Also, there was someone who was in a completely different mindset. Daichese, who had been sitting at the backseat, suddenly had her face drained of color.
“Policy?” Lydia sneered. “Okay then, let me ask something else. Who was the alchemist who created ‘Land on the Sky’? At least you can tell us that much, no?”
Twilight was relieved a bit since Lydia asked an easier question. However, she still could not answer this one. “Lady Lotus, please do not put me in a bad position.”
“Not even its creator?” Lydia chuckled. “So your policy is all about serving your sellers, but not us buyers?”
Twilight tried to contain her rage. “We can try asking the seller about such information later. However, we’ll ultimately respect our customer’s decision on whether the information could be told.”
“Please do then,” Lydia chuckled again. However, people were unsure of what would happen when someone who never knew how to follow rules acted like that.
With that settled, Twilight resumed the auction.
Dave gave Angor a concerned look when Lydia mentioned finding out the source of the music box. However, Angor was completely fine with it—he was not the one selling the item, so nothing would come to him.
Angor successfully bought another item later called the core of a Black Dense Stone.
He needed three extra materials to craft a space storage, one of which was “core of a White Dense Stone”, which was a very common object scattered around Vacuum Plane. Yet he never found one at the wizard stores.
Angor was planning to ask Prome to take him to the secret alchemy shops. To his surprise though, he found something even better at the auction.
The cores of White Dense Stone were easy to find because they were everywhere in Vacuum Plane. It was one of the most common materials used in making storage items, so people never bothered to find an alternative to it.
The core of Black Dense Stone was not an alternative. A Black Dense Stone which was originally white went through a reforming process for thousands of years. Apart from possessing all the attributes offered by a White Dense Stone, a black one could also maximize the construction of a space storage by its catalytic effect.
For example, if an alchemist prepared enough material to craft a space of 5,000 liters, the volume meant the max possible outcome of the final product, but not the average volume. Under normal circumstances, the alchemist would create storage of 3,000 liters or so.
The core of Black Dense Stone, however, could help the product achieved the upper limit.
Of course, Angor was happy at gaining such important material.
It cost him 1,300 crystals, but he still found it worthy.
In contrast to him, Prome’s mood became worse and worse as more items were brought up. The 158th item was being sold now, and he still had not found an anti-undead weapon.
Angor was going to comfort Prome and claim that he was going to attempt drawing Prelude to Elimination. Before he could do so, the next auction lot drew his attention.
“This is the horn of an Abyss Nightmare,” Twilight introduced the item in her good old neutral tone, “it came from the third level of Abyss Plane, and I believe you all know what it can do. We’ll start at six thousand magic crystals. Only raises of one thousand or more will be accepted.”
The initial price and increment limit already proved to them that the item was only intended for formal wizards.
Once again, the hall remained silent.
This was totally expected though. Abyss Nightmare’s Horn was a rare alchemy material, and only master alchemists knew how to use it.
Real master alchemists all received their names because they could create high-tiered items. They were unlike Prome, who was only addressed as “master” out of courtesy when he was merely an intermediate apprentice alchemist.
If the item was sold at Floating Mech City where great alchemists gathered, it might go as high as ten thousand magic crystals. The problem was, people could not find alchemists as easily in Midnight Sovereign. An extremely rare material might attract enough buyers to achieve a good price, but the horn was not something THAT important. It held an awkward value which could prove to be superfluous in a place like this.
Twilight shook her head when a full minute had elapsed in complete silence.
Naturally, everyone understood the situation. Why would someone other than a master alchemist buy the horn? To place it in their homes as decoration trophy?
Twilight was going to ask the workers to bring out the next item when she saw a bid appearing on the screen.
She did not show it, but she was really curious to find out which master alchemist came to her humble auction. Even Floating Mech City had a limited number of alchemists who were considered “masters”.
Nevertheless, she had to consider these questions later. For now…
“Six thousand called by Number 187. Can we get another?”
Number 187? People all began to check the auction record. Gases, Rosegold Gargoyle’s Tongue Blood, Chaos Beater Hide Paper, and now this, Abyss Nightmare’s Horn. Number 187 only went for alchemy-related items.
People were now certain that Number 187 was an alchemist or at least someone who knew an alchemist and came to buy items in his place.
Buying the horn meant either Number 187 himself or the alchemist he knew could be a master alchemist.
Here, no one had to be reminded of the great value possessed by someone like that. No one showed what they were thinking about. But in the dark, people all made their own plans and plots.