The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 802

Chapter 802: Chapter 650, Poisonous Chapter 802: Chapter 650, Poisonous “Five hundred, isn't that a bit high?” Wu Heng asked.

After the starting bid, there would be a bidding process, which generally resulted in several times the base price.

So it seemed a bit expensive that the bidding was starting at five hundred.

Shanaela smiled, “You're selling to those wealthy elites now, and besides, elixirs are consumed internally. Would those nobles believe in it if it were cheap?”

“Uh… you have a point there,” Wu Heng admitted.

Mini grinned and said, “Sister Shanaela is a rich lady; she has experience in this area.”

Shanaela stretched out her arm, pretending to be angry as she poked her lightly.

Wu Heng nodded in agreement, “Then we'll do as you say. Those people are so poor all they have is money; they won't care if it's expensive.”

Shanaela looked at him, “You have a bit of resentment towards the rich.”

“Not at all,” Wu Heng denied.

Then Andre Willow chimed in, “The Patrol Guard will increase the number of patrols near the opera house, and the association's Vice-executive, one will be responsible for the external security, and another for the security inside the venue.”

“Good, as long as everything is arranged properly,” Wu Heng nodded.

The group chatted for a while, and the skeletons cleaned up the dining table.

As the night fell, they each returned to their rooms to rest.

The night was ink-like; the entire city was immersed in silence.

The opera house, grand and surrounded by spectators during the day, now appeared eerily ominous in the darkness.

Swish swish swish~!

A Tamed Beast circled above the building.

Then, there were three figures, approaching the opera house silently like specters.

Under the moonlight, one could vaguely see their black cloaks and masks, revealing only a pair of sly eyes.

One stood on lookout, another controlled a Tamed Beast circling in the sky, and the last one skillfully took out tools to begin picking the lock with caution.

The trio was careful and cautious, careful not to make a single sound.

They were simply following the plan, carrying out their respective tasks.

Gold and Silver Island was too rich; if they could just steal something tonight,

Even if the auction items weren't there, they would still make a huge profit; and if the auction items were there,

It would be a life-changing windfall.

Click~!

With a crisp sound, the lock suddenly opened.

But the moment the lock opened, there were several loud explosions in the night sky.

Bang bang bang~!

Bullets penetrated the heads of the three figures in succession; blood spraying, their bodies flew backwards.

Immediately after, several figures emerged from the opposite building.

Holding straw mats, cloths, and buckets, they wrapped up the bodies, re-locked the door, and started to clean up the scene.

“How many groups has it been?”

“The third one, a bunch of thieves gone mad with poverty.”

“Should we mention it to the boss lady?”

“No need, there might be more coming in the second half of the night. Search the bodies, keep anything valuable for ourselves, and pile the corpses in the backyard.”

“Alright!”

The scene was almost cleaned up, and the figures left once again.

The ground still bore traces of water.

The next day, at the Gem Flower Opera House.

The magnificent hall, like a dazzling pearl, exuded an aura of luxury and mystery.

The dome of the hall soared high, with glittering crystal chandeliers casting a soft light, enveloping the whole space in brightness and fantasy.

The guests, dressed in sumptuous attire, gradually entered the venue.

Those who knew each other chatted, discussing the wonders of Gold and Silver Island and speculating on the prices the auctioned items would fetch.

Following a period of noise,

The seats steadily filled up, and the exhibition began with the sounding of a bronze bell.

A Wood Elf, dressed in a black gown, stepped onto the stage. After a brief introduction, she said directly, “There is only one item up for auction, the Constitution Enhancement Potion, certified by the association and the syndicate. Due to the scarcity of materials and the high difficulty of production, there will be a total of five bottles for auction.”

Whoosh~!

A chatter erupted among the crowd.

“Just five bottles, that's so few.”

“There must be hundreds of people here, all for those five bottles, it's a joke.”

“It seems, except for those who manage to buy at the end, the rest will make the trip for nothing.”

The crowd murmured among themselves.

The auctioneer on stage waited for the noise to subside a bit, then continued, “The first bottle, bring it up.”

An elegant Wood Elf Maid, carrying a tray, walked gracefully onto the stage.

With the silk cloth opened, a bottle of elixir was revealed.

“The starting bid is 500 Gold Coins, increments must be no less than 20 Gold, you may begin now. Oh, and if any guest finds themselves short of cash, feel free to speak to our staff at any time for pawn loans,” the auctioneer said, then stepped back a couple of paces.

Allowing the elixir to take center stage.

And below, when the crowd heard the starting price of 500 gold, their eyes widened in disbelief.

A bidding of 500 gold to start, was it the elixir of immortality?

After a round of discussion, there came a brief silence.

Then a human noble raised his number plate, “520 Gold.”

“Someone's really buying it, aren't they afraid of being cheated?”

“If it can enhance one's abilities, it's like a miracle cure for those whose advancements are impeded.”

“That person's wearing an alchemy robe; they must want to buy it for research,” another commented.

