The room went silent the moment I spoke as everyone's gaze averted to me. As far as they knew, Damian was the only person in the room with blessed rank blood. The announcer froze.
"Who is this guy?"
"Doesn't he know the rules?"
"Sounds like a fake bidder."
The room erupted in loud chatters and whispers. The announcer's eyes suddenly turned sharp as he stared daggers at me.
I spotted a few more ghouls making their way from behind the stage.
"You know what happens to fake bidders, don't you? Anyone found bidding with wealth they do not have will become slaves and be bid at our next auction. That is our rule."
Suddenly, more ghouls appeared at the entrance as if to stop me from running.
"Feel free to test the quality of my blood if you feel I am lying," I said, and the people in the room began to chuckle.
I understood their reaction. I was an unknown entity. For someone with blessed quality blood to suddenly show up seemed unlikely to them.
