- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 47
Chapter 47: There Really Are Fools These Days
Though Thor was envious, he ultimately held back from selling his silver armor. Unlike black iron armor, silver armor was different. A squire wearing silver armor could even stand toe-to-toe with a regular knight. Unless absolutely necessary, Thor had no plans to sell it. The one piece he brought was for emergencies, not for sale.
At the moment, he wasn’t short of gold coins and didn’t need to sell it.
As Thor contemplated, the excitement in the auction hall steadily rose.
After the silver armor was sold, the atmosphere intensified further with the appearance of life potions. The entire auction hall was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
“And now, we present the thirteenth item: ten bottles of low-tier life potions, with a starting bid of 1,000 gold coins and minimum increments of 10 gold coins,” the auctioneer announced.
At that moment, the hall erupted into a frenzy.
“1,500 gold coins!”
“1,600!”
“2,000 gold coins!”
“2,200 gold coins!”
In mere moments, the price shot up from 1,000 to 2,000 gold coins, with no signs of slowing down.
Listening to the bids, Thor couldn’t help but marvel at the wealth of the nobles and pioneering knights of the Northern Province.
In the Frostmoon Province, low-tier life potions were also expensive, but they rarely exceeded 200 gold coins per bottle. Here, the price had instantly surpassed that amount.
However, Thor had no intention of participating in this bidding war.
While life potions were important, they weren’t particularly valuable to him unless they were high-tier.
As the price neared 3,000 gold coins, the bids began to slow down.
The first set of life potions was sold for 3,110 gold coins.
The fourteenth item, another set of ten low-tier life potions, sold for 2,732 gold coins.
The fifteenth set fetched the highest price, closing at 3,510 gold coins.
Finally, it was time for the item Thor had been waiting for: the Thunderstone.
“Now, presenting the sixteenth item: a magical stone from the Thunder Abyss of the Aegean Sea, imbued with powerful thunder energy. It is one of the main materials used to craft magical crystal cannons and magitech devices. The starting bid is 1,000 gold coins, with minimum increments of 10 gold coins,” the auctioneer announced.
Several strong knights carried out a massive stone, standing half the height of a person, onto the platform.
The black stone crackled with arcs of electricity.
The air around it seemed to heat up as well.
“The Thunderstone!”
“It really is a Thunderstone.”
“My god, I can’t believe something like this would appear in the Northern Province.”
“Too bad I don’t have an alchemist. Otherwise, I’d have to get it.”
“Yeah, same here. No point if you can’t use it.”
The hall buzzed with exclamations and sighs.
The Thunderstone had many uses, but the problem was that most people didn’t have the means to make use of it. An alchemist was required, and as pioneering lords, none of them had one.
Amid the discussions, Raine’s voice echoed from Thor’s room.
“1,200 gold coins!”
The hall fell silent for a moment.
“1,200 gold coins. Any higher bids?” the auctioneer asked. “This is a magical stone from the Thunder Abyss, brimming with thunder energy. It is also one of the main materials for crafting magical crystal cannons.”
Yet no one responded.
Just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel in disappointment, another voice rang out.
“2,000 gold coins!”
The moment the voice spoke, Thor’s gaze shot toward a distant room.
Inside, a young man sat, looking back with a smirk. He even raised his glass of red wine in a mocking salute.
“2,500 gold coins,” Thor calmly announced without waiting for Raine.
“3,000 gold coins!” the young man countered.
“Lord of Dresrosa, if you wish, I can keep going,” the young man said with a condescending tone that grated on everyone’s nerves.
“5,000 gold coins!” Thor responded calmly. “My Dresrosa family doesn’t compare to some paupers. Even if it’s 10,000 gold coins, so what?”
The entire auction hall fell silent.
No one dared to make a sound.
The first-floor attendees could only breathe heavily.
On the second floor, several nobles watched with amusement, including some titled lords.
“Who are you calling a pauper!” the young man shouted angrily. “8,000 gold coins!”
He blurted out the words, but halfway through, his expression changed.
On the stage, the auctioneer smiled brightly and quickly began the final countdown.
“8,000 gold coins, going once!”
“8,000 gold coins, going twice!”
“8,000 gold coins, sold! Congratulations to the guest in Room 5 on winning the item.”
As the next item was introduced, Thor’s attention was already elsewhere, his brow slightly furrowed.
Even he hadn’t expected things to take such a turn.
The young man’s identity, indicated by his crest, was immediately recognizable to Thor. He belonged to the Emerson family from the Frostmoon Province, long-time rivals of the Dresrosa family. Unlike the Assad family, the Emerson family was a true enemy.
The moment the young man bid, Thor knew that acquiring the Thunderstone would come at a heavy price, something he didn’t want. So, he had decisively chosen to back out.
“Looks like someone just snatched your item,” Niel Morton remarked with a smirk.
“Some things are not so easily taken,” Thor said with a faint smile as he glanced at Raine.
“Raine, later, find out which territory this Emerson fool belongs to. I also want to know how many people he has,” Thor said with a calm yet chilling tone.
Whoever dared to steal from him would surely regret it.
Meanwhile, in the other room, the young man’s expression darkened.
He had only meant to raise the price a bit but hadn’t expected the item to fall into his lap for 8,000 gold coins.
And now, he didn’t even have 8,000 gold coins.
His father, Count Emerson, had only given him 8,000 gold coins for his pioneering efforts, but he had already spent nearly 2,000 on supplies and slaves. He barely had 6,000 left.
A knock sounded on the door.
The young man tensed up immediately.
“Sir Colin!” the servant called out with a smile.
“I, I…”
The young man stammered, unsure of what to say.
(End of Chapter)