Hotel staff and security were paid off to let the killer access the suite Kent, and his ladies were supposed to be in that night after the auction.
It was an easy move on their part, considering Kent’s team was the weakest in this regard.
However, when the day broke and none of their teams returned to report, questions started popping up.
The Millers, the Faywoods, the Fyad, and everyone who tried to take advantage of the situation to steal ore from Kent were now asking their spies and informants questions.
Of course, they couldn’t make these questions public, considering they shouldn’t have been asking them in the first place.
They tried to steal from someone who won the bid fair and square, so why resort to underhanded means to take from him?
But as the minutes passed and their Root Great Sages and Root Transcendents didn’t return, their frustration started to mount.
Then, as the time for the second day of the auction approached, many started arriving at the auction house.
That was when a certain golden carriage pulled up, and a purple-haired brat stepped out, helping the ladies alight as well.
Then they moved inside and went straight to VIP Room 13 under the intense gaze of hundreds of people. Some were admirers, while others were those who lost more than they bargained for the night before.
Kent just entered the auction house like it was a normal Tuesday. In fact, if one looked closely, they would see a smirk on the corner of his lips, showing he didn’t care about them anymore.
They came after him, and now, aside from obtaining ore that would perhaps help him create a Transcendent-level battle doll, he also had bodies that, if mixed with some powerful monster remains and another resource, could yield more Transcendent-level undead warriors.
One had to give it to him—with or without the universe’s help, Kent’s luck was very contagious.
He had made a good haul, and on top of that, he had gained the trust of three more beauties, who now regarded him as if he were some kind of god.
“They are going to explode,” said Saintess Val, who had now gained Kent’s trust and become his servant, finally reverting back to her extroverted yet rude self again.
“They can explode for all I care. Where I’m from, when you gift someone something, you can’t take it back anymore,” Kent smiled, now resting his head on Selene’s chest.
The three ladies had been introduced to all of his companions, and after 10 hours of being shocked beyond their understanding, they now seemed okay watching him get intimate with the others around them.
“What are you going to do with the bodies, anyway?” asked Gate Master Mara, who had insisted Kent call her Big Sister Mara.
“You’ll see soon enough. For now, I have to focus on the auction, and under no circumstances should any of you fear them.
I know they’re dangerous, but they’ve also lost many powerful warriors, so they’ll be scared of us now.
Plus, you all know today things will be different, so let’s pay more attention to the items being auctioned.”
The ladies nodded, understanding his reasoning and plan. Indeed, now that the warriors they sent after Kent wouldn’t return, they could only seeth in silence and fear him at the same time.
They would think twice before coming after him again.
But that didn’t mean they still didn’t hate him. In fact, if one were to look at the expressions on their faces, they would see the shock written all over them.
As for the two neighbors, the Millers and the Faywoods, they were staring at Kent and his ladies with their anger visible on their faces.
They were all pissed but also scared.
They knew they weren’t the only ones seething, but they also didn’t want to do anything stupid. If dozens were dead, it meant someone or something was at play here.
So they decided to stay away from him and his ladies for the remaining two days of the auction. The rising star of the Divine Palace sect was no simple person; they had just learned that the hard way.
If, in the future, another chance presents itself, they will do everything in their power to kill him.
A couple of minutes after Kent and his ladies arrived, Alina walked onto the stage with a smile on her face.
The ladies beside Kent knew why she was so cheerful. Alina had been called into the tower after Kent dealt with the assassins.
She was introduced as his lady, and when everything was done, Kent took her away to reward her for doing a good job as an auctioneer.
So, watching her smile happily as she climbed the stage, they knew exactly why.
Kent just smirked and chose not to bask in his glory today. If three hours of intense sex could make her this happy, then he was happy to help.
“Welcome, everyone, to the second day of the annual auction. I hope your nights were as good as we expected,” Alina said, greeting those feeling enthusiastic about the second day of the auction.
Of course, the teasing in her statement was like a hot iron pressed against some people’s faces.
She was being petty, and Kent, who had planned to spend the night with her again, now decided to make sure she passed out and would be late for her last day.
The lady made sure to rub salt in the wounds of those who hadn’t had a good night’s sleep because of their life choices.
“Well, I had a great night, so why don’t we get the second day of the auction started?” She looked around the hall.
“The same rules still apply, so let’s do well to observe them.” She returned her gaze to the mechanized table that had appeared, holding the next item.
“For our first item, we have a Heaven-grade spell that utilizes the power of lightning. It can be cast using any spell circle, provided you have the energy to harness a Heaven-grade spell.”
“Bidding is set at 500,000 spirit stones, with a minimum increment of 10,000.”
“The bidding starts now.”
Just like that, the second day began with a Heaven-grade spell, and the bidding erupted into a frenzy.