The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1056

Chapter 1056: Auction Bidding
Now the auction house was getting excited, and they hadn’t even seen the blade yet.

It wasn’t anything overkill in Karl’s mind. Just [Sharpness] and skill damage. But the Sharpness skill did ignore the majority of the target’s armour.

A magical sign above the auctioneer displayed a set of stats about the weapon, including the name of the creator, which was listed as both Karl and Ashbringer of the Darklight Host Guild.

A light shone on Karl, who waved at the Auctioneer, and the whole auction house turned to look at him, while Dana resisted the urge to facepalm.

They had been doing so well with trying to avoid notice after realizing that her appearance had an outsized effect on the locals.

Karl turned to look at one of the Mythic Rank guests, whose attention he could feel. The feeling was creepy, and he wondered if his estimate of ten minutes might have been far too long before something happened.

“This should be fun. He’s a Champion from the Sholaha Arenas. The ones that they run for priority rights to the powerful Dungeons that they have. I wonder if he’s going to try to make a move?” The Silver Dragon whispered to Dana, with the same excited tone that Cara used when she was about to cause chaos.

The beastkin beside Karl snorted in amusement. “It says right on the sign that he’s the actual Runemaster. You’d have to be crazy to offend him here and risk having yourself blacklisted from his future sales.”

The auctioneer turned off the light on Karl and began speaking again.

“We will start the bidding at five thousand golden Gat.”

Karl determined that those were the larger local gold coins, and the bidding was quickly going up, but the Myth who was giving Karl the strange feeling wasn’t bidding at all.

Perhaps he simply wasn’t interested in an Overlord Ranked weapon.

The bidding moved quickly past twenty thousand coins, then fifty, before finally selling for eighty-five thousand coins.

That was more than enough to keep Karl happy.

{Transfer Notice} [Khathar Auction Guild] wishes to transfer 80,750 gold coins.

That should be the full payment, minus the five percent auction house fee.

{Transfer Accepted}

The Auctioneer was about to move on when a large winged form leapt from the upper balconies. The Mythic Rank Champion had made his move.

He took the voice amplification orb from the Auctioneer.

“The Sholaha Dominators Guild challenges the Darklight Host. We claim the right of ownership over the members Karl, Ashbringer and Dana.” He declared.

{Guild War Challenge} Accept?

Y/N

Karl got to his feet, and the spotlight shone on him as he helped Dana to her feet and moved her through the entrance to the Tiny World.

“The Darklight Host accepts your declaration of war. Do you wish to hold an open war, or settle this by a challenge of Champions?” Karl asked, raising his voice, so the whole auction could hear him.

Then he equipped his armour, letting everyone see the double golden borders of two successful over Rank challenges.

In her space, Rae smirked. [Oh, I hope that he picks open war. Cara and Matilda are ready to explode with excitement.]

The Dragonkin smirked at Karl and made a ‘come and get it’ type gesture.

“We will settle this by Champions. Auctioneer, clear the arena.”

The silver dragon turned to look at Karl. “I hope that you know what you’re doing.”

Karl winked. “Come and watch, you’ll laugh until your sides hurt. But Supreme Lady Matilda was hoping for a real war.”

The dragon went pale as he realized just what the Mythic Ranked Warrior had done.

If the Supreme Lady decided not to wait for the duel to be finished, or that she didn’t want Karl to be the champion for the fight, she could declare herself the champion, and they would lose by default, as the challenging Guild didn’t have anyone to fight her.

Then, they would have to pay reparations equal to the demand that they had made. Two Overlords and one Totem Ranked member.

Whether the Darklight Host took them, took equal payment for them, or killed them didn’t matter to the System.

The Auctioneer opened a portal, and a powerful Mythic Ranked mage stepped through with an annoyed look on his face.

“Who is causing trouble here?” He demanded.

The Dragonkin bowed slightly to him.

“Your Majesty, my apologies. It’s a simple guild matter. We will leave to settle it and the auction can continue.”

The new arrival looked between them, then laughed. “Oh, I think not. The Auction is on hold. We will move to the arena now to watch this battle.”

That confused the Guild Master. Why would the King of Nulnalgat care about a Guild Duel, even if it was at this level?

What he didn’t know was that all the Myths who could use portals had gathered when Karl had advanced, and as he shared a border with Gabil, he had come to see what was going on as well. The advancement of some Totem two nations over hadn’t concerned the warrior, so he had no idea that Karl was no average craftsman.

In the Guild House in Drodh City, Ashbringer got the message that someone had claimed ownership of him as their Guild Member, a forced Guild Contract, and the terms were unlikely to be favourable.

But the System said that it was being settled by duel by Karl, so he relaxed a little. There was nothing that he could do from here to stop it, and not much that he could do to help on such short notice.

In contrast, Mick was in a full-blown panic. If they lost Karl and Ashbringer, what would the Guild Branch do? They only had apprentices here, and they would lose most of their ability to fill the higher level orders that had built their reputation.

But more importantly, if Karl were forced to leave, would the others who travelled with him stay? If not, the Drodh Branch of the Darklight Host would quickly become a laughingstock here in Drodh, with a few Royal Rank crafters as their strongest members.