Under the yellow sand of the Kentia Desert, there were ruins that couldn't be counted in historical documents. Countless treasures were hidden in the darkness and never saw the light of day.
There were two kinds of people who ventured into the desert for profit. One was the merchants who bought low and sold high, and the other was the adventurers who panned for gold.
The former carried carts of goods to the oasis to sell at a high price, and then bought antiques or local specialties at a low price and returned to sell them, making a high profit.
The latter organized small teams to explore the dangerous desert, hoping to unearth relics full of treasures or pick up scraps on Vulture Street.
Whether it was the former's large team or the latter's small team, they not only had to face the potential dangers of the desert, but also the threat of desert bandits. If they were not careful, they would lose their lives.
However, money was something that people who were not afraid of death would always chase after like a flock of bees.
The people on Vulture Street were basically outsiders. There were merchants, gold seekers, and even travelers who wanted to try their luck.
At this time, on the stage that looked like an auction stage, the old man in a robe called Zerath continued to evaluate the pot and finally came to a conclusion: it was a high-quality imitation!
The wheat-colored woman with short sleeves and hot pants who didn't seem to be afraid of the scorching sun seemed to be the host. When she heard the old man's conclusion, she immediately looked at the middle-aged man with regret.
"Sir, your family heirloom is not a treasure. According to the agreement, whether you are satisfied with the appraisal result or not, you have to pay Master Zerath an appraisal fee of 500,000 rings."
The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly and said in despair, "I don't have that much money."
"Master Zerath just said that although your pot is a fake, the high-quality imitation technique is very unique. If you sell it, it will be worth at least one million rings. You can take advantage of the crowd and auction the pot on the spot. As long as the price exceeds one million, you will not only pay the appraisal fee, but also get 500,000 rings."
The wheat-colored woman showed a sunny smile.
The middle-aged man's spirit seemed to have been sucked away. When he heard the wheat-colored woman's suggestion, there was no room to refuse. Moreover, 500,000 rings was a lot, so he agreed to auction the pot on the spot.
Seeing that the middle-aged man agreed, an imperceptible joy flashed in the depths of the wheat-colored woman's eyes. She said to the crowd below the stage, "Everyone has seen it. Although this Pot of Strong Desire is a fake, Master Zerath still gave a good evaluation, which proves that it has a certain value."
"With the consent of the original owner, the Pot of Strong Desire will now be auctioned. The starting price is 500,000 rings, and the bidding price cannot be less than 10,000 rings. The highest bidder wins!"
The wheat-colored woman's voice was very loud, but it wasn't harsh. She didn't need a microphone or any other auxiliary equipment. Everyone present could hear her clearly.
As soon as the wheat-colored woman's voice fell, the guests in the audience whispered, but no one bid. After all, it was a fake. Even if Azeroth's evaluation wasn't bad, it still greatly reduced its value.
After a while, someone finally raised his hand and shouted, "510,000!"
The wheat-colored woman quickly glanced at that person and shouted, "This gentleman has bid 510,000. Is there anyone willing to follow?"
After confirming twice in a row, someone in the crowd shouted a price of 520,000 rings. The interval between the two bids was a little long, showing the hesitation of the bidder.
When the middle-aged man saw the cold reaction from the audience, he suddenly panicked. The pot, which was regarded as a family heirloom, was actually a fake. If that was the case, it would be fine. However, Master Zerath had at least given a price of one million. If he sold it successfully and paid the appraisal fee, he would still have five hundred thousand left.
However, now the enthusiasm of the bidding was so low that the middle-aged man began to panic.
After that, some people bid sporadically, and a few minutes later, the price was raised to 600,000.
In the crowd below the stage, Law was like a calm bystander, observing the people on the stage and the guests who bid. He always felt that something was wrong.
He pulled an uncle next to him and pretended to be a novice who didn't know anything about the world. He asked, "Uncle, who is Master Zerath? He seems to be very powerful and famous. "
The uncle looked at Law with a contemptuous look on his face and said, "Kid, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to broaden my horizons!" Law blinked and looked as cute as a purple pig.
The uncle said impatiently, "Master Zerath is a well-known top appraiser in the three oasis countries. There is nothing that he can't identify, but the appraisal fee is very expensive."
"This is a place for adults to play. It's not suitable for a kid like you. Get out of here."
At this time, the pot of strong desire was shouted at the price of 650,000, and it has been confirmed for the second time. In another second, as long as the wheat-colored woman confirms for the third time, the pot will be sold at the price of 650,000.
On the other hand, the person who bid before didn't seem to be in the mood to continue to bid.
Law saw that the pot of strong desire was about to be sold. Under the shocked gaze of the uncle, he hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "1 million!"
Jumping from 650,000 to 1 million suddenly attracted the attention of the guests present. Many people here are not short of such a little money. They just want to see who is so rich that they are willing to spend money to buy a fake.
The uncle who just taught Law a lesson and told Law to get out of here was so shocked that he stepped back several steps. He stared at Law with a look of "What's wrong with the world". He only felt that the slap he had just sent out had landed on his face.
Law ignored the uncle and ignored the surprised eyes around him and looked towards the stage.
Master Zerath sat in a chair and ignored the auction. The wheat-colored woman in charge of the auction looked at Law deeply, and the middle-aged man who owned the pot of strong desire was excited.
If Law didn't bid, the final price might be set at 650,000, but when Law shouted, it was hard to see if the person who bid 650,000 would follow.
For this fake, the price was directly raised to 1 million, which was incomprehensible in the eyes of others.
The pot of strong desire was entwined with thoughts, which was why Law was determined to get it. Therefore, even if it was 10 million, he would take it.
The factor that ordinary people can't see is the reason why they don't understand.
Moreover, according to Law's experience with antiques, any antique with thoughts entwined in it has a high probability of being genuine, and whether the conclusion of Master Zerath is true or false has yet to be verified.
It's a pity that only by touching the object with one's own hands can the white smoke font give an accurate evaluation, including the price.
After shouting the price, Law has been watching the reaction of the wheat-colored woman. Seeing that the other party moved her gaze quickly and then took it back, Law suddenly understood.
If the Pot of Strong Desire was the real deal, then the drama on the auction stage would be intriguing.
The person who gave the price of 650,000 before raised the price again to 1.01 million.
Law didn't follow the price immediately, but looked at the wheat-colored woman's eyes and showed a meaningful smile.
The wheat-colored woman was slightly stunned. Her psychological quality had been trained to break through the sky, but she didn't know why she felt uneasy.
There was an illusion that she was going to be smashed.
She suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her heart and smiled at Law: "Sir, do you want to continue?"
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