Chapter 105: I’m sorry
“!!” Tyr slightly opened his mouth, slowly lifting his head!
Arena stood in the center of the stage, the magical girl who was about to perform also stopped her preparations at this moment, obviously startled.
Not only the people on stage, but also the judges and the audience below were all so scared that for a moment, not even a crow could be heard.
What is this guy doing!!
Tyr widened his eyes, pondering over what Arena had just said.
Could it be that he wants to sell himself to redeem his sins with money? Thinking that he has no value, so he uses valuable things to repay his mistakes?
At this moment, someone finally spoke from the audience below.
“Elf, it’s an elf!”
“This is the first time in my life seeing an elf!”
“Wait, can elves participate in the Magic Contest?”
“Wait, she seemed to have said she wants to sell herself.”
“Yeah, she seems to be the slave of that black-masked warrior.”
“Haha, he just wants to use the elf to get the recommendation letter. Now that there seems to be no hope, he’s auctioning her off on the spot. It could significantly increase her value. That one named ‘123’ is quite cunning!”
“I bid 150,000 gold coins!!” At this moment, a fat and ugly-looking man with greedy eyes shouted loudly, his sharp voice startling everyone!
“Two hundred thousand!” Unconsciously, a suited old man bid, accompanied by several beautiful maids. From their aura, each one seemed to be a formidable expert.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand!” Once again, the man who had spoken earlier, the one prepared to report Arena’s group for cheating in the first round, spoke up. The girl he had once held in high regard now found herself in such a situation, causing him to furrow his brow slightly, intensifying his dislike for Tyr.
“The competition is still ongoing. Please have some self-awareness.”
A terrifying pressure spread out, suppressing the audience below. The previously noisy audience immediately quieted down. When their attention turned to the stage, Simira had already stood up first.
“Arena.”
“Yes…” Arena faced Simira with a pale face, and the tears she had been holding back began to flow again.
Simira furrowed her brow slightly, and the other judges didn’t rush to speak either, all wanting to see what this respected elder had in mind.
“I admire your talent. Although you are an elf, it’s not something to be discriminated against. Be my disciple, and no one will dare to bother you again!”
This statement immediately caused a stir in the whole venue. Who was Simira, the Sanctuary Mage? A genius inventor of his generation, his contributions even indebted to the gods themselves. If Simira spoke up to protect someone, even if it angered the gods, they would have to think twice. So, becoming Simira’s disciple was like getting a free pass to life, as long as one didn’t commit anything egregiously wrong, they could live under Simira’s protection for the rest of their lives.
However, to the astonishment of everyone present, Arena spoke up in such a manner.
“Master Simira, how much money can I give to become your disciple?”
“… ” Simira’s expression slowly darkened, her gaze shifting towards Tyr, who was seated among the VIPs, and she gave a cold laugh.
“Good tactics!”
Tyr felt a chill running through his body. Just now, he had been thoroughly scanned by Simira’s perception, and the sensation was as if he could die at any moment! It was only because Simira, as a Sanctuary Mage, disdained to crush him that he managed to keep his life.
By the time Tyr dared to breathe again, his whole body was soaked in sweat, his face pale, and the face beneath the mask had become contorted. This wasn’t due to fear but rather anger at his own powerlessness.
If it weren’t for the circumstances, that old man might have killed him already, simply because of the chain reaction caused by driving Arena away.
What he had thought was an insignificant matter had almost irreparable consequences due to Arena’s intentions and Simira’s appreciation of her.
Tyr clenched his fists, blood oozing out.
Simira then turned her gaze towards Arena and said calmly.
“I won’t give him any money, and you don’t need to fear him. Follow me, and even if he poisons you or swears by the gods, I have a way to make him help you unravel it.”
“No, if you can’t give the Master any money, then I can’t become your disciple. I’m sorry, Master Simira.”
For a moment, the entire venue fell silent once again!
