Abyss Summoner

The auction hall is located in the center of Dengshi City, where a grand banquet is taking place.

It is divided into two parts: one is the bustling hall at the entrance, with ornate stone slabs engraved with patterns. This is a bar where powerful beings from various races can indulge in food and wine. Additionally, some beautiful elves and enchanting demons are resting nearby; they possess alluring figures, and the cost for a night’s favor is not cheap. However, if you have a certain charm, those ladies might not only waive the fee but also gift you a generous red envelope afterward.

Thus, there are two factions here: one comprises wealthy upstarts who love to spend money for pleasure, and the other consists of gentlemanly males, sitting poised and waiting for those [mermaids] to take the bait.

Where there are women, there is joy.

Men from any dimension are easily satisfied.

The requirements here are minimal; you only need to pay a certain entrance fee to enter. As you move forward past the bar, there is a deep corridor, a realm claimed by Dengshi City’s so-called upper-class individuals.

It’s akin to the VIP lounges in some casinos, where only those meeting certain status and wealth criteria have the right to enter.

Reaching the end, one sees a lavishly decorated banquet hall. It is equally crowded here, but as opposed to the slightly flamboyant bar-goers, even the weakest are above silver level, while dozens of intimidating auras make ordinary folks dare not breathe deeply.

Legendary figures!

Undoubtedly, they are the true protagonists of this banquet!

Those beings below gold level understand well that the divine artifact is beyond their reach. They mostly attend just to broaden their horizons.

In the hall, guests gather in groups of threes and fives, either sitting or standing, exchanging various matters. This scene resembles a casual charity gala.

Yet the appearance of the guests is quite eerie. If a wandering soul were to trespass here, they might think they’ve entered the mythical Netherworld Purgatory, surrounded by roaming ghosts!

As discussions grew livelier, heavy footsteps resounded, and from the corner of the platform emerged a stout gray dwarf.

Gordon!

Dengshi City owes its current prosperity to a council of six legendary figures, with the council’s face being this simply dressed gray dwarf.

His sparse eyebrows and light blue eyes mark him as an ordinary middle-aged gray dwarf, but knowing his age would leave most shocked.

His actual age has surpassed a hundred, though the precise number is harder to determine. Gray dwarves have an average lifespan of ninety to one hundred and thirty years. Regardless of Gordon’s specific age, it’s undeniable he has entered old age. Oddly, his face glows brightly aside from a few fine wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, making him appear middle-aged and far from displaying the decline expected.

Chen Feng stood amidst the crowd, his blackened eyes fixed on Gordon. In the ensuing time, this seemingly ordinary gray dwarf might cause a dreadful disaster, compelling Chen Feng to meticulously observe every action and expression.

Perhaps it isn’t full knowledge of the enemy, for the information is too superficial, yet knowing some details is better than being utterly blind.

"Thank you all for attending this feast. I believe everyone is anticipating the sub-divine artifact, yet allow me to keep you on your toes; it will be auctioned last as the grand finale. Before then, I will offer various excellent items for sale, and I hope every friend leaves satisfied."

Despite Gordon’s cordial words, few strong men responded. Even knowing he is the chairman here, Gordon’s reputation isn’t praiseworthy. His low tactics during the Swan Race’s downfall are vividly remembered. If possible, none would engage too much with this genuine smiling tiger.

No one knows whether he would jump up and snap their necks when inattentive!

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Gordon left the stage, and Chen Feng’s gaze followed him until he disappeared.

"Is this the Council Leader?"

"He’s a formidable presence, though he appears akin to an old farmer, possessing a strong aura, even when deliberately suppressed, a hint of it still leaks out."

"Moreover, he exudes confidence, maintaining self-assurance even when facing legendary customers. It’s akin to innate strength; even when feigning affinity, there remains an inherent disdain radiating from deep within!"

"He disparages those before him as a human might regard ants, devoid of any respect. It’s strange; he’s only of legendary level, nowhere near epic level, yet against same-level opponents, is this gaze normal?"

It’s akin to a person who, despite sharing similar household, work situation, continually disdain the colleagues around them unless they have a flawed character or are socioeconomically comfortable due to familial mine ownership, holding unimaginable wealth.

In this way, understanding becomes easier, as everyone strives for a livelihood of a few thousand yuan, while the other acts as a spectator, disregarding a paycheck. That few thousand yuan isn’t even enough for a genuine Japanese meal, an emotion transcending human comprehension.

With drunken populace, I alone stay sober.

It might be this experience.

Chen Feng’s brows furrowed deeper; Gordon made a deliberate mask earlier, which neither ordinary people nor legendary figures could detect. But Chen Feng, being a Summoner and having consumed numerous Soul Stones while suppressing a second personality, has shockingly elevated Spiritual Power levels.

In an intense Spiritual Power concentration, he could discern subtle clues; is Gordon’s disdainful demeanor a significant discovery?

This incident further confirms Chen Feng’s hypothesis.

Either Gordon conceals real strength and is an epic figure, or behind him stands a genuine pillar, one enabling him to disdain same-level and even superior foes.

It’s a choice between the two.

Chen Feng leans towards the second possibility, that Gordon is backed by someone.