David was uncertain whether he had drunk too much, but he did not react much to the fact that Linden had raised the bid by 50,000 gold coins. He was still hiccupping and shouting, "100,000 gold coins once! 100,000 gold coins twice! If no one else raises the bid, I'll strike the wooden gavel in my hand and this item's going to be owned by this gentleman."
The people present gnashed their teeth with hatred after hearing David's words, but they could not help but accept the result.
"Grandpa, look. It's that fire-attributed sorcerer from the front of the city gate."
Led by an old man in the crowd, a girl in her blue dress looked very excited when she saw Linden. "We met him again."
The girl, Nina, was a sorcerer.
"What a coincidence!"
The girl's grandfather was wearing a long white robe.
