The Arcadia System - Chapter 228

Many hours had gone by as Kimon and The Alchemist continued their conversation. Their mutual friend, Daniel, was nowhere to be seen.

Well, that was not true. They had once seen him on the stage talking to one of the auctioneers. Clearly, he was busy directing the details of the auction, leaving Kimon and The Alchemist alone for hours.

After another hour mark had reached, guests started to pour in profusely.

Kimon made sure to memorize the looks of each of them. If he had questions about their identity, the experienced Alchemist was just within hair reach.

There were a few he spotted that he mentally marked as dangerous.

For starters, he had finally caught the appearance of the dangerous leader of Black Hand. Just as he spied on this skinny man, the man looked back at the executive room with a smile that seemed to taunt whoever was on the other end of the stare-off.

Kimon quickly looked away and allowed the man to go. The man named Morcan was one to be dealt with carefully.

Another notable figure was the leader of the Venom Order, an unnamed lady that didn’t associate well with the rest of the Underworld.

However, her meek looks didn’t compliment the actions of her organization. Just yesterday, together with Morcan’s men, they had massacred the organization, Inferno Clan.

It was said that nothing was heard during this massacre and this first witness only saw the aftermath. The scene was filled with dead corpses writhing in pain despite their lack of life. The majority of them had died seated at a large dining table, while the minority had a few slashes on their neck, indicating that they were killed with bladed weapons.

This wasn’t the first of this act. In fact, this remained a repeat of their previous events.

All around Starhold Underworld, numerous organizations had been falling due to the joint hands of these two organizations.

So for them to show their faces in the event of a rival organization….Yeah, the lady, as well as Morcan, wasn’t normal.

Apart from the underworld bosses, some noble families made an appearance. Kimon noticed some of his academy friends.

However, the appearance that shocked him the most was that of two men. One, with a similar age to his, while the other one was middle-aged.

They wore a black-silver robe and covered their faces with a hood. Yet, their contained aura mixed well with the energy around.

As expected, a special person needs not to hide. They would always be indications in the surroundings, especially to sensitive people like Kimon.

Kimon asked, “Who are those people and why do the rest of the guests fear them?”

The Alchemist leaned in to whisper, “The Defense force. Do not stare. Those pesky knights of the King make it their life mission to keep an eye on all of our activities.”

Kimon frowned as yet again his stare was caught by the two hooded men. He looked away in the next second!

“Can they do that? Isn’t this an act of provocation?”

“Not necessarily. It’s an unspoken rule that the auction remains safe. Whoever breaks this rule would receive the ire of all the guests? However, whatever happens after the auction is all up to you. The Defense Force has only acted a few times. Every time, it was because someone went overboard with their activities.”

“Hmmm…..”

Kimon analyzed this information, ‘This is madness. To think that they would host many of their rivals and potential foes. There seem to be supreme rules that all the organizations and the defense force follow, but who knows how supreme it is? Black Hand and Venom Order have already broken most of the rules. Just how far are they willing to go this time?’

Looking at this massive cesspool of potential enemies, Kimon understood he had made a good decision to not bring anyone with him. He was only sure of his survival if a death battle erupted right here.

Luckily, The Alchemist saw through his thoughts, “Do not worry about the defense force? They are men of codes. Who you should be worried about are the other guys? I reckon by the end of today, you would be a hot commodity.”

It was clear The Alchemist was well informed, and he had already connected Kimon to the mysterious dragontail.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome once again to the monthly black auction!”

A lady, with a tight gown that parted ways from her waist to her leg, came on the stage. She held a device that reverberated her voice around the auction field.

“I’m your lovely host, Seren,” lightly bowed the lady.

Her experience clearly showed as she quickly quelled the noise in the background. Everyone’s eyes were kept on her body. Some of them found her to be desirable, especially the way her foxy brown eyes accentuated her skimpy dress and creamy skin. Whilst the others were just attracted by her cordial nature.

Seren danced around, “I see that I have caught your esteemed attention. Very well then, this auction shall now commence!”

The other presenters walked to the stage carrying a large stand with them.

They unveiled the stand, revealing a completely metallic armor with a gold sheen. Everything about it was majestic, from the helmet to the little armor pieces like the bracers.

“Yes. I’m sure we can all feel it. The deep history of this set. Truly, something of this vastness cannot be false.”

“My esteemed guest, before you, is Brunn’s Regret, an armor set for battlemages. This set is like none you have ever seen before. It belongs to the era of sins and its exact maker is unknown. However, if that was all, what made this set so special?”

“I’m honored to tell you Brunn’s Regrets belongs to a special class of battlemage’s armor, mainly useful to the elementalists. It grants increased compatibility with the wearer’s contracted spiritas or elemental. This will, in turn, produce purer spirit energy and augment the wearer’s spells. Yet, it doesn’t stop here.”

“Based on the information given by our research team, it is highly possible that the armor grants deeper interaction with the contracted spiritas or elemental. It is possible to attempt a spirit possession in this armor!”