My Eldritch Horror Wife Followed Me To Another World
Chapter 102: Old Man Rem

Chapter 102: Old Man Rem

Old Man Rem looked at the chaos unfolding before him.

If no one had done anything, nothing would have happened, even after Mister Burgundy died. They would have cleaned up the body and eventually moved on with the auction. They had several good items left, after all.

However, since the intruders responsible for Mister Burgundy’s accident started doing shit, the rest of the guests grew restless.

What if someone took the things they had bid on? What if someone used this opportunity to attack them?

In that case, wouldn’t it be best for them to do it first? They could take what they wanted without needing to pay an arm and a leg for it. They could settle old debts and grudges by taking advantage of the chaos.

A lot of the guests also decided to flee. With what was happening, it was obvious that the auction hall would no longer be safe. Security from the Torak Syndicate was only limited to the Torak executives, after all. They spared no care for the common guests.

Rem glanced at the foreigner sprinting past him with an armload of armor toward the big catch from yesterday.

Whether it was intentional or not, Rem had no way of knowing, but it had given them an inside man—a strong one at that. Damas broke free from the shackles through brute force.

Rem looked around the auction hall. It was probably time to leave. He turned toward the fourth floor. There were a lot of sounds coming from Mister Burgundy’s room.

Kava should have been able to handle it. But if the intruders had someone strong enough to break, admittedly flimsy, iron chains, it wasn’t impossible for them to have a transcendent.

Rem frowned.

The only problem was that they didn’t really have anything that would make a transcendent’s interference worth it. A transcendent could get most things they had available today much easier than by stealing. Besides, they weren’t crashing just an ordinary auction. They were offending the Torak Syndicate.

They would have to walk with their head lowered wherever they went in Vorad or never return.

Rem tilted his head.

There was someone who fit the requirements–someone who would want to take something from the auction regardless of monetary value and who wouldn’t care about offending the Torak Syndicate.

"The forest, huh..." Rem mumbled to himself. He hadn’t seen any tribes. But magic was a thing. He knew better than most about it. They could have hidden themselves. One of the best ways to do that would be to hide in plain sight.

Rem’s eyes narrowed as he turned toward the two intruders on the ground floor.

A charmingly handsome man with slightly foreign features and a large man strong enough to break free from his shackles.

They could be forest dwellers in disguise.

Rem’s suspicion was as good as confirmed as soon as they moved toward the basement.

’Interesting.’

Rem’s pondering was interrupted by a loud thump that sounded very much like a person dropping from the fourth floor. He spun around. A bang followed directly after as a door also hit the ground.

"Kava?" Rem asked with a frown. Had the intruders really brought a transcendent? That meant war.

"Urgh...!" Kava groaned. He had softened the landing with Burgundy’s body, but it wasn’t a perfect hit, and he broke an arm.

"Old Man Rem..." He returned the greeting.

"What happened?" Rem asked as he walked over to Kava.

"I...let my guard down," He admitted. The two intruders hit his legs and took his footing before cornering him to one side of the room. Since he had something behind him, he thought he was fine.

That ’something’ turned out to be a door leaning against the railing. He put his weight against it. The sneaky swordsman threw a chair at him. Kava braced against the wall and managed to catch the chair. But before he could throw it back at Squawks, someone had dropkicked the chair’s back and pushed him over the railing.

Now, he was lying on the floor and could barely move.

"Transcendent?" Rem asked with a frown. A transcendent shouldn’t have needed to push Kava out of the room, though, at least not before killing him.

Kava shook his head slightly before groaning in pain.

Rem’s eyebrows rose slightly. That meant non-transcendents had put Kava in this state.

Rem picked up Kava, who did his best to suppress the groans of pain.

It seemed he would have to talk to some people. Maybe prepare for war. Invading his auction? Trying to kill his people?

If they wanted that birdman back, they should have just bought him like decent people. Or not let him get kidnapped and sold in the first place.

Now that it had come to this, Rem would have to repay the favor. Not yet, though. Tiabe was scary.

The old man carrying the young one disappeared from the spot.

Squawks’ eyes narrowed when he saw that.

The old man was a magic user, a seemingly powerful one at that, if he could just vanish.

Fortunately, it seemed the old man was more interested in saving Kava’s life, so they were probably retreating.

Unfortunately, they could retreat easily since this was their home. For Squawks and the others...

The night had just started.

Squawks quickly tied a leather strap around his thigh to stop the bleeding. He could bandage it later. He turned to Lily, who had plucked the dagger out of her shoulder and was trying to wrap it with a strip of cloth with one hand.

"How is it?" He asked while taking over.

"Manageable." In other words, Lily wouldn’t be using the arm for the rest of the night and a couple of days, maybe more if they didn’t get her proper treatment.

Still, they had fought a transcendent and won. These minor scratches were practically nothing. They were lucky that Kava wasn’t an advanced transcendent.

"Transcendents are bullshit," Lily complained.

"Yep." Squawks nodded while putting Lily’s arm in a sling and tying it to her torso. That way, it wouldn’t get worse, and it wouldn’t get in the way.