“True, aside from those who want to consume it, there are those who buy it to study it.”

In the midst of the discussions, another Short person held up a sign.

“540.”

“600…”

“1080.”

One after another, the offers came, and the bidding price shot up in a sharp incline.

Inside a second-floor private box.

Wu Heng followed the window's frame, looking down below.

When he heard someone make a bid, and the auction price kept rising, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He actually feared that no one would make an offer, which would lead to an embarrassingly cold scene.

Now it seemed that Shanaela's judgment was indeed accurate.

The price skyrocketed, quickly surpassing one thousand gold coins, and continued to rise.

Sitting beside her, Shanaela softly said, “What are you worried about? Don't you trust my judgment?”

“I was afraid they wouldn't recognize a good product,” Wu Heng replied with a smile.

“You don't understand them. Our high pricing matches their expectations for rare elixirs. Secondly, even if they suspect it's fake, the mere possibility it might be real is enough for some to take the gamble. To them, money comes easier than personal advancement,” Shanaela explained calmly.

“You make sense,” Wu Heng agreed.

As they spoke, the first elixir was sold for the price of 3480 gold coins.

The man who won the bid casually took out bags of gold coins, paying on the spot.

A display of wealth.

Shanaela continued, “This is the first bottle. The last one could sell for several times more.”

Wu Heng's eyebrows lifted slightly as he continued to look down.

On one side of the auction hall,

Xi Ligui, in full armor with a helmet on, leaned against the wall, watching the ongoing auction.

When she heard an elixir being sold for three thousand gold, her eyes widened beneath the helmet.

This was making money too fast!

If this were the price, then the security for this exhibit at the show was clearly insufficient.

Fortunately, nothing had gone wrong.

Xi Ligui pushed her helmet up slightly, muttering, “How many more good items does this guy have?”

“Really, I'm a steward, and I don't get any limelight.”

The auction continued.

The second bottle sold for 3260 gold coins.

The third for 3620, and by the fourth bottle, the bidding became fierce again, with the final price reaching 6840 gold coins.

This price eliminated the majority of bidders.

Even if all were merchants or nobles, there were differences in strength.

Finally, it was time for the last bottle.

The auctioneer gently reminded, “Ladies and gentlemen, the last bottle starts at 500 gold. Miss this opportunity, and who knows when the next auction might be, or if there will ever be another chance. Please begin!”

The entire venue was silent for a few seconds, followed by someone speaking up.

“Gentlemen, I am of old age, so please give me some consideration. I bid 520 gold coins.”

“Who's young? I bid 600.”

“If we continue to quarrel this way, it will only benefit that young Island Master. I bid 3500, let's let me check if the elixir is real or fake first.”

On the second floor, Wu Heng's brow furrowed.

Buy something, and why bring me up?

“4000, if you disagree, bid higher.”

“Staff, I have several golden items here. I'd like to exchange them for some gold coins from your side.”

“I just bought an estate from the city hall yesterday, I'll mortgage the deed.”

“You're really sick, I bid 5000.”

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with people cursing that anyone who bought it was sick and that anyone who bought it would make the Island Master a cheap deal.

Yet, one by one, they started bidding again.

The price skyrocketed.

The auctioneer smiled.

Wu Heng and Shanaela also wore broad smiles on the second floor.

At home, they had thousands of such elixirs.

“32860 gold for the first time.”

“The second time…”

Thump~!

The hammer fell, “Congratulations to client number 465, the elixir is yours.”

“Damn it,” the person called out gritted his teeth, without a trace of happiness.

Most of the items in his Space Ring had been mortgaged.

He was still unsure whether the elixir would work or not.

The elixir was sent down.

People began to leave the venue, discussing the exorbitantly priced elixir.

Inside a mansion,

After the auction dispersed, many followed here.

Everyone sat in the hall, their eyes on the old man leisurely drinking tea in the center.

“Mr. Otma, stop keeping us in suspense. Use the elixir now and tell us about the effects,” someone said.

“Exactly, let us have some closure, to know whether it works or not.”

“Stop drinking water already, what if you can't down the elixir later?”

The old man looked over the crowd.

With a smile, he said, “Are you treating me as a Medication Test Stone?”

“Keeping the elixir with you is dangerous too. By having you use it now, we can bear witness and save you from a lot of trouble,” someone softly reminded.

Only if you consume it will it truly be yours. Keeping it on your person would always make others envious.

The old man nodded, taking out the elixir.

A few alchemists nearby were also ready for rescue operations, along with several healing scrolls.

If there was any danger, they were to immediately carry out rescue efforts.

The old man took a deep breath, opened the bottle, and drank it down in one go.

But the next second, his exposed arm and neck were instantly covered in purple-black veins that rapidly spread to other areas.

The old man collapsed to the ground, struggling and writhing in pain.

He started moaning pathetically.

The others were startled.

They jumped to their feet, backing away rapidly.

“Shit, it's poisoned!”

Thousands of gold spent on what turned out to be poison.