The Musafir

Umbrella Petals Jasmine

"This auction market is not settled in a region,” said Bidadari Sungai Utara. “What we are looking at right now is a disassembleable building.”

BIDADARI RIVERS Utara then explained to Mantingan that the building can be dismantled into thousands of small parts. Then transported by dozens of buffalo carts.

The mantle gave a nod in response. Of course he felt quite amazed by the style of the building in front of him. It looks vibrant with a blend of light from lanterns and torch fire, refracting carvings of thousands of stories.

“But that is not the real auction space.” The words of the North River Angel made Mantingan confused. “That building is only used to store items that will be auctioned. Many Magic Throws trappers inside the building. Don't think about entering it without permission."

Then Mantingan asked, “And where is the actual auction place?”

“There is behind the building, directly in the open. That's how it is.” The North River Angel's reply made him nod.

They walked through the crowd of people who were waiting for the auction event to begin. According to Bidadari Sungai Utara, the people would gather in the stands if the show had already started. But before the event starts, they will split a little away from the auction place to buy snacks or drinks.

“We go straight in before we run out of seats.”

The mantan nodded back in understanding. They're getting faster through the crowd. Until they arrived at the auction ground.

The auction place is a piece of field on the edge of which is given a wooden barrier. There was a grandstand outside the auction grounds devoted to the spectators. While inside the auction field itself, there was a stage as high as half a fathom that would be used to auction items. Wooden chairs surrounded the stage, forming a square. While the ground on the auction ground had been coated by bamboo mats, so the auction guests did not need to come into direct contact with the ground.

Lighting in the auction field can also be said to be good. Many lantern poles were set between the chairs.

Currently, there were only a few seats filled with auction guests. The rest are empty, ready to accommodate other guests. Bidadari Sungai Utara invited Mantingan to the reception table.

Officers said that to occupy one seat, a guest had to pay for a piece of silver. Mantingan easily took out two pieces of silver, with the intention of paying for his stool and the bench of the Angel of the North River. But the girl next to the Mantingan refused, arguing that Mantingan did not need to spoil her anymore. Bidadari Sungai Utara paid for his own stool without being able to prevent Mantingan.

They entered the auction ground, choosing a seat in the middle row. Not too far back and not too far forward. The Mantingan and the Northern River Angel were of course sitting next to each other, although they knew it would be a very awkward thing.

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it's been a long time waiting. He's starting to get caught up. The auction has not yet begun. He was sure the Angel of the North River felt the same way as him. They sat next to each other, but were silent to each other. None of the two tried to talk to each other. Making the atmosphere really awkward, as if there was nothing more awkward than that.

Although it was like that, some benches had already begun to fill with auction guests. And it will continue to grow until full. The later, the more people arrive. Indirectly, it hinted that the new auction would start after midnight. The Mantingan and the Angel of the North River came too early.

Currently, Mantingan could see the auction managers begin to prepare all sorts of necessities on stage. A long table made of agate in droves was lifted onto the stage. It takes four warriors to lift it.

Then they also prepared a stage and chairs for special guests. Each special chair will get a table complete with fruits and a container of wine. It might also be provided by a female servant. I don't know how much to pay to occupy the seats there.

The atmosphere is getting crowded. The mantel can see that only a few seats remain empty, the rest are filled. The audience stands outside the auction grounds had also been filled to the brim. The auction host also seemed to be getting ready on stage.

The female host then announced that the auction would begin soon.

“Sahaya Trika, will bring the ladies and gentlemen to get special goods at a reasonable price,” said the person who then Mantingan know his name is Trika. “There are one hundred items to be auctioned. And there will be ten special auction items that will be present at the end of the event. No need to linger anymore, let's start the auction!”

Again gong was beaten. This time not too hard. After that, the guests applauded politely. While the audience in the stands applauded while cheering Trika's name, getting ready to place a bet in case of fierce competition between you auctions.

Two men entered the field, carrying a long chest. The guests caught a glimpse of them, curious as to what items were auctioned. The long chest was then placed on a agate table, and the two men left the field.

Trika is seen opening the lid of the crate, removing the items in the crate. Upon seeing the item, Mantingan heard boisterous whispers from the auction guests. The mantingan looks at the item closely. A bright white umbrella, which was clearly an heirloom weapon. However, Mantingan did not know what made the audience boisterously whisper.

“As attendees have known, this is the Jasmine Petal Umbrella. The owner of this heirloom has left the world as well as his legacy. Umbrella Swordsman Sakti was killed in a fight. Swordsman who beat him has sold Umbrella Pelati Petals to our auction agency.”

That way, Mantingan can find out what happened. Quietly, Mantingan uses a little of his inner energy to chalk up sharp hearing. Can he listen to the audience's conversation about Pendekar Umbrella Sakti.

“The hero deserves to die. He has nothing in common with women ******. I know Pendekar Umbrella Sakti is indeed beautiful and charming, but his behavior like forest animals has made me hate him!”

Then Mantingan heard another conversation.

“I once tangled with Pendekar Umbrella Sakti. As I have heard from the birds, the warrior is indeed very beautiful. The smell of his body can be clearly smelled, the smell of jasmine! But after I remembered that he always killed the man he was in contact with, I didn't dare to go near.”

“The heirloom is very valuable, I feel I have to buy it, but why has Trika not put a price?”

Then came the voice of Trika, the auction host. “Because many do not like Pendekar Umbrella Sakti, and because this is the first item auctioned, then for Umbrella Pelati Petal I opened the price starting from a bronze piece.”

“Sekeping gold!” Someone is bidding.

“Two gold pieces!”

“Four gold pieces!”

“You're all crazy, a hundred gold pieces!”

“Two hundred gold pieces!”

“Five hundred gold pieces!”