Velin gently pinched the Magic Potion between two fingers, making it glint alluringly in the candlelight.
"I believe its effects require no further introduction."
"A prohibition order stamped with the seal of the Judicial Court serves as its best instruction manual."
Velin's voice was filled with unconcealed mockery.
"After all, something useless wouldn't be worth the holy Church making such a fuss."
A wave of suppressed chuckles rippled through the audience.
"Now, let us begin. The starting bid is thirty Golden Suns."
The words had barely left his lips when a hoarse, impatient voice called out from a corner, a bidding paddle shooting straight up.
"Eighty Golden Suns!"
The price more than doubled in an instant.
A slight commotion immediately rippled through the crowd.
"One hundred and twenty!"
"One hundred and thirty!"
"Two hundred!"
The price climbed faster than anyone had anticipated.
