Chapter 113.1
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Posted on June 25, 2022 by Kangmin
I woke up a few minutes later.
“Gandra…”
“Sir, you’re awake.”
“I’m sorry… I passed out.”
It was as if all the fatigue of the last few months had hit me at once.
My head was pounding and my body was already exhausted.
Even breathing felt painful.
And the auction was still going on.
Sir Warren was pinching himself, this time participating in an auction for a magic sword or something.
And me, to Gandra.
Over and over again, I made sure I had bought the detached house properly.
I’m not dreaming!
That was real!
Really, even now.
I’m starting to think I was dreaming.
Only one year ago.
I was a merchant who started with 50,000 mana handed to me by Ryan.
That me, just a few minutes ago.
I participated in the Kilket Central Auction and bid for the desired item for close to 14 million mana.
To me at that time.
If I told you, ‘That’s happened in just one year,’ you probably would never believe me.
→→→→→
Then the auction of all the items ended.
The time was already past midnight.
We will now have annual dinner party.
The auctioneer bowed reverently and lowered his head, and the hall began to buzz.
“Dinner party… come to think of it, I’m really hungry.*
“This dinner party is like an extension of the auction.”
“What do you mean?”
According to Gandra, those who were unable to bid for what they wanted because they ran out of mana deposited at the auction headquarters or for some other reason, would offer to negotiate with each other in a different way.
In this sense, some nobles and merchants regard the auction as “an extension of the auction”.
And as soon as the venue was moved and the dinner party started, some merchants approached me.
They said, “You must be Mister Albus, the relic merchant.”
I have no intention of selling that mansion, no matter what anyone says.
As for the Holy Fist Aluminas, now that this has happened, it is better to equip Loloi with it and use it to strengthen the strength of the escort.
Come to think of it it’s a blessing in disguise.
So I braced myself.
They asked, “Do you have any other skilled relics in addition to the three items you have listed? Depending on what you have, we would be happy to buy them.”
However, it seems that the merchants were not interested in that mansion.
“I see, if that’s what you look for…”
I set up a simple stall stand at the end of the hall and opened my stall, and a few other merchants gathered around.
And they bought several of my surplus relics on the spot.
If you looked, the same scene seemed to be unfolding all over the venue.
I went through a lot of hardships just now, so of course I want to make some profit.
Those people were able to determine the market price for each relic and negotiate a fair price.
Also, unlike the sales at the wagon peddling plaza, I was dealing with merchants, not adventurers.
Since they intended to buy from me and sell elsewhere, rather than use the goods themselves, they were still negotiating with me for a price lower than the market price at the end of the day.
However, I was in a situation where I had no more money on hand.
The relics I have on hand are leftovers that have never been sold, so I have decided to sell them off, allowing for some discounting.
The total price was 620,000 mana.
Well, not bad.
As I was doing my business like that, one large man approached me.
He was dressed in a most gorgeous costume and had two attendants on either side of him, just as I had seen before.
I couldn’t help but brace myself for the man’s appearance.
“Sir Warren…”
The older brother of Mitra and Clarice, and the one who started this whole thing by putting the house up for auction, stood before me with a satisfied smile. The man who started this whole thing by putting the mansion up for auction stood in front of me with a satisfied smile on his face.
“You’re not bad, Mr. Albus. I didn’t expect you to come up with an initial capital of more than 5 million mana.”
“I was so cornered I was nauseous the whole time…”
I responded.
Sir Warren’s mouth twisted into a grin.
…He’s a pissant.
And what pisses me off the most is that when I did it, the “offer for buying my own product” got a huge bashing, but when the Grand Nobility did it, they all went through with it nicely.
“……”
But, well, that’s just how the world works.
If you want to be like that, you have to get overwhelming money, manpower, and power.
The amount of these things in my hands is incomparably different from Sir Warren’s, so I guess it’s a natural difference in response.
“By the way, how did you know what I had on me?”
And I was like. That’s what I’ve been wondering.
In the competition with Sir Warren.
It was exactly to the fractional 7,000 mana. I was forced to completely spit out my hand.
“How was I supposed to know? That’s why Mr. Albus. Let me ask you instead.”
“?”
“How much did you have left at the end?
“Zero.”
I answered. Sir Warren started to laugh, as if he was enjoying himself.
“I see! Zero! It really was zero! I just got a chill down my spine thinking if I had said one more offer that time!”
