74. The Scorching Bow (below)

At that moment, however, he heard Korro, the orc auctioneer in the centre of the square platform, say, "In the auction house, all bids from all persons are valid, this is the system set by the Union of Chambers, Lord Don Falaxus."

The voice on the roof of the shed grunted coldly and simply said, "Short-sighted devils who want money and don't want life, how dare you take the gold coins of the Lion and Tiger people!"

But after a long while, surprisingly, no further sound was uttered. The auctioneer, Koro, had a somewhat difficult expression at this time, seeing that the presence of the Lion and Tiger in the auction room had aroused the discontent of all the beastly werewolves in the venue, but could only continue with a stiff upper lip, "Thirty gold valid, Lord Bifron's thirty gold valid, any more bids?"

Up until this moment, Viru, who was sitting beside Strongbach, had not even opened his mouth to bid, but his eyes were fixed on the scorching bow and he did not leave it for a moment. I think Viru is a very good bowhunter because he has an extraordinary patience and patience, like a hunter lurking in the darkness, looking for the last moment to strike the final blow, a natural killer like Viru, who makes me feel the cold from my bones, even if he always likes to wrap himself and his leather armour with a cloth belt, looking like a mummy from afar, I think He was doing it to be cool.

Yesterday at dinner, I heard old Kulu tell me that magic equipment was very expensive on the orc tribe side, and that once an excellent-quality single strength Green Warrior Short Declaring Axe went for 30 gold, and now this higher-grade, refined-grade Blue Warrior Scorching Bow only went for 30 gold, which made it seem like a weak follow-up. I suddenly thought of Kurtz and wondered how he would feel about the Scorching Bow as he had always loved bow weapons.

A little curious, I asked Kurtz, "Aziz, don't you like that bow? How come you don't look enthusiastic at all, you look so disinterested!"

Kurtz heard me call out to him before he pulled his eyes back and grinned widely, "Ja, don't let greed blind you, there are so many good bows under the sun, I can't just want a good one when I see one!"

Sometimes I really admire Kurtz's open-mindedness, just as rugged as his persona, but always searching for some philosophy of survival.

Once again, the auction room was filled with a different kind of warrior, an orc werewolf warrior sitting in the front row of the stand opposite stood up and said loudly, "Forty gold."

The werewolf warrior, dressed in red fire lizard leather armour with a shield made of a huge tortoise shell on his back and a runic longsword hanging from his waist, was actually a shield warrior, but looking at his magnificent outfit, it was clear that he was also a rich fellow.

"Oh, so it's Pan. Lord Delight! It seems that Lord Delet is also very keen on the quality of this scorching bow. The auctioneer, Koro, was clearly intent on promoting the werewolf warrior, Dellet, by giving out his name in an attempt to deter the others in the room, which was against the professional ethics of the auctioneer, but I suppose there's no ethics in a private auction like this.

The young wolf of the War Wolf clan beside the old shaman, Charuk, finally withdrew his gaze and sat quietly beside Charuk, not looking at the scorching bow any more, with a faint hint of fire in his flat expression, but refusing to bid any more. When the lion-tiger warrior Bifron saw the warrior De Laet, the pupils of his yellow eyes contracted sharply and the next moment he strode towards the exit of the auction hall without looking back, and before anyone could react, he was out the door.

De Laet looked like he had no intention of chasing after the lion-tiger, Bifron, but stood proudly on the stand with his face tilted up, waiting for the auctioneer, Koro, to announce that he had won the Scorching Bow.

"Fifty-five gold."

At this point a plaintive voice rang out from my side, not too loud, but loud enough for auctioneer Koro to make it clear that Koro was just about to open his mouth to finalise the sale of the Scorching Bow to Delet, when he heard the figure being quoted in broken orcish and was stunned, and the next moment looked at Delet, the werewolf warrior standing slightly out of place on the other side of the stand.

"Ah! A human friend has bid fifty-five gold."

Once again, there was a murmur in the auction room, "Wow, a human warrior, looks like a bowman."

"Will Lord DeLaet's temper kill him on the spot?"

"No! Lord DeLaet is a lieutenant of the Yemeni fortress, and now that the Council of Elders and the Grimm Empire are at peace, a skirmish could get us court-martialled!"

"How could we have eaten ground potatoes all winter last year if it wasn't for those damned human traders, those damned cunning ..."

Voices rushed into my eardrums like a tidal wave, and at this moment I knew that my place had become the focus of another part of the auction house.

"Fifty-six gold." The veins on the forehead of the orc warrior Delet had jumped up, his eyes like ferocious beasts glaring through the layers of obstruction at Viru's face hidden under the bandages, but Viru was not moved in the least.

