Chapter 1520: The Seller’s Choice
I was pushed to my limit. As the saying goes, a man fights for his honor, while Buddha fights for incense. That Lich had mocked me time and time again. I had initially intended to let it be, but now, we had to settle this.
“What is that?!” The moment I produced the bone, all the Undead felt a chill, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They were supposed to be the embodiment of fear, and they hadn’t felt the cold since they died.
This was a suppression from a higher echelon, an instinctive reaction. Even though the owner of this bone had been dead for a long time, leaving only a scorched remnant, the aura of the higher being still suppressed the surrounding Undead.
Even the bar staff were alerted and looked in my direction. The Lich’s skeletal mouth widened, its jaw hanging open.
“This, this is…” The Appraiser cautiously looked at the scorched half of the bone in my hand. He reached out and tentatively touched it, then immediately withdrew his hand. He took a deep breath before rendering his judgment: “This is a God’s Child Bone.”
“What?!” A group of Undead exclaimed, thinking they had misheard. A God’s Child Bone, didn’t that mean she had killed a Demigod?
Seeing their astonishment, I thought, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a Demigod. I’ve already killed two, and I actually have Demigod blood too.”
Last time I intruded into the Painted World of the Old Day Imprinter, I saw them sacrificing living people for blood. I had collected some of the blood of the children of the Outer Gods.
Although I gave most of it to Lavias, I kept some for myself. But there was no need to show it off to them. If it weren’t for the Lich provoking me, I wouldn’t have taken out the God’s Child Bone at all.
As for the use of a God’s Child Bone, let’s just say that the legend of God using a rib bone of Adam to create Eve is enough to illustrate its value.
While, to be honest, this Spirit Snail wasn’t worth a God’s Child Bone, it seemed useless in my hands, so I decided to trade it. After all, I had even given the equally precious Demigod blood to Lavias for free.
The Appraiser seemed about to say something else when he suddenly froze, as if receiving an order. He stared at the sky for a moment before returning to normal and bowing to me. “Esteemed guest, we are willing to trade the Cage Grass Spirit Snail for your God’s Child Bone.”
“Wait!” The Lich only reacted at this moment and shouted loudly. Everyone looked at it in surprise. Was it going to bid higher?
“What’s wrong? The Seller has already agreed to choose my God’s Child Bone. Do you have anything else to say? Are you going to fulfill your promise and give me your bones to make soup?” I asked.
The Lich’s eyes, containing will-o’-the-wisps, flickered with anger. It couldn’t offer anything more valuable, but it couldn’t swallow its pride. So, it said, “Where did you get the God’s Child Bone? Did you kill a Demigod? Perhaps an angry deity will pursue you through the God’s Child Bone? Do you want to implicate us in Divine Punishment?”
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Undead turned unnatural. Such incidents were not unheard of. There had been cases where the entire village of someone who killed a Demigod was cursed, and strong individuals hunting Demigods were struck down by Divine Punishment.
The Lich’s words were clearly an attempt to frighten the bar into not trading for the God’s Child Bone by spreading fear. In fact, it was somewhat effective, and the Appraiser clearly hesitated.
“What? A Demigod and I are good friends. He gave me the bone left over after his Heavenly Fire trial. Is that not allowed?” I fabricated a story on the spot.
Upon hearing this, the ghosts felt it made sense. This girl didn’t seem like someone who could defeat a Demigod. If a Demigod underwent the Heavenly Fire trial and was reborn in flames, it was plausible that the remaining bone would be given to someone else, which also coincided with the bone being scorched.
They just needed a reason to convince themselves. I didn’t believe the organizers would watch a God’s Child Bone appear at their Trade Fair and let it slip away. Even with a slight risk, they wouldn’t easily let it go.
Moreover, I was actually certain that this half-bone was absolutely safe. Not to mention that Beelzebub had gnawed on it, even the Demigod himself had been a deformed child before death and had long been abandoned by the gods. When we killed it, no god reacted at all.
As expected, after the Appraiser received another order from his superior, he announced loudly, “The Seller has agreed to exchange the God’s Child Bone for the Spirit Snail. We ask all guests not to engage in unnecessary disputes or conflicts. This is merely a normal bidding process.”
“Tch! You remember me!” The Lich uttered a threatening remark and floated away. I was utterly bewildered. What did I do to you? I didn’t even get the item, and you suffered no loss. And you want me to remember you? What a lunatic.
“Guest, please come this way to complete the transaction,” the Appraiser invited me to a side room. Meanwhile, a female attendant brought a crystal box containing the Spirit Snail and followed us.
We arrived in a private room. The Appraiser first asked the attendant to open the box. “Guest, please examine the goods. If there are no issues, we can proceed with the transaction.”
There was even an inspection process. Actually, there wasn’t much to inspect. The Spirit Snail’s appearance was so unique that there couldn’t be any fakes. Even if there were, I wouldn’t be able to tell, as I had never seen a Spirit Snail before.
“No problem. Then you can check the items I’m exchanging too. It might be a lot,” I said, about to take out the pile of Monster bones. To be honest, I felt a pang of regret, but I had made the bid myself, so I couldn’t go back on my word.
“No need, guest. Just hand over the God’s Child Bone,” the Appraiser suddenly said.
“Huh?” I looked at him, confused. I had bid at least over two hundred kilograms of Monster bones earlier.
“The content of our transaction in the dance hall just now was very clear. The Boss is willing to exchange the Spirit Snail for your God’s Child Bone, and that’s all.”
I was stunned. It seemed he had indeed said that, trading the Spirit Snail for the God’s Child Bone. All the previous bids were invalid.
The bar’s nature was that of a Trade Fair, not an Auction. Although there was a bidding process, the seller ultimately decided what they wanted to trade for, not the theoretically highest value.
This was also why the onlookers didn’t object when the Appraiser mentioned wanting Dragon Blood earlier.
“I don’t quite understand. I was bidding together, but your Boss only wants the God’s Child Bone? And he doesn’t want the remaining Monster bones?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, the value of this single God’s Child Bone already far exceeds that of the Spirit Snail. The Boss felt he shouldn’t take advantage of you, so he only wants the God’s Child Bone,” the Appraiser explained.
