72. Scrolls of fire gathering (below)

The noise in the auction room was not dampened by the entrance of the first orc warrior to auction off the two ores he had brought with him, and even some of the people stopped talking and paid attention to what the orcs were selling, even Velu, who sat motionless, turned his head to whisper in Jambach's ear, his gaze following the flames of the Gathering Fire scrolls in the charnel bowl. I wondered what he thought of our scrolls, but couldn't ask at the moment.

As a water magician, she knew exactly what was on the scrolls, and she knew that my ambition was to be an inscriber, that I had a little magic power and that I had magical elemental perception. The combination of these conditions undoubtedly pointed the finger at me, and then turned to me and asked, "Did you go to the magic potion shop yesterday?"

This question was self-explanatory, asking me if I had bought magic ink from the magic potion shop, and as soon as I hesitated, a look of surprise appeared on my face. I couldn't argue, I had really been to the magic potion shop yesterday, but I hadn't really bought any magic ink. I lowered my head a little, but then I heard Sister Gogo put her head to my ear and ask again in a soft voice, "Did you do it last night?"

Kiger suddenly wrapped his arms around me and came over to Sister Gogo and whispered with a smile, "Did I do it?"

Sister Gogo gave a resolute "huh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Spring hunting on the Pai plateau is the most important thing at this time of year. No one dares to enter the northern foothills in the snowy winter to chase the bison in the depressions, not only because of the infinite traps and killing opportunities hidden under the snow and ice, but also because of the powerful magical beasts that live in the northern foothills, which rule the entire plateau and stop even the best beast hunters before winter. It is only towards the end of the summer that they seek out the wild corn and sandy areas suitable for the growth of ground potatoes, to collect and store these wild crops for the long winter. In the spring, many of the Orcs are also known for their wild crops.

In the spring, many of the Beastmen will need to make some preparations before entering the wilderness. The hunters in the tribes spend the long winter sharpening their arrow clusters, trimming their feathers to a perfect balance and sharpening their hunting knives with butter in anticipation of spring. But the plateau is also home to hunters who live all year round, chasing the one-horned bison as the seasons change, following them during the long winter months to the mountains of the southern Pai plateau, thousands of miles away, returning at the end of the winter to the northern foothills to prepare for the spring hunt, before entering the wilderness, where the hunters prepare for the hunt in the small towns on the edge of the wilderness, and the town of Yemen is The town of Yemen thrives in the spring as a result. It was in this context that the Yemen Town Chamber of Commerce Union began to hold frequent private auctions to obtain rare materials and goods from these hunters.

Perhaps it was the fact that we had a secret that no one else could share that brought Kiger and I closer together, and I think I may have become the bosom friend of a certain beautiful young woman who I could talk to about everything, with mixed feelings. Kiggy, on the other hand, was very interested in patiently looking at every item up for auction, from a piece of secret silver ore to a few magic herbs and even some offbeat alchemical materials, and was curious to see how much they cost. And he always likes to drag me along to discuss it. I didn't know anything about it, so I just grunted along with her, and she didn't get annoyed, but enjoyed it.

Katrina sat back and became a good girl, even looking at the auction room with her eyes averted, even when I gave her a sneaky little hand across the kiegra, causing her to blush and pull it away when I wasn't looking. I think the reason for the free auction was to raise enough coins for the people in the room before the auction started, and the items that could be sold from the free auction were really diverse and strange, and there was even a mysterious iron chest that was brought up for auction. Some sold their goods and returned to their seats with a joyful expression, while others, not having sold their goods, silently put them away in their arms and walked off the stage with a bitter smile on their faces.

When the auctioneer, Koro, once again emerged onto the stage with a long, thin iron poker in his hand, he stuck the poker into the charcoal pot and pinched the corner of the sheepskin scroll, slowly turning the poker to roll up the flaming sheepskin scroll. The scroll was held in a pair of iron pliers, and with his other hand he skillfully trapped it in a rope made from marabou grass, carried it in his hand and circled around the edge of the platform, showing the scroll to the audience for a closer look, saying as he walked along, "Look, everyone, this is a magic scroll that can be used again and again. The magic ink stored in this scroll can be kept burning for up to two days and nights, and because this scroll is made of magic antelope skin, which is known to have good fire resistance, this product can be used repeatedly if the magic markings are not damaged. Any carelessness can cause the magical ink to leave the original engraving and cause the spell to fail, so please be careful with the user."

