Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 499 Curious Kaelira

"five gold!" amara shouted from next to me.with that, the annual grand auction had begun!

kaelira cried inwardly. she couldn't read the staff's ability as i could, after all, only i had primordial eyes sitting in my eye sockets, but even then, she could tell that it was already overpaying for the staff.

while some artificers could examine items to gain this same information (name, rarity, imbued spells) - like the old man in braedon who sold me my sealed soul reaper saber - they needed a closer look and cast a spell, which was an audible action as they had to mouth the incantation out loud.

the auctioneer's failure to outright state the imbued spell but describe it with very colorful words was a borderline fraudulent act on the organizer's part, but i wasn't surprised.

the seasoned collectors and those with trained eyes could tell when he was spouting bullshit, just like my kaelira could, but there were also rich losers who were ready to throw a fortune at the organizers - like the cold brat on my right.

i asked curiously from my sexy head craftswoman. she was the only crafter i had, but that didn't deter me from promising her the position of lead craftsman.

she nodded as she pondered my question for a few moments. i knew that she did a lot of research on the artifact prices of the human lands after swearing her loyalty to me, so i thought her opinion to be very valuable.

back when we bought our rare-rarity gear with no imbued spells in them, we didn't pay a single gold coin for them as most were in the 50-80 silver coins range. this went to show how valuable imbued spells were.

in a world where one was locked into their class and its spells, gear provided a way to circumvent those limits and enable people to bolster their arsenal in unique and unexpected ways.

seraphiel joined in on the conversation.

seraphiel giggled,

kaelira asked a rather good question.

<…>

sera cried with great alarm.

kaelira quickly added.

<… no, my lord.> stay connected through empire

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my sexy elven healer demanded using my full name while addressing me as if it was the soul records itself speaking to me, showcasing the severity of the situation.

i couldn't hold it in any longer; i slapped jasmine's alluring thighs as i erupted into a burst of mental laughter, eliciting a shocked yelp from my alleged noble wife. she was not [subjugated] by me, so jasmine was not privy to conversations taking place using [master's link].

it was time to clear things up before sera began a mental assault on me.

my declaration made kaelira strongly squirm in place where she stood, while sera scoffed,

another cute scoff sounded in my mind before kaelira ceased her squirming and asked,

she yelped while straightening her spine and bringing her arms defensively to her perky behind.

with my misbehaving women put into their places, i could refocus on the ongoings of the auction.

a muted silence followed amara's declaration of 5 golds. i felt a heavy tension envelop the back of the building where the masses were herded. most of them only had 3 or so gold on them, it gave them an ominous feeling when the very first item's very first bid was already over their entire budget.

"sis!! papa didn't give us infinite money! we need to conserve coins for when they bring the sexy slaves out!" vivienne hissed mutedly, but my acute senses picked her words up perfectly.

did this brat's entire life revolve around hot women?

"we have more than enough!" amara hissed back. while vivienne was just a full-blown spoiled pervert, this woman seemed to have some serious issues about her image.

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"five gold going once! going twice!" the auctioneer began counting down with a giant grin. he eyed amara as if she were a whale he caught on his fishing rod, a dumb piggy bank if you will.

a smug expression emerged on the haughty woman's face, but it wasn't meant to last.