The acquisition of the house in the capital concludes without issues. Only the wealthiest rankers can afford a home in this location, the intermediary could only regard Lawrence with newfound respect after he purchased it in cash.
He does his job correctly and all information about his client is kept under strict secrecy, nobody should be able to know who the buyer of that house is.
“This took longer than I thought…”
Inside his new home, Lawrence leans against a wall and ponders.
“The next auction will take place in less than two weeks, the capital will be too agitated for my liking. I will have to stop here. When the city returns to normal, it won't be too late to contact them.”
His main task was to buy a house and not have to depend on portals to enter the capital, but this was not his only task. Unfortunately, time only allowed for this, the good thing is that this matter can be postponed, there is no rush.
“To avoid the incident from last time, new clothes eh… What a nuisance.”
Before the day ends, Lawrence acquires an elegant suit to wear at the auction.
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The Violet Twilight auction house once again becomes the center of attention.
As the date approaches, more people roam the capital in the relentless pursuit of a predestined meeting, of some expert who might notice them and change their lives. The vast majority will not attend the auction, they merely try to benefit from the circumstances surrounding it.
But these people should not be underestimated because, in the capital, the standard of rankers is different. They may only be passersby here, but their levels are incredibly high.
“We do not know what will happen outside, but as long as you create a Dimensional Rift, we will be there right away. Unlike before, it no longer connects two fixed points, you can escape at any moment even without our help.”
Serene Will explains that he now possesses his own personal dimension, which he can use as a stepping stone to go wherever he wishes, no longer restricted by the previous rules of the Dimensional Rift, where the point he transported from was the same one he returned to.
“I know, but I still want to leave a trail before disappearing.”
They assume that after the auction, someone will follow him, it's better to act assuming something will happen than not to be prepared for the worst-case scenario.
Lawrence walks towards the stationary door and after passing through it, appears in his new home in the capital of the Heavenly Path Kingdom.
He gets on a carriage, but as expected, from a certain street onward, the crowd blocks the way, and he has no choice but to get off. Only he knows what it feels like to be a level 500 making his way among rankers of level 700, inside the city, crimes are penalized, but this does not mean that minor occurrences don’t happen.
As he advances, he can hear the clamor of the people each time a ranker arrives at the Violet Twilight auction house. Not only that, occasionally important characters arrive hiding their level, and many try to see through them. Although low-level hunters also appear, a closer look would reveal that the magic artifacts on their body are enough to challenge the difference in levels. They are not in danger, they are the danger.
At some point, Lawrence manages to get close enough to the guards, and his first action is to reveal his appearance.
“Eh? God… Look at that.”
“There must be at least a million gold in his suit alone.”
Only a few meters remain, and the guards have noticed his presence, the problem arises when people do not let him advance.
“Esteemed ranker, please assess my talent, I am sure you will be surprised!”
“I have been uncovering the nature of the sword for hundreds of years, if you take me under your care, only a few resources will suffice to achieve my advancement.”
They would be blind if they could not see the hidden motives behind Lawrence’s actions. Revealing his identity just before the guards? Who could it be? It's obvious that this guy, despite his low level, must have an incredible background!
‘Tsk, I wanted to avoid being despised like last time, but this time the opposite happens.’
He does not possess an outstanding talent to keep people away from him and make his presence known to the world, his compressed level allows him to fight against the level difference, but he remains a user of sacred magic, which is weak in attack!
He was about to ask the guards for help when a pressure arises out of nowhere and pushes back all these people, all except for Lawrence. Flying is prohibited inside the city, yet a man falls from the sky and stands in front of him.
Lawrence clenches his fists, recognizing this man.
“Misty Plain.”
“I see you still remember me, Lawrence.”
Misty Plain, one of the guards of the Violet Twilight auction house. How could he forget? He is the user of dark magic who was about to kill him the first time he set foot in the auction house, all because of that damned receptionist.
“What are you doing here?”
Lawrence contains his rage, but despite this, some of his true thoughts slip through his voice. Misty Plain looks him in the eyes for a moment, then responds without any emotion.
“Demontre Sagul sent me.”
“Him? Did he know this would happen?”
He looks around at the people and they all lower their heads. They had the courage to stop Lawrence because of his low level, but not now that Misty Plain, whose level and status could easily cost them their lives if they step out of line, has arrived.
“It happens more often than you think, although in your case…”
Weren't you hiding your true level? Lawrence quickly understands his gaze and to avoid any suspicion, snorts and heads towards the guards. After verifying his identity, he leaves behind the man who once tried to kill him.
Misty Plain remains in the same place for a few seconds looking at Lawrence's back, then sighs, he will not say anything about what happened to avoid aggravating this grudge. Although he knows it will serve little purpose when that man does not seem willing to forget what happened.