With the famous appraisal aura of the fire gathering magic scroll, it could also be used repeatedly, which undoubtedly solved the biggest headache of the moment for the hunting team in the northern foothills wilderness, which was severely lacking in fuel in the spring, it was not possible for the team to chase sheep for days and nights without a mouthful of hot water or a bite of cooked food. In the past, teams of hunters have carried large quantities of rye cakes and semi-fermented sour cream, which are the most easily digestible foods to replenish strength in a hurry and do not need to be heated to be consumed. But now with such handy magic scrolls, it would make grassland hunting much easier.

I glanced at Kiger with some suspicion, just as she looked back at me.

The two of us were the most familiar with the scroll, but we didn't know that it could be put away and reused after use. The spell book didn't state that the fire gathering scroll had this effect. The glint in her eyes was clearly saying, "What the hell did you do, how could you change the properties of the scrolls?

But when she saw my odd expression, she also opened her mouth slightly and pointed at me with her eyes, not saying anything for half a day. The look on her face clearly showed that she had figured out that I didn't know the situation either and was in the middle of a moment. Sister Gogo had also seen our oddity, but instead of coming over to our side, she was whispering to Qiang Bach, who was muttering something. I couldn't help thinking sadly.

"This is the last item in this free auction, due to the large number of scrolls in this auction, we are auctioning the scrolls individually one by one! , below, the first Gathering Fire Magic Scroll, starting at 20 silver coins, now begins!" The auctioneer, Koro, stood in the middle of the square platform in his straight jacket, carrying the scroll in one hand and pointing his finger in the air with the other, his tone getting higher and higher.

It made me feel like I was a kid again, posting slogans, shouting slogans, college students standing on the stage in their mid-morning suits, giving impassioned speeches, and I sat in front of the TV not knowing what they were talking about, but envying them, especially when I heard that they lived in the city and could eat fresh noodles and eggs every day. But now that I see Koro wearing such period costumes, I have a feeling of nostalgia.

"Twenty."

"Twenty-one."

"Twenty-five silver."

At the start, the outburst of offers drowned everything out.

When the crowd realised that so many people had actually shouted out at the same time right from the start, they immediately realised that there were still so many people who wanted to buy that even if there were two dozen scrolls, it was unlikely that they would be auctioned for the basic price of twenty silver coins, so the first round of fierce scrambling began.

"Sixty-two silver!"

The minotaur warrior raised his mantled fist and shouted out in a jarring voice, the sound of which shook the dust from the ceiling and sent it falling past the glint of sunlight coming through the glass window of the patio, like smoke around the venue. He carried a man-sized whirlwind axe behind him and sat on a wooden chair in the stands as comically ridiculous as an adult on a small bench, and I don't think even the people sitting next to him would have dared to laugh at him, because the Minotaur's strength was absolutely proportional to his weight.

I thought this was going to be the highest price ever paid for the first scroll, and I was glad of it, and stretched out my fingers to estimate how much we would make this time, when a pale old orc shaman witch doctor with a short streamer in his drained hand stood up, and a silence fell around him as he said in a mute voice, half-smiling, "Seventy silver coins. "

There was silence.

Even Koro, the auctioneer, was too dumbfounded to know what to say until the orc shaman raised his eyes to Koro, who wiped his forehead in shock and said loudly, "Sold!"

After this deal of seventy silver was over, all the subsequent magic scrolls did not fall below this price. Finally, when there were very few scrolls left, there was a final climax in the auction room, and the last scroll was sold at a high price of ninety silver, which was close to the price of a normal scroll, knowing that normal magic scrolls only fluctuate in price from one gold coin. Many of them bought the scrolls not for use, but for research!

At this point, Sister Guo Guo also turned to me and asked, "So the scrolls can be used over and over again?"

Again I froze, speechless.

She nodded understandingly and said to me, "Come to your place tonight, I want to see it!"

I turned my head to look at Kiger, but Kiger was bright-eyed and looking at the azure sky outside the window on the ceiling patio, with no idea what was going through her mind.

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