“….”
I thought he knew what he was doing, but it seems he didn’t. “If that’s the case. How could you have been so aggressive?”
If he had made a mistake, he would have lost over 10 million mana for nothing.
If this is any kind of intuition or reading, he is too much of a gambler.
“It’s just a hunch.”
Sir Warren replied.
Seriously, it’s just a hunch…
“However, I have read people at auctions many times before. Based on that experience…”
“Even if that were the case, you wouldn’t be chasing them down to the last fraction of a penny, would you?”
“Those who despise one mana will eventually cry for one mana. I’ll take what I can get until the very last minute. I knew for sure that you had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand, based on the proceeds from the three products that had been sold.*
“Ah…”
Of the three items I sold, the Sir Gallon series sold for 930,000 mana.
Ten percent of that went to the auction headquarters, so my proceeds were 837,000 mana.
And there were no fractions in the sale or purchase of the other two items.
Furthermore, the mana that can be deposited at the auction headquarters at the beginning is in units of 10,000 mana…
In other words, the fact that I had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand was something I would have known if I had calculated the sales price of my goods.
In that situation.
That means that in the middle of an auction with hundreds of participants, he had read me and calculated the amount I had to a fraction of what I had, and then set up a reading…
“The rest is tone of voice, breathing, and behavior. I would use every possible piece of information to determine the financial situation of my opponent.”
“So that’s how it is.”
He is a merchant of a different caliber.
I knew this, but I had to be the one to win the battle, and it was a complete defeat.
Looking back on it now, I think there were a number of points where I could have outplayed Sir Warren.
For example, when I first declared that I had run out of mana. In contrast to my “13,240,000 mana,” Sir Warren declared “13,245,000 mana”.
If I had covered “13,247,000 mana” there, it probably would have ended there.
By declaring “13,280,000 mana” over the fraction, I was revealing my lie to Sir Warren.
It was a reflection on my reading of the game.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Albus? Are you having regrets?”
“No, not at all.”
“Huh?”
Sir Warren groaned as if he was a little surprised.
“And why is that?”
“I was able to buy what I wanted to buy with the amount of mana I had on hand. I don’t regret it. I regret that you beat me to it, but that’s another story.”
Yes, it is.
Whatever the course of events, I served my purpose.
There’s nothing better than that now.
As for what has happened, I can take it as a lesson.
There is no point in just regretting saying, “Maybe I could have bought it cheaper.”
And…
In fact.
That mansion is already more than just a large mansion.
Two months before the auction began.
I had made as much as 700,000 mana from a theater performance using the garden of that mansion.
And that was just for two evening performances.
If we were to take this seriously and increase the number of performances to 6 per day.
The theater is expected to earn about 1 million mana per month. And if the performance schedule is moved to the daytime, it will naturally attract residents outside of the West Kilket area as well as peddlers. Further expansion of the scale can be expected.
The 14 million mana I had just spent to buy the mansion. This would pay for itself in a little over a year.
As an up-front investment, there was no problem.
I have no regrets.
I grinned at him.
Sir Warren’s mouth twisted even more slightly.
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Posted on June 25, 2022 by Kangmin
I woke up a few minutes later.
“Gandra…”
“Sir, you’re awake.”
“I’m sorry… I passed out.”
It was as if all the fatigue of the last few months had hit me at once.
My head was pounding and my body was already exhausted.
Even breathing felt painful.
And the auction was still going on.
Sir Warren was pinching himself, this time participating in an auction for a magic sword or something.
And me, to Gandra.
Over and over again, I made sure I had bought the detached house properly.
I’m not dreaming!
That was real!
Really, even now.
I’m starting to think I was dreaming.
Only one year ago.
I was a merchant who started with 50,000 mana handed to me by Ryan.
That me, just a few minutes ago.
I participated in the Kilket Central Auction and bid for the desired item for close to 14 million mana.
To me at that time.
If I told you, ‘That’s happened in just one year,’ you probably would never believe me.
→→→→→
Then the auction of all the items ended.
The time was already past midnight.
We will now have annual dinner party.
The auctioneer bowed reverently and lowered his head, and the hall began to buzz.
“Dinner party… come to think of it, I’m really hungry.*
“This dinner party is like an extension of the auction.”
“What do you mean?”
