THE STORY OF HEROES AND DEMONS
Gifts

At each auction, the first items to be displayed are only dime or have a small commercial value.

As it is now, behind the curtain the host conjures up a stone statue in the form of a royal warlord five hundred years ago made of jade.

"Well for the opening price, we start at 300 gold coins."

"310."

"A good start." The host smiled happily.

"330." Continue others.

"Good indeed, up twenty gold coins, does anyone dare to be even higher..."

"350 gold coins."

For sculpture art collectors and understand the benefits of jade they will not hesitate to make high offers to get it.

But Zen was clearly not interested, even he was more interested in the five VIP guest figures in one room.

First was the white-bearded old man who was busy enjoying the liquor.

The second is a long-horned female demon with all-minimalist clothes, even that does not deserve to be called clothes.

Third is the demon of the Gouna people, Zen can know that because the wings and long claw nails are not hidden at all.

The four were most likely members of the royal family from the top surface, seen with the luxurious clothes and all the trinkets of accessories she used.

There was a fifth person that made Zen feel strange, he only used underwear and a burly body filled with tattoos.

As long as everyone in the lower hall was busy taking care of the stone statue and asking each other a price.

The middle-aged old man poured the drink in a Zen glass.

He was so relaxed, laughing loosely, downing all the hard water in one gulp, then laughing back as if to be the happiest person.

"Hurry up for a drink or you can't enjoy this happiness." Forced the old man.

"I don't like the happiness that makes my head woozy." Zen replied with a refusal.

"What do you think your life has been for ?." Reply with anger.

Complicated Zen replied..."That's a trick question, but I don't live just to get drunk."

"See you coward, look I've even finished eight bottles."

"The old man should know his limits, it would be troublesome if you suddenly died suddenly." Zen gave a warning about the health of this old man.

"Don't think, don't think, you'll lose a lot of things when you think about the unnecessary."

"Hmmm this time I agree."

Zen tried to honor the old man and drank a glass, but as he knew, as much as he drank wine, wine or alcohol 100% it did not have any effect if the ability of physical resistance to poison was still activated.

The first item had been completed, where the jade statue was sold for up to 730 gold coins, already double the initial price set.

"Well for the second item we auctioned was armor or combat armor of high quality platinum metal and was made by the famous weapons craftsman in the central mainland, Empu Silatu Zang."

Zen was still not interested, what he could create was even better than that armor.

"As the starting price, we start at 600 gold coins."

"630."

"700."

"It seems like someone is so enthusiastic about having a battle armor made by the master Silatu Zang, is there anything else ?."

"710 gold coins."

The old man beside him started talking again, but this time he looked like he was sulking.

"Hey young man, do you want to hear my story." He said after finishing one bottle at a time.

"No..." Answer Zen.

"I said no." Zen murmured patting his head dizzy.

"You know, my seventh wife wants to celebrate our wedding anniversary..."

Zen was surprised to hear the statement that this old man had seven wives, and still wanted to celebrate his wedding anniversary.

The old man started telling stories...."I was at a loss to choose a proper reward, which is why I came to this auction house. But still I'm confused as to what gift to give young man if you can help me find something interesting for him."

"Old man, it's your wife, why should I bother myself to look for gifts."

"Come on, my wife's age and you're both young, so maybe you know what she likes." The answer was a happy laugh.

"You're too drunk old man, think your wife is a young woman." Zen felt he was just bragging.

"I'm not drunk, he's really young."

Once again Zen was surprised, stating that his wife was the same age as him, of course there was a reason why he married an old man.

"So do you have any ideas ?."

"Longest possible." Zen answered and then laughed.

"I have a lot of money, without the need for him to ask for an inheritance, my wife can buy whatever she wants."

"Old man, if your wife loves you, even if you give her a lizard, she'll be happy." Zen laughed to himself.

"really ?."

"It's just a parable, don't think he really wants a lizard."

The second item has been sold for a fairly expensive price to penetrate 1,200 gold coins. It was so fantastic, even Zen did not expect that just a suit of armor could bring huge profits.

For the next time, the host also took out the SS category demon beast soul stone, which was Zen's stone.

"Now that we have a rare SS-category demon beast soul stone, just look at its size, bright color and the scent of energy so thick, it would be a loss if you missed this opportunity."

People nodded in agreement and it appeared that they were interested in getting it.

"We're open at the price of 1,000 gold coins."

"1,010 gold coins."

"1,030 gold coins."

"1.100."

Zen felt that he could open up the opportunity to gain more profit.

Actually a simple way is to raise value by bidding on himself. But this is going to be very risky.

Where when the highest price comes from Zen and others cannot afford to bid more, he must pay the agreed price, then cut the administrative costs. It was clearly a loss.

But on the Zen side there are people who might be interested.

"Old man, have you ever thought of giving your wife a gift of sculpted statues of demon beast soul stones ?." Zen said to the old man.

"No, I just thought I'd give him a pair of birds, a jewel ring or a pair of*********silk." The answer.

Zen was not left thinking of the last gift that the old man mentioned..."Well then, try to use my idea, it's not wrong."

"All right."

Suddenly the old man stood up, he brandished a hand as a sign in order to be able to bid a price.

The old man who was drunk turned out to be easily manipulated enough to be willing to compete with those people to get the price of his demon beast soul stone.

Zen casually downed the drink in the glass.

"The highest price is still 1,450 gold coins, does anyone dare to propose more prices ?."

"Three thousand gold coins." The old man said without hesitation.

Instantly a burst of water came out of Zen's mouth surprised to hear the nominal that the old man proposed.