Liam’s head quickly swerved to the side. The person who had declared that amount was a child no later than ten, accompanied by an older man whom he presumed to be his father. What would a child want with a blade if not for childish fantasies? Liam decided that he must get that blade no matter the cost.
“It’s a rusty old thing for such an amount,” Jennie said beside him. “I’m beginning to see what you mean about rich people fetishizing things that aren't necessary.”
“Nothing is too expensive for that blade, Jennie,” he answered her.
“Whoa, such an active young man!” The auctioneer laughed into the microphone. “Is anyone going to top it? This blade was used by lords of Vikings and kings to slaughter the necks of enemies. Do I hear eight million?”
“Eight point five!” Someone announced.
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