303: The blessing of the goddess of fate

Chapter 302: The Destiny Goddess's Blessing

Jinna subconsciously looked at Afra, her breathing uncontrollably quickening. She felt an inexplicable excitement about to erupt.

Jinna was waiting, waiting for Afra's bid.

Soon, Afra unhurriedly extended a beautiful index finger, the gem ring on it emitting a dazzling light.

The staff member responsible for calling out bids was a little nervous, asking in a low voice, "Lady Afra, is... is it another ten million gold coins?"

"No," Afra said indifferently, casually, "It's one hundred million."

Jinna, who was beside her, almost fainted upon hearing this. She trembled, forcefully suppressing the excitement in her heart, and desperately managed her expression.

A transaction price exceeding one hundred million gold coins – this had never happened since the creation of stone gambling. Jinna momentarily wondered if she was dreaming.

The auctioneer felt his throat dry, but he still strained his voice and shouted down, "One hundred fifty-three million gold coins!!"

Even the most professional auctioneer couldn't help but utter a quaver when shouting out such a terrifying number.

At this moment, the auction hall was completely silent. All the nobles and wealthy merchants showed expressions of shock, their eyes wavering as they looked up at the VIP box where Afra was located.

Is this still stone gambling?

One hundred fifty-three million gold coins – that's even enough to buy a piece of ten-thousand-year true ice of slightly poorer quality!

Such an exaggerated price increase made everyone believe that the bidding for this fourth magic stone was already over.

The nine-figure sky-high price was daunting. Without the resolve to lose everything, it was absolutely impossible to participate in this brutal slaughter.

Everyone knew that after today, Bit City, and even the entire Eternal Frost Forest, would be buzzing about this spectacular stone gamble.

"Dick... this, this..."

Leon retreated, moving away from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Afra's price increase frightened him. His originally firm gaze also became wavering.

A single bid increase of millions or tens of millions was already exciting enough. Who just adds one hundred million directly? Is this... is this right?

Dick also stood up from the recliner, his brow furrowed. He felt that something was wrong, that there was a big problem.

So, he immediately ordered Anberer'er in his mind, "Go take a look at the other VIP box. I want to know the identity of that mysterious rich person."

"Oh, oh, I'll go right away!"

Anberer'er immediately flew towards the box where Afra was located. She could clearly feel that things were getting a bit out of control.

Dick's usually calm expression was rarely replaced by a hint of solemnity. Every time it became like this, something big would happen.

Soon, Anberer'er sent a reply.

"Master, I saw a very beautiful female Elf. Her hair is a pink I've never seen before, and her clothes aren't in the Northern style either..."

Listening to Anberer'er's telepathic message, Dick's pupils contracted. Combined with that exaggerated bidding style, he instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

An Elf with pink hair... there's only one kind in this world, and that's a Flower Elf, the behind-the-scenes controller of the Elf Gold Firm!

No wonder it's so outrageous, no wonder it's so obscenely rich, no wonder it's so suffocating.

So, they're ridiculously wealthy!

No, saying they're ridiculously wealthy isn't enough to describe the Flower Elf Clan!

They created the world's largest financial institution, holding the economic lifeblood of the world. Such power is no longer something a mere single race, country, or region can contend with.

If the bidding opponent is a Flower Elf, then Dick has reason to believe that no matter if he says one billion, ten billion, or one hundred billion, she can continue to match!

In the realm of money power, no one can surpass a Flower Elf, no one!

"One hundred fifty-three million, going once!"

"One hundred fifty-three million, going twi——ce!"

Seeing that Leon was slow to speak, the auctioneer could only follow the procedure and make the final announcement.

"Dick, what should we do? Do we... do we give up?"

Looking at the bewildered Leon, Dick smiled slightly, sat back down on the soft sofa, and said slowly, "Do you know, there's a most important technique in bidding."

"Tech... nique?"

Leon muttered, tilting his head to look at Dick.

"It's knowing when to advance and when to retreat, my friend," Dick picked up the wine pot, poured Leon a cup of hot wine, and exhaled lightly, saying, "We must know when to cut our losses, whether it's our wallet or our face."

Knowing there are tigers on the mountain yet insisting on going there is not Dick's style.

What's more, this was a bidding war they were bound to lose, with no chance of winning at all.

Although Dick could have put on a show, bid a few hundred billion or trillion, and ultimately make Afra suffer a huge loss.

But such a simple and obvious strategy couldn't possibly fool a shrewd Flower Elf.

What if Leon bid a sky-high price that was impossible to pay, and then Afra didn't match and just gave up? In the end, Dick would suffer a massive loss.

The reason Flower Elves could become the wealthiest race in the world is because of their unparalleled business acumen.

Dick didn't want to end up lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot, being tricked by Afra.

Since they couldn't win anyway, they might as well stop immediately to avoid risk.

Dick was always clear in his mind: bidding was just a means, not the ultimate goal!

There are many ways to collect the remaining three types of ten-thousand-year true ice. Openly spending money to buy them is merely just one of them.

Isn't swindling, stealing, and swapping also a good way to achieve the goal?

"One hundred fifty-three million, going thr——ee times!"

"Sold!!!"

Seeing that Leon had remained silent, the auctioneer finally announced the transaction price for this fourth true ice rough stone.

For a moment, the entire auction hall completely erupted. Almost no one could withstand such excitement. All the nobles and wealthy merchants present witnessed a historic scene.

"Oh my Snow Goddess..."

"These outsiders are really outrageous. I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've seen such a high transaction price..."

"Still too reckless. This price is enough to buy a piece of ten-thousand-year true ice directly..."

"If this quality can yield true ice of a thousand years or more, I'll eat it directly..."

"Not cool, man, you haven't eaten the one from last time yet."

Soon, many people realized that this was just a stone gamble. Spending one hundred fifty-three million to buy a stone of unknown quality was in itself a foolish act.

Afra's expression was calm, completely unconcerned about the discussions below. She just said softly to Jinna, "Open the stone. Whether it's good or bad, Fate has its own arrangement."

It is known throughout the world that Flower Elves are the race that believes in Fate the most. They are proficient in various prophetic secret arts such as divination and stargazing, and are the most devout followers of the Destiny Goddess.

Whether encountering natural disasters or man-made calamities, or encountering great opportunities, Flower Elves will not experience any emotional fluctuations. Even if death is imminent, they will accept it calmly.

Before long, as the staff member cut it, stone fragments flew, the true ice rough stone shrank circle by circle, and a shining purple appeared.

"It's a hit! It really is a hit! It's purple extreme ice gemstone, and it's ten-thousand-year grade!"

"It's hard to imagine getting two hits in one stone gamble..."

"Hmph, so what? At most, it's just breaking even. They spent one hundred fifty million..."

Suddenly, the noise in the hall came to an abrupt halt. Everyone, including the auctioneer and the cutting staff member, froze in place.

Because behind a layer of purple ten-thousand-year true ice, two other colors were actually hidden: gold and red!

Clearly, this was a three-color rough stone. Inside were three different types of ten-thousand-year true ice. Judging by their quality and size, they were worth at least ten figures!

It wasn't until this moment that Afra's indifferent pretty face finally showed a change. The corner of her mouth curved slightly as she looked at the dumbfounded Jinna and chuckled softly, "The Destiny Goddess always blesses me."