According to Gandra, those who were unable to bid for what they wanted because they ran out of mana deposited at the auction headquarters or for some other reason, would offer to negotiate with each other in a different way.
In this sense, some nobles and merchants regard the auction as “an extension of the auction”.
And as soon as the venue was moved and the dinner party started, some merchants approached me.
They said, “You must be Mister Albus, the relic merchant.”
I have no intention of selling that mansion, no matter what anyone says.
As for the Holy Fist Aluminas, now that this has happened, it is better to equip Loloi with it and use it to strengthen the strength of the escort.
Come to think of it it’s a blessing in disguise.
So I braced myself.
They asked, “Do you have any other skilled relics in addition to the three items you have listed? Depending on what you have, we would be happy to buy them.”
However, it seems that the merchants were not interested in that mansion.
“I see, if that’s what you look for…”
I set up a simple stall stand at the end of the hall and opened my stall, and a few other merchants gathered around.
And they bought several of my surplus relics on the spot.
If you looked, the same scene seemed to be unfolding all over the venue.
I went through a lot of hardships just now, so of course I want to make some profit.
Those people were able to determine the market price for each relic and negotiate a fair price.
Also, unlike the sales at the wagon peddling plaza, I was dealing with merchants, not adventurers.
Since they intended to buy from me and sell elsewhere, rather than use the goods themselves, they were still negotiating with me for a price lower than the market price at the end of the day.
However, I was in a situation where I had no more money on hand.
The relics I have on hand are leftovers that have never been sold, so I have decided to sell them off, allowing for some discounting.
The total price was 620,000 mana.
Well, not bad.
As I was doing my business like that, one large man approached me.
He was dressed in a most gorgeous costume and had two attendants on either side of him, just as I had seen before.
I couldn’t help but brace myself for the man’s appearance.
“Sir Warren…”
The older brother of Mitra and Clarice, and the one who started this whole thing by putting the house up for auction, stood before me with a satisfied smile. The man who started this whole thing by putting the mansion up for auction stood in front of me with a satisfied smile on his face.
“You’re not bad, Mr. Albus. I didn’t expect you to come up with an initial capital of more than 5 million mana.”
“I was so cornered I was nauseous the whole time…”
I responded.
Sir Warren’s mouth twisted into a grin.
…He’s a pissant.
And what pisses me off the most is that when I did it, the “offer for buying my own product” got a huge bashing, but when the Grand Nobility did it, they all went through with it nicely.
“……”
But, well, that’s just how the world works.
If you want to be like that, you have to get overwhelming money, manpower, and power.
The amount of these things in my hands is incomparably different from Sir Warren’s, so I guess it’s a natural difference in response.
“By the way, how did you know what I had on me?”
And I was like. That’s what I’ve been wondering.
In the competition with Sir Warren.
It was exactly to the fractional 7,000 mana. I was forced to completely spit out my hand.
“How was I supposed to know? That’s why Mr. Albus. Let me ask you instead.”
“?”
“How much did you have left at the end?
“Zero.”
I answered. Sir Warren started to laugh, as if he was enjoying himself.
“I see! Zero! It really was zero! I just got a chill down my spine thinking if I had said one more offer that time!”
“….”
I thought he knew what he was doing, but it seems he didn’t. “If that’s the case. How could you have been so aggressive?”
If he had made a mistake, he would have lost over 10 million mana for nothing.
If this is any kind of intuition or reading, he is too much of a gambler.
“It’s just a hunch.”
Sir Warren replied.
Seriously, it’s just a hunch…
“However, I have read people at auctions many times before. Based on that experience…”
“Even if that were the case, you wouldn’t be chasing them down to the last fraction of a penny, would you?”
“Those who despise one mana will eventually cry for one mana. I’ll take what I can get until the very last minute. I knew for sure that you had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand, based on the proceeds from the three products that had been sold.*
“Ah…”
Of the three items I sold, the Sir Gallon series sold for 930,000 mana.
Ten percent of that went to the auction headquarters, so my proceeds were 837,000 mana.
And there were no fractions in the sale or purchase of the other two items.
Furthermore, the mana that can be deposited at the auction headquarters at the beginning is in units of 10,000 mana…
In other words, the fact that I had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand was something I would have known if I had calculated the sales price of my goods.
In that situation.
That means that in the middle of an auction with hundreds of participants, he had read me and calculated the amount I had to a fraction of what I had, and then set up a reading…
“The rest is tone of voice, breathing, and behavior. I would use every possible piece of information to determine the financial situation of my opponent.”
