The auction of the Century 11.4

I couldn't even hear what exactly they were shouting. My value went to over 50 platinum coins in less than a minute. For the first time, I turned my head to the auctioneer. (I thought it was a man? What?)

Staring back at me was a tall and bulk woman, with white skin, gray hair and small round glasses. Her face was beautiful, but her body didn't added much to her appearance. She was wearing a blue dress with some animal white fur as a scarf. Ocean blue high heels and a big golden earring.

Her eyes were black, completely black. "I must thank you, little one. The House won't run short on money for at least a decade." She laughed, and I saw inside her mouth. Pointy teeth and a V shaped tongue. (Shark teeth... She is a hybrid.)

I turned my head to face the crowd. (She is an infiltrated beastman... How cool.) I remained unmoved while the audience yelled. "60 platinum coins!" Some masked guy on an expensive suit suddenly shouted from one of the private rooms above the normal seats. The screams calmed down.

The shark woman stepped forward. "Now we, ladies and gentleman, enter the final stage of the auction. 60 platinum coins for buyer 43. Anyone else?" There was a total of ten VIP rooms above the common seats.

A woman in white dress on the third room from the left to the right raised both of her hands, and then lifted all her fingers. The auctioneer smiled. "100 platinum coins to buyer 3. Anyone else?" Some gasped, others fainted. (That must be quite the sum.)

"105 platinum coins!" The masked man shouted again. But the same as before, the woman just gestured the number. "150 platinum coins for buyer 3..." Even the auctioneer was out of breath. I was spacing out, but something told me to look the white dress woman in the eyes.

Our eyes met. (What a strong gaze. Gorgeous.) It wasn't just her dress, she was white too. Her hair, skin, pupils. She could be mistaken as a ghost. She smiled with the corner of her mouth to me, and a chill ran down on my spine.

The audience remained silent. "150 for buyer number 3, in one, two, three! Slave 8419 sold for buyer 3 at the value of 150 platinum coins! Thank you for your patronage!" She got close to me and touched my shoulder. "Another record breaker, my little gold mine~" My vision blurred.

...

(Ugh... What happened to me...? My body is all stiff...) I open my eyes and I found out that I was facing the floor. My scales were itching. I look around. (Alone...) I get up, and my knees almost give up. (It feel like when I drink too much...) with a lot of effort, I get to the nearby wall and put my weight on it.

One of my hand was bleeding, for some reason I didn't knew about. I close my eyes and circulate the fewest possible mana I could to heal myself. (If the shackle detect mana movement...) I concentrate my mind on the healing process. The blood start to dry.

When my skin started to mend together, I hear two pairs of steps coming from the corridor. (Tsk, if it's my turn I'm doomed.) I couldn't use more mana, so the process needed time to complete. The steps got closer. (Come on!) Half of the cut was healed. The door lock made a click sound. (Ah, forget it.)

The door opened and a maid entered. She had black hair and eyes with two different colors, one green and one blue. (I've heard of her, Medea Velle... Monetis gave her the green eye if I'm not wrong?) Behind her was a tall figure with long hair.

They both walked in. I immediately recognized the tall figure. Pale white skin, a dark red long hair and that pair of eyes. Blood red sclera and gold yellow iris, the sign of a pure blood dragon. Our eyes met, and my body tensed up, ready to dodge. "Artemis!" It didn't take more than a second for her to jump over me.

I tried to dodge, but my body froze in place. I panicked, but then I saw that also froze. "Girls, no fighting." The green eye of the maid was glowing. I gritted my teeth. "Styx! How have you been?" Her gaze were piercing me. "Artemis, you fucking little lizard, I'll kill you!"

The maid clicked her tongue sometimes. "Since you girls don't want to cooperate, I'll have to teach you manners." She raised her palm and touched the back of Styx. Her face twisted in pain, but her pride didn't allowed her to scream.

She started shivering and sweating. Her eyes loose the colors and she fainted. "Wow, a dragon this weak. Don't disappoint me, little naga." She almost touched my chest, but the auctioneer said my number. "Tsk, lucky girl. Go, it's your turn."

She closed her green eye and I regained control over my body. "Why don't you teach her more while I'm out? I'm sure she deserves special teaching."