Velu continued to offer, "Sixty gold."

Suddenly I had a strong feeling that Velu had the aura of a bow and arrow, like a strong bow with a sharp arrow drawn and pointed at the opposite side of Delet in the auction room. The invisible bow was getting tighter and tighter, and the momentum was getting stronger and stronger, so much so that I would have given myself the strongest hint that I would have taken this blue bow even if the price had been raised to 100 gold.

Drops of sweat flowed down Deleter's cheeks like a clear stream. I even felt a little sympathy for Delet, wondering how much pressure he was under, physically and mentally, to meet Viru's sharpness head-on, just watching his face turn from white to red, and then from red to white, and I felt that he even wanted to take the shield behind him to make himself feel more secure, but out of his orcish werewolf pride he clenched his fists tightly and tensed up like a hard rock in a hurricane. A hard rock.

Was this the new ability that only a warrior of infinite proximity to the tenth rank would possess? I thought of what old Kulu had said to me the other day, that Breguet, the peak ninth level warrior leader of the Prosperity Adventure Group, already had the "shield wall" momentum, and now I saw a new momentum in Viru, a kind of unrelenting frontier momentum. "Hmph!" De Laet grunted coldly, using the timbre of this grunt to resist the force of Viru's arrows, so that anyone could see that De Laet was slightly inferior.

After making his voice heard, De Laet did not bid, nor did he sit back in his chair, but turned and strode towards the entrance of the auction hall, looking eager to find out which one of the Lion and Tiger Bifrons was in trouble. Just as De Laet disappeared, auctioneer Koro finally announced: "Sixty gold. Sixty gold! This warrior from the human kingdom has successfully bid for this scorching bow, please come to the stage to trade."

I had always thought that the leader of the Windchaser Adventurers, Viru, had been waving an ironwood bow in front of me and Kurtz's eyes all day, hoping that one day he would fall off his horse and die, and then we would pass by and pick up his long-coveted ironwood bow, but now it seemed that the ironwood bow, which was said to have been enhanced with properties, was a dud itself, and I had never expected Viru to be so generous. According to Gogo, a three-bedroom house with a penthouse in Shrovetown only costs a few dozen gold coins. I didn't expect that a blue-quality bow would cost Viru so much gold coins.

When I saw Viru walking up to the stage with a heavy money bag in his hand and no expression on his face, I took advantage of his deal with Koro and imagined Viru's stinky face when he received the scorching bow, and turned my head to spit out to Sister Gogo, "Sister, your lord leader is really rich!"

"What do children know? Stay away!" Sister Gogo pushed away my arm on her shoulder and gave me a blank look without good grace. I thought you wanted to get some bargains at the free auction, but you didn't see any of those things."

"I told you I wanted to sell the crossbow! Kig wanted to sell her little maid a weapon she could use, and we're all going to be hunting in the wilderness. We're going to be hunting in the wilderness, right?" I explained as my ears were tugged and my head was pulled into her arms, lying on her warm lap and pleading with her.

She nodded at my head and begged me again, "Can't you just stay in the merchant group? When I return from this wilderness hunt and rendezvous at Gurudin Town, Sister will take you back to El City!"

"Sis, I've promised my teacher, and I've also spoken to Aziz. I'll take care of myself, and besides I'm not alone."

"If you were alone, I wouldn't be too worried." Sister Gogo sighed and finally gave up the idea of persuading me to stay in the caravan.

When Viru came back from the stage, I struggled to get up from Gogo's arms and wanted to see the blue-quality scorching bow, but Viru had already wrapped the scorching bow in cloth again and had no intention of letting us see it. What's the difference between looking at it and not looking at it? Why do you always have a dead face?

I smoothed out my hair and sat up to talk to Kiger about changing seats, sitting next to a woman who was overwhelmed by love and who always acted like an older sister was easy to ravage, so it was better to get away. But Kiger laughed at my request and sarcastically said, "What, you want to hug the right and the left?"

I immediately dismissed the idea and didn't want to talk to her anymore. I said to myself, "Sister, how dare you?

I couldn't understand how the girl who was so quiet like the little girl next door had unwittingly turned into such a sensual and spirited girl, or was she hiding her true nature from the start? She always looked at me with her long, fox-like eyes, smiling and laughing, like a fox with a piece of fat in its mouth looking at a miserable crow.

I said to myself, "Don't you dare smile any harder.

Katrina always cowered in her own little world at this time, like an ostrich with its head in the sand. I don't even have the courage to look at me. I say I'll admit it if we really have something, but it doesn't make any sense to take the blame!

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