“So that’s how it is.”
He is a merchant of a different caliber.
I knew this, but I had to be the one to win the battle, and it was a complete defeat.
Looking back on it now, I think there were a number of points where I could have outplayed Sir Warren.
For example, when I first declared that I had run out of mana. In contrast to my “13,240,000 mana,” Sir Warren declared “13,245,000 mana”.
If I had covered “13,247,000 mana” there, it probably would have ended there.
By declaring “13,280,000 mana” over the fraction, I was revealing my lie to Sir Warren.
It was a reflection on my reading of the game.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Albus? Are you having regrets?”
“No, not at all.”
“Huh?”
Sir Warren groaned as if he was a little surprised.
“And why is that?”
“I was able to buy what I wanted to buy with the amount of mana I had on hand. I don’t regret it. I regret that you beat me to it, but that’s another story.”
Yes, it is.
Whatever the course of events, I served my purpose.
There’s nothing better than that now.
As for what has happened, I can take it as a lesson.
There is no point in just regretting saying, “Maybe I could have bought it cheaper.”
And…
In fact.
That mansion is already more than just a large mansion.
Two months before the auction began.
I had made as much as 700,000 mana from a theater performance using the garden of that mansion.
And that was just for two evening performances.
If we were to take this seriously and increase the number of performances to 6 per day.
The theater is expected to earn about 1 million mana per month. And if the performance schedule is moved to the daytime, it will naturally attract residents outside of the West Kilket area as well as peddlers. Further expansion of the scale can be expected.
The 14 million mana I had just spent to buy the mansion. This would pay for itself in a little over a year.
As an up-front investment, there was no problem.
I have no regrets.
I grinned at him.
Sir Warren’s mouth twisted even more slightly.
Posted onJune 25, 2022byKangminI woke up a few minutes later.GandraSir, you're awake.I'm sorry I passed out.It was as if all the fatigue of the last few months had hit me at once.My head was pounding and my body was already exhausted.Even breathing felt painful.And the auction was still going on.Sir Warren was pinching himself, this time participating in an auction for a magic sword or something.And me, to Gandra.Over and over again, I made sure I had bought the detached house properly.I'm not dreaming!That was real!Really, even now.I'm starting to think I was dreaming.Only one year ago.I was a merchant who started with 50,000 mana handed to me by Ryan.That me, just a few minutes ago.I participated in the Kilket Central Auction and bid for the desired item for close to 14 million mana.To me at that time.If I told you, That's happened in just one year,' you probably would never believe me.Then the auction of all the items ended.The time was already past midnight.We will now have annual dinner party.The auctioneer bowed reverently and lowered his head, and the hall began to buzz.Dinner party come to think of it, I'm really hungry.*This dinner party is like an extension of the auction.What do you mean?According to Gandra, those who were unable to bid for what they wanted because they ran out of mana deposited at the auction headquarters or for some other reason, would offer to negotiate with each other in a different way.In this sense, some nobles and merchants regard the auction as an extension of the auction.And as soon as the venue was moved and the dinner party started, some merchants approached me.They said, You must be Mister Albus, the relic merchant.I have no intention of selling that mansion, no matter what anyone says.As for the Holy Fist Aluminas, now that this has happened, it is better to equip Loloi with it and use it to strengthen the strength of the escort.Come to think of it it's a blessing in disguise.So I braced myself.They asked, Do you have any other skilled relics in addition to the three items you have listed? Depending on what you have, we would be happy to buy them.However, it seems that the merchants were not interested in that mansion.I see, if that's what you look forI set up a simple stall stand at the end of the hall and opened my stall, and a few other merchants gathered around.And they bought several of my surplus relics on the spot.If you looked, the same scene seemed to be unfolding all over the venue.I went through a lot of hardships just now, so of course I want to make some profit.Those people were able to determine the market price for each relic and negotiate a fair price.Also, unlike the sales at the wagon peddling plaza, I was dealing with merchants, not adventurers.Since they intended to buy from me and sell elsewhere, rather than use the goods themselves, they were still negotiating with me for a price lower than the market price at the end of the day.However, I was in a situation where I had no more money on hand.The relics I have on hand are leftovers that have never been sold, so I have decided to sell them off, allowing for some discounting.The total price was 620,000 mana.Well, not bad.As I was doing my business like that, one large