade magic potions were finally purchased by two buyers sitting on the second floor for 750,000 gold dinars.

As for how they divide the spoils in private, that's their own business, and nobody cares. They wouldn't care even if they fought over it.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng's working capital increased by 750,000 out of nowhere, and he no longer had to rely on the meager gold dinars he had painstakingly saved up to make ends meet.

Over the next two hours, the chief auctioneer brought out some more interesting items, but their prices were nothing compared to the hundreds of high-grade potions; the most expensive item didn't even exceed 20,000 dinars.

Clearly, the first auction was just a warm-up; the real gems were yet to come.

This situation continued until two dragon eggs were placed on the table, at which point the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly became tense...

Bertie Edmote didn't waste any words and announced loudly, "The grand finale of the first auction! Two dragon eggs! Starting price is one million gold dinars! Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand gold dinars higher! The two highest bidders will win them!"

"one million!"

"One million five hundred thousand!"

Two million!

Three million!

"Three and a half million!"

Six million!

……

Everyone at the scene went crazy, and in the blink of an eye, the price of the dragon egg was driven up to six million gold dinars.

As the only universally accepted precious metal currency in the underworld, the gold dinar has an incredibly powerful purchasing power. A single gold dinar can fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars, and it is usually only used when trading powerful magical items.

Six million is equivalent to thousands or even trillions of dollars!

However, this is only a theoretical figure.

In fact, because the value of the gold dinar is relatively stable and it contains a certain amount of magical energy, powerful families and individuals have been hoarding it for hundreds of years, resulting in only a small portion circulating in the market.

But today, they all revealed their assets, determined to take a dragon egg no matter what, even if it meant going bankrupt.

After all, you can earn more gold dinars if you lose them, but if you miss the chance to get the dragon egg, you might never have another chance.

As he savored the boiling desire in the air around him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but curl up his lips into a playful smile. He then stood up and quietly pushed open the door, heading towards the upper deck.

He made up his mind that the next time he went to Azeroth, he would have a good talk with Onyxia and try to get several hundred dragon eggs for future use.

Of course, if conditions allowed, he wouldn't mind imprisoning the Black Dragon Princess and using her as a sex slave, continuously laying eggs, hatching, and building a massive Black Dragon army, just like the Dragonmaw clan of the orcs did to the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza.

Anyway, as a corrupted black dragon race, no one in Azeroth cares about their life or death. In fact, killing a black dragon will bring rewards from all factions, including the Alliance and the Horde.

"Hi! Honey, is the auction over?"

As soon as they reached the top deck, Elizabeth, dressed in a sexy swimsuit, climbed out of the pool and gave him a kiss with her wet lips.

Zhang Cheng casually put his arm around the girl's waist, shook his head with a smile, and said, "No, it's not over yet, but there's nothing left that interests me. Besides, do you mean you're having fun if you're having a good time?"

“Of course! This is Hawaii! Compared to New York’s awful weather, this place is paradise. Oh, by the way, I just met an interesting friend. Want me to introduce you?” As she spoke, Elizabeth turned and glanced at a woman in a black bikini not far away.

The other person was clearly of Latin descent, with a healthy tan all over his body, and was sitting in a deck chair sunbathing.

"Who is she?" Zhang Cheng could not help but sense the magical energy emanating from her body, but he deliberately pretended to be nonchalant.

“Her name is Zoe, a girl from Los Angeles, and also a witch who has just awakened her magic. We just talked a lot about magic, maybe I can ask her for some tips on absorbing magic power.” Elizabeth answered while picking up a towel to dry her hair and body.

"A witch? That sounds very interesting."

A golden light flashed in Zhang Cheng's pupils, and he immediately used his powerful psychic abilities to envelop the entire top-floor bathing area, forcibly invading the brain and reading the memories in the other person's mind.

coincidence?