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Lawrence advances through the red carpet and listens to the acclamations of the crowd. Some directed towards him, but mostly towards the rest of the participants. Elsewhere, auctions might be a minor event, but not in the capital. Not when the items auctioned can attract the attention of rankers above level 900.
All tension lessens after being under the shelter of the Violet Twilight auction house, suddenly all the shouts from the public disappear, and only the murmur of the guests can be heard.
Again and again, he must prove his identity, until he reaches the very room he once entered.
Upon opening its doors, dozens of eyes turn towards his position. Their owners, the item owners. Those who can obtain or produce items frequently to be auctioned, only they can enter this place.
And among them is Lawrence, the intermediary of the pill refiner Bearer of Light.
“Mr. Lawrence, you are a very mysterious man. Despite the fame of your pill refiner, there were no news of you.”
One thing was the impression they had that day when the fertility pill was auctioned, another was watching how the fame of Bearer of Light rose in the following days, but by that time no one could contact Lawrence. Just as he appeared, he disappeared.
No one would believe that the man before them works as a dao protector in a brothel.
“Those who bought your pill have testified to the results. As an additional note, all used elixirs to multiply its range of effectiveness to level 900, they must be very pleased with their purchase.”
Lawrence and his refiner still do not belong to any faction within the auction house, business always has competition, and being allied with a pill refiner is good news, because of this each of them approached him to engage in a pleasant conversation and try to attract them to their lord's side.
After thinking about this, he looks into the distance and observes the leaders of these factions.
‘An elder and a lizard woman…’
Two unfamiliar faces appeared in addition to those he already knew, to the right is the seven-tailed fox woman, Eminent Greed. While to the left stands a lion man, dressed formally and with many rings on his fingers, Ephemeral Principle.
Lawrence uses the company of the lesser owners to obtain answers about their identities and manages to get some information about them.
Reigning Myrias, a lizard woman who wears loose clothing and many necklaces around her neck. Contrary to what might be expected, her appearance is not intimidating, and she leaves behind the impression of a businesswoman.
She trades in slaves, whether humanoid or demonic beasts. There is no such thing as slavery magic, but there are magic artifacts that harm their bearer if they disobey their master. The case of the demonic beasts is very exceptional, as these are born with an ingrained hatred for humans, then, how is it possible to tame such beasts?
What Reigning Myrias does is crossbreed them with demonic beasts that, more than hatred, feel fear of humans. There are such beasts that flee at the presence of humans, and she takes advantage of this, thus obtaining the closest thing to domesticated demonic beasts. But easier said than done, because of this she has earned a position in this place.
Gate of Torment, an elder with white hair and beard, not only that, he dresses entirely in white. His eyes are blue, and the top of his head is bald.
He is the rarity of an auction house, because he does not harvest his items from the earth nor does he have specialists who create them with their hands, he trades unique items, items that cannot be replicated.
“A heavenly treasure?!”
“Yes, I was also surprised. I would have liked to be there that day…”
In his best moment, he brought a heavenly treasure to auction, that day blood rained among the participants all wanting to make the item their own, even at the cost of indebting themselves to the neck. Since then, the Violet Twilight auction house holds him in high esteem, even when there are seasons when he brings no item.
Either that elder has someone incredible supporting him or his level is incredibly high. The fact is, no one wants to make him an enemy, including Lawrence.
“Attention everyone, we will begin the auction!”
The auctioneer on this occasion is a beautiful woman with long flame-red hair, a ranker of level 899.
The auction starts and with it the bidding for the items, but as it is the beginning, there is no such thing as something that attracts the attention of those present in this room, everyone continues conversing among themselves as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
The same happens around Lawrence, except that the topic of conversation changes after the atmosphere has been established.
“Mr. Lawrence, in accordance with what we discussed last time. My lord is willing to pay a high sum if Bearer of Light agrees to refine this pill recipe.”
One of the item owners hands Lawrence a storage ring.
“Of course, this comes along with all the necessary materials if your pill refiner considers that this pill recipe catches their attention.”
By themselves one after another they approached him seeking the opportunity for a master refiner to make their long-awaited pill recipe a reality. Lawrence could hardly contain his smile as different recipes came into his hands without him doing anything.
“Remember, I'm just an intermediary, the final word will be up to my refiner.”
“We know, as long as you convey our words, we will be happy.”
His warning did not stop these big shots from handing over expensive materials and pill recipes protected by their families for generations. All hoping to be the chosen one of a meticulous refiner.
It is then that a man approaches him.
“Lawrence…”
The one he represents is none other than Ephemeral Principle, the leader of his faction.