man approached me.He was dressed in a most gorgeous costume and had two attendants on either side of him, just as I had seen before.I couldn't help but brace myself for the man's appearance.Sir WarrenThe older brother of Mitra and Clarice, and the one who started this whole thing by putting the house up for auction, stood before me with a satisfied smile. The man who started this whole thing by putting the mansion up for auction stood in front of me with a satisfied smile on his face.You're not bad, Mr. Albus. I didn't expect you to come up with an initial capital of more than 5 million mana.I was so cornered I was nauseous the whole timeI responded.Sir Warren's mouth twisted into a grin.He's a pissant.And what pisses me off the most is that when I did it, the offer for buying my own product got a huge bashing, but when the Grand Nobility did it, they all went through with it nicely.But, well, that's just how the world works.If you want to be like that, you have to get overwhelming money, manpower, and power.The amount of these things in my hands is incomparably different from Sir Warren's, so I guess it's a natural difference in response.By the way, how did you know what I had on me?And I was like. That's what I've been wondering.In the competition with Sir Warren.It was exactly to the fractional 7,000 mana. I was forced to completely spit out my hand.How was I supposed to know? That's why Mr. Albus. Let me ask you instead.?How much did you have left at the end?Zero.I answered. Sir Warren started to laugh, as if he was enjoying himself.I see! Zero! It really was zero! I just got a chill down my spine thinking if I had said one more offer that time!.I thought he knew what he was doing, but it seems he didn't. If that's the case. How could you have been so aggressive?If he had made a mistake, he would have lost over 10 million mana for nothing.If this is any kind of intuition or reading, he is too much of a gambler.It's just a hunch.Sir Warren replied.Seriously, it's just a hunchHowever, I have read people at auctions many times before. Based on that experienceEven if that were the case, you wouldn't be chasing them down to the last fraction of a penny, would you?Those who despise one mana will eventually cry for one mana. I'll take what I can get until the very last minute. I knew for sure that you had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand, based on the proceeds from the three products that had been sold.*AhOf the three items I sold, the Sir Gallon series sold for 930,000 mana.Ten percent of that went to the auction headquarters, so my proceeds were 837,000 mana.And there were no fractions in the sale or purchase of the other two items.Furthermore, the mana that can be deposited at the auction headquarters at the beginning is in units of 10,000 manaIn other words, the fact that I had a fraction of 7,000 mana on hand was something I would have known if I had calculated the sales price of my goods.In that situation.That means that in the middle of an auction with hundreds of participants, he had read me and calculated the amount I had to a fraction of what I had, and then set up a readingThe rest is tone of voice, breathing, and behavior. I would use every possible piece of information to determine the financial situation of my opponent.So that's how it is.He is a merchant of a different caliber.I knew this, but I had to be the one to win the battle, and it was a complete defeat.Looking back on it now, I think there were a number of points where I could have outplayed Sir Warren.For example, when I first declared that I had run out of mana. In contrast to my 13,240,000 mana, Sir Warren declared 13,245,000 mana.If I had covered 13,247,000 mana there, it probably would have ended there.By declaring 13,280,000 mana over the fraction, I was revealing my lie to Sir Warren.It was a reflection on my reading of the game.What's the matter, Mr. Albus? Are you having regrets?No, not at all.Huh?Sir Warren groaned as if he was a little surprised.And why is that?I was able to buy what I wanted to buy with the amount of mana I had on hand. I don't regret it. I regret that you beat me to it, but that's another story.Yes, it is.Whatever the course of events, I served my purpose.There's nothing better than that now.As for what has happened, I can take it as a lesson.There is no point in just regretting saying, Maybe I could have bought it cheaper.AndIn fact.That mansion is already more than just a large mansion.Two months before the auction began.I had made as much as 700,000 mana from a theater performance using the garden of that mansion.And that was just for two evening performances.If we were to take this seriously and increase the number of performances to 6 per day.The theater is expected to earn about 1 million mana per month. And if the performance schedule is moved to the daytime, it will naturally attract residents outside of the West Kilket area as well as peddlers. Further expansion of the scale can be expected.The 14 million mana I had just spent to buy the mansion. This would pay for itself in a little over a year.As an up-front investment, there was no problem.I have no regrets.I grinned at him.Sir Warren's mouth twisted even more slightly.
