Chapter 323 Sadness
No one made a bid, but there were constant conversations and arguments.
"A special weapon from ancient times, starting at one million Mora!" The mercenary in charge of the bidding loudly repeated what he had just said.
"One million Mora!" Harold raised the sign in his hand and shook it.
Hearing the familiar voice, confusion and surprise instantly spread among the merchants and mercenaries. The surrounding noise gradually disappeared, and the price raised by the caravan leader seemed to have settled everything.
The man's financial resources and connections were beyond their reach, and it would be extremely unwise to bid against him.
"One million Mora, deal!"
The presiding mercenary counted down rapidly, then sealed the deal.
Having experienced the daily life of Korean miners, Haroldt leaned back in his chair with his hands folded, and sighed in his heart.
The goods that followed were all some rare and bizarre artifacts, most of which were closely related to the Red King and sacrifices. Although the merchants and mercenaries were obsessed with that special weapon, as one item after another was brought to the auction table, their attention soon shifted to other rare things.
Harold was not very interested in these, but Kavi was attracted by the ancient and beautiful artworks and bought two to display at home.
After the last item was sold, the host announced that all those who had bid for the item could go backstage to collect the goods.
Harold and Kavi walked into the backstage as per the rules, and the mercenaries working there handed the packaged items to them.
Harold took a small paper bag, while Kavi held a vase in one hand, and he placed the mechanism component into one of the vases.
"Fortunately, this place is very close to Kawan Post, and senior can borrow the caravan's pack animals. Otherwise, it would cost a lot of money to hire someone to deliver them home." Harold said with a smile.
"It's not about money!" Kavi poked his head out from behind the vase and said happily, "Vases of this era are very rare. I have only seen them a few times in Xumi City. When I get home, I must build a separate display stand for them and keep them well."
"I wonder what Senior Elhaisen thinks when he sees these two vases." Harold said casually. He had already begun to imagine Elhaisen's harsh words in his mind.
"It's nothing more than words like 'occupying public space' and 'blocking my view'. Can't you just say less because we haven't seen each other for half a year?" Kavi's upturned lips flattened instantly. He felt like there were ten thousand Elhaisens chattering in his head.
"I don't know what the situation is like in Xumi City now..." Kavi muttered softly.
"Everything is normal, otherwise Senior Elhaisen would find a chance to contact us. He didn't say, so he didn't."
Although the two of them had already walked to Kavi's tent and there was no one else around, Harold still lowered his voice.
Harold: "The last time we were in touch was a few months ago."
I let Radu, the mouthpiece, tell me, "You can bargain after you come back." Then there was no more news. Hmm... looks like I'll have a tough battle to fight when I return.
Harold said in his heart.
"...I hope I won't find a mess when I get home." Kavi said as he squatted down and carefully placed the two vases in the tent.
Harold: "I believe the housekeeper I hired will take care of everything. Senior, just pack the vase and give it to our chief clerk tomorrow. He is very good at handling these fragile items."
Kavi nodded: "Well, okay, I'll have to trouble him."
"If it goes fast, we can reach Kawan Station this week. Dolly will be there to greet her caravan in person. We can use the anchor point to teleport directly to Senior Elhaisen's study. Hmm... if he happens to be reading there, he will probably be shocked."
Harold said with a smile as he tore open the weapon's packaging.
Kavi imagined the scene and raised the corners of his mouth: "Harold, don't tell him we are coming back yet!"
"Of course." Harold nodded. He had already torn open the paper packaging, and the revolver-shaped weapon appeared completely in front of the two of them. The revolver wheel was covered with ancient characters, which looked extremely mysterious.
"It's more refined when you look at it up close." Kavi's eyes were completely attracted by it, and his scholar's curiosity made him instinctively want to understand this unknown mechanical structure.
Harold did not reply. The moment he actually came into contact with the gun, he felt a force piercing his brain.
His eyes went dark, but he saw a mysterious shadow in the hazy state. At the same time, shouts, heroic shouts full of grief and indignation, echoed in his ears, and the characters on the wheel emitted a faint blue light, like the sound of drums accompanying the charge horn.
"Harold?!" Kavi realized something was wrong and shouted anxiously.
Seeing Harold's lips tightly pursed and his eyes out of focus, as if covered by a layer of black veil, he seemed to have lost all life in an instant and turned into a stone sculpture.
"Harold?! What's wrong with you?! Just hold on... I'll go get someone over here!!"
Kavi's voice trembled a little, and his eyes kept moving between the gun and Harold's face, but he still didn't dare to shoot the weapon rashly. He was worried that it had already merged with Harold's soul. The only way he could think of was to find Candice, who was a pure heir of the Red Prince and might know how to help Harold out of trouble.
Just as he turned to leave, a hand grasped his arm.
"I'm fine." Harold wiped his forehead with the hand holding the gun. "I saw something of the past. Perhaps it was because the Red King was too obsessed when he made this weapon."
"I'd better ask Miss Candice to come and take a look..." Kavi was still worried about the condition of his junior.
"It's really okay," Harold smiled indifferently, "I assessed the danger before touching it, but I didn't expect that a mere thought without any malicious intent would pull me into a fantasy world. The power of God is indeed frightening."
"Ah? What did you just see?" Kavi was skeptical. Harold's two decisive rejections made him suspect that Harold was controlled by something. He still felt that he should ask Candice to take a look.
"It should be the Red King, the Red King who wants to start a war that will change the world order."
Harold answered, opening the revolver, feeling the five bullets on it, and muttering softly,
"Other mercenaries didn't have such a strong reaction when they touched it. It seems that my guess was right. I can really use this gun."
The plan to resell the Traveler for 500 Moras was declared bankrupt. Really, I was thinking of making a profit of 4 million with tears and blood.