Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 312: The Elf’s Price

The bidding had started with a million gold coins, and the offer came from none other than Henry. At his sudden interest in the elf, a brief silence fell over the crowd as they all turned to stare at him.

Sure, everyone wanted to get their hands on the elf—no, "wanted" was an understatement. All around them were rich individuals who had grown bored with their mundane lives and craved some sort of excitement.

And now the ticket out of this boring life was right in front of them—an elf! Sure, there were probably some that lived in the human continents, but even if they had the luck to manage to spot one, it wasn't like they had the means to force them to comply with all they wanted, and even less, they would not be able to capture them.

But now, right before their very eyes, one stood there. Would they dare to engage in a bidding war with Henry, the leader of the Outlaws? Or would they simply let him buy the elf without contest?

Judging by the smile on the blonde man at the podium, he seemed satisfied with the starting bid Henry had set, so even if no one else raised the price, he was going to walk away with the elf.

Who would be brave and maybe foolish enough to bid against him? That was the question that was going through everybody's mind.

All the people present wanted to be the one to make the bid, but they lacked the courage. If someone stepped forward first and faced Henry's wrath, others might follow, no longer afraid to enter the bidding war. But no one was willing to be the first.

While this was happening, Zaroth was observing with great interest.

'The start of the bidding was a million gold coins?' he thought. 'Then it means this elf is more valuable than the bounty on my head.'

It was a bitter thing to swallow. How could his head—the one that stopped the attack on Drakmire Bastion single-handedly and had a dragon under his control—be considered the same as an elf, someone most of the people wanted to buy here to just use for their sexual fantasy?

"It must mean I have yet to cause enough damage, enough chaos for them to see how much of a threat I really am!" he concluded.

In truth, they hadn't underestimated him. It was just that an elf was so valuable that almost any price seemed reasonable for them to acquire one, especially if it was as stunning as this.

"A million and a half!" Zaroth proudly declared as he stepped up!

Hearing that, someone had dared to challenge Henry to a bidding war, and all of the people present turned around to see who had made the declaration.

They were confused to see that it was one of the rougher-looking bandits at the back who had said these words.

If one were seated at the back most of the time, it meant they were relatively poor, so how could this man bid so much?

There was only one possible assumption: that he didn't have the funds, but just wanted to go against Henry, the leader of the Outlaws!

This didn't mean much, however, as Zaroth wasn't really planning to buy the elf; he was aiming for something else.

His bid started a chain reaction in itself. If there was one brave fool that would bid, then why would there not be more?

"Two million!" one of the men standing at the front spoke.

"Two million and a half!" a woman followed soon after.

Thanks to Zaroth's action of going against Henry, more and more people began to state larger and larger numbers.

"Like a flock of sheep, once one person stepped forward, the rest would follow without hesitation." He chuckled.

Seeing that his plan was successful, Zaroth sat back in his seat, ignoring the stare Eldros was giving him.

"We haven't been that close for a long time, even though we've spent just about a week together. But now, I'm starting to understand your character more and more... you're the one who likes to stir up as much chaos as possible, right?" he pointed out.

Zaroth only smiled without defending himself.

At this moment, Luna was glad that there was finally one person that seemed to be able to grasp that trait of Zaroth.

The bidding continued for a while, and during the whole process, Zaroth was watching with a grin on his face. Originally, Henry was going to buy the elf for a million, but that wasn't going to be the case.

Eventually, the elf was sold to him, but rather than for a million, it was for five.

The bidding having been finished, all of the people present stood up on their feet and began to clap as per tradition.

This also included Henry; however, he didn't have a satisfied look on his face as he stared back at Zaroth with hatred. Because of him, he had to pay 5 million instead of one for the elf!

Zaroth, of course, didn't miss that reason and finally, something clicked in his head. He had been told that no one had bid for the elf yet because they lacked the funds, but from the looks of it, that wasn't the case, as people began to bid one after another.

It seems that they just didn't want to buy or start a bidding war against Henry because of his wrath, but thanks to Zaroth and him going against Henry, he was going to take all the blame, and this was the reason why the people present went wild.

Henry motioned for one of his guards to come to him and pointed at Zaroth, who was still clapping with the rest.

"You see that bandit that has covered his face with the mask and the goggles? I want that man to be before me by the end of the day—alive." By his expression and tone of voice, it was clear that Henry was pissed.

The guard nodded and went straight to work.

Now that the hit on Zaroth had been ordered, Henry stopped focusing on the man.

"That fool thinks that covering his face was enough to escape my wrath once he went against me," Henry muttered, clenching his fist.

A couple of seconds later, he shook his head. "No, let's not dwell on that and sour the mood. The important thing is that now the elf is mine."

During the whole bidding process, the elf had been patiently waiting at the center of the stage, her eyes, nor did her face display any kind of emotion as she just observed the audience silently, judging them.

It didn't take long for her to come to a single conclusion.

"Weak," she murmured softly, her voice melodious and pleasant, almost like a song. But with the loud cheering around her, no one heard her words.

What the people failed to notice was that, unlike the other slaves, the elf didn't show even the slightest sign of fear.

Because it wasn't her that was trapped with all these humans, they were the ones that were trapped alongside her.