When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 123 - 124: Crazy Clown

Chapter 123: Chapter 124: Crazy Clown

The entire auction house went wild. This time not just because of shock, but because some powerhouses were actually bidding on it.

"900,000 Nu!"

"2 Million Nu!"

"15 Million..."

"200 Million..."

It was a total mess. The entire group was staring at the farce, shocked. They substituted the Chairman with themselves, and they realized that a lot of people wanted to see his downfall and hated him to death.

Cail took out his glasses and wore them. They noticed it but they were too distracted to care. The bidding bellow was still ongoing. Cail realized that the pearl fairy’s corpse was special. Although he was not sure what it was, it was making him hungry.

He tapped Hal. "I’m going out for a while."

...

The auctioneer was basically grinning ear to ear, hearing those prices.

Just as he was about to ask if there were any more bidders, room 102 lit up. The person inside was speaking into the mic.

"You guys accept artifacts, right?"

The auctioneer nodded, smoothing his lapels. "Yes — as long as the owner is satisfied with the exchange, and we can verify its authenticity." The artifact exchange is different from bidding. It needs to be of equal value to the item.

But artifacts are rarer. The auctioneer thought. If he could manage to secure an artifact deal, then that would be great.

He turned toward the box seats. "Before we proceed... may I ask, esteemed owner — what kind of artifact would you be looking for in exchange? Do you have something in mind? A particular power, a grade, a form? Anything you wish for, we will do our best to accommodate." Although it is said that the artifact needs to match the price of the item, the owner had an advantage in some points.

There was a moment of nervous silence, then the owner’s voice, calm but firm, filled the room. "I want something that can sever fate itself — a tool or a relic rumored to cut through karma’s chains."

The crowd fell into a heavy silence, many turning to whisper among their companions.

That is not something you can find every day. An artifact with that use... no one is probably willing to trade it, right?

Some people had other concerns. "Why would that guy need that? I can smell trouble from that box."

Most really do not care. There are lots of criminals in this pavilion right now. As long as no murder happens, no one cares.

The auctioneer nodded slowly. "Excellent. Mr. from room 102... can you provide something of that value?" The auctioneer didn’t think so, but still, fantasizing about it made him salivate.

The room fell into a heavy silence once again, just like the auctioneer. They are thinking that the man will probably back down. Even those powerhouses...

One of them opened his mic. "Stop butting in and cut the crap! Let’s continue the money bid." That was an irritable powerhouse.

A fate-cutting artifact — something that could sever karma’s chains — it’s a nearly impossible request.

But contrary to what people thought, the man in box 102 sounded again. "I believe I have something that might be of interest."

"I have here a Dagger of Severance, forged from a fallen deity’s bone. It was said to sever fate’s threads, freeing or binding someone’s future." The man said.

"Bullshit!" The irritable powerhouse screamed once again, "That’s a scam! Even if such a thing existed, there’s no way someone would trade it—"

Before he could even finish speaking, a hammer flew toward his direction. It slammed into his box; the protective shield almost shattered.

"Who... who dares attack me!" The man was quick to recover. He screamed into the mic, and the people below didn’t say anything.

Heck — why would they? It was the clown who threw the hammer. They didn’t dare say a thing.

The irritable powerhouse also realized that the hammer looked familiar. It was what the clown used at the start of the auction.

"You... you are insane. Does your boss know you’re attacking a guest?" The powerhouse calmed down, but he looked coldly at the clown.

The clown wasn’t fazed. He raised his hand, and the hammer went back to his hand. Holding the microphone, he stared straight at the powerhouse’s box. "Did you forget the rule? Interrupting a deal inside the pavilion means death."

"So shut your mouth up and listen."

It was cold and bone-chilling. The powerhouse’s realized... the pavilion was turning against them.

Inside box 106, Lady Death was feeding grapes to one of her pets. She lazily lay on the sofa as her servants fanned her.

Fanning is not actually necessary, but seeing people work, even in vain, puts Lady Death in a good mood.

"The auction house’s appetite suddenly became huge. They better be careful not to choke."

"Excellent. We can submit this for the owner’s evaluation." The clown was more excited than the owner when he heard the artifact. "Mr., you can put the artifact beside the vase on your left side. It would be teleported to me."

Room 102 was silent. But the rune beside the clown glowed. Then after a second, a dagger appeared. It looked unassuming, but one couldn’t help but feel a sense of mystery looking at it.

Technicians rushed forward to perform a brief authenticity scan. The rune formations glowed a sinister gold, verifying its power.

The owner fell into a moment’s silence, then the green indicator above their box turned gold — a sign of agreement.

People had no idea what the owner was feeling. He was obscured by the box. As for whether he is excited or not, it doesn’t matter — the clown was.

You should have seen the glare that the clown gave the owner’s box when it was time to decide. If he had said no, the auctioneer’s hammer would have fallen on his head.

Everyone sighed. "Mr. Auctioneer is crazy today..."

...

Inside room 102.

Cail covered his left eye. For the first time, he experienced punishment for not following the instructions.

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