Muimui-tan

- One...

"You look wonderful, La... Noalzy"

Fallin praises me for leaving the room. I guess so, I guess so. Isn't that cool!

"The auction starts. - So the top of the line is here? Mmm."

Halma still seems to be roaring.

"Harma, you don't have time for this, do you? Show me quickly."

Look at this one like Halma was much more surprised to hear me say it.

"Wow, I'm sorry - it is. I'll show you soon."

Halma looks right back and walks out like she hastened without even checking this one out. I don't know, it feels tempered. Is it okay?

We follow after Harma, we go upstairs just like last time, and we sit in the reserved seats. This time we can sit tight.

A supplier brings a drink to go with it.

"Then the auction will begin - I will exchange bids on my behalf."

Well, is it okay if I leave that area to Halma?

Many merchants, chambers of commerce, could be seen in our surrounding seats. Whoa, guys, with the money. Right.

Many merchants also gathered under the balcony and seemed to be waiting for the auction to begin now or now with their drinks in their hands.

"Hmm, the Noalgie Chamber of Commerce? I thought you were going to be late."

As I watched downstairs, I heard those words coming from next to my seat. Mm, how many!?

"I heard something, but what does it mean?

When I turned to your seat and skipped the words, I was changing my expression from a bruised look to a surprised face by the old Puppets sitting in my seat.

"Yes, no, that's it. That's the one who doesn't come and say hello to me, the leading chamber of commerce."

"Busy," he said?

Every time I uttered a word, my old man was twitching and swimming his eyes. - I don't know.

"Master Noalgie. It's the Dorado Chamber of Commerce. It's said to be the largest unincorporated chamber of commerce in the Empire."

Fallin, who was sitting next to me, told me secretly. Heh, yeah. Fallin is excellent. In comparison, type 14 sitting next to the other just looks at the other guy like he made a fool of himself, somehow, somehow. The unfortunate puffiness of Mr. Fourteen stands out just because Fallin is competent.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Dorado Chamber of Commerce, I didn't understand the promise of the emerging Chamber of Commerce. Sorry."

I just apologized for the shape for now.

"Wow, you just have to know. Hmm."

A turban-wrapped old man, who also seemed to be the greatest flutter in the Dorado Chamber of Commerce, put his arms around his belly and said that. Bullshit. Bullshit. You mean wealthy enough to get fat?

- Two...

"We will now begin the auction with this. Let's start with this product!

A man in an Arabic outfit who stood on stage spoke in a voice that could be heard all the way over the balcony. Hmm, I wonder if you're amplifying your voice with magic or something. It's a clear and understandable voice.

"Today, the first item will be 'Ancient Bells'. This has become a mysterious magic apparatus passed down to our country, and it will be such a dated product with unknown uses, unknown official names, unable to be appraised in any way!

He brings a small bell in a trolley carried by a colorful sister who concealed her face with a thin cloth to such an extent that she could not see her expression. Ooh, that's the ancient bell.

"All we know about this product is that it is unique. You know the value of the Unique Merchant Chambers!

All right, I'll see you through with these red eyes!

[Fairy Bell 3]

[The third fairy bell of all eight. Clear the way to the Eight Great Labyrinths' Two Towers']

You said, hit it! I don't know, I wish I was lucky. Is this what you do every day, too? Do it!

But the anxiety is that it has three. You're not gonna tell me to collect eight, are you? Exactly, I don't feel like I can collect it for a bit... Then don't put the 'Two Towers' offense behind you.

"Well, the starting price for this item today is 3,200 gold coins! It starts with 3,200!

All right, you start with 3,200 gold coins properly.

"Harma, I'd like to bid."

"Huh!?

Harma was surprised by my words.

"No bids? Ladies and gentlemen, no bids?

"Halma, bid."

"Wow, I get it"

Hearing my words, Halma took some kind of white flagged little stick out of her nostrils like she panicked, raised it high and was waving it.

"There he is! Dear Noalgie Chamber of Commerce, It's a bid!

Oh, is this the bid? Now we have the fairy bell. Hey, I thought I'd look around for more and make a big deal out of it, and you could've easily solved it with money. Well, that's a wacky amount of about a billion dollars. I can't think about it since I was saying it in old copper coins and silver coins.

"Is there anybody else? No bids?

Really, man.

"Dear Dorado Chamber of Commerce, That's a bid! I've got 3,201 pieces!

To?

I look next door unexpectedly.

Next door he looked at this one and laughed dimly, as Turban's old man had won. What do you mean?

Certainly a guide from the Narin Nation, who I believe is on the Dorado Chamber of Commerce, is waving with a white and purple flag.

Is this, like, arresting or harassing?

"Farin, can you still afford it?

Fallin snorts forcefully at my words. And it tells me how many of them are. This is something I'm not sure I can get. Can you lose?

"Harma, you could have increased the number of 800 or more by more than eight, right?

Listen to my words. Halma shudders and nods as if she sensed something.

"Bid at 4,000."

"Ha, ha, no"

Yellow and two white flags wave as Halma trembles.

"of, Noalgie Chamber of Commerce, bidding at 4,000! We have 4,000 pieces in there!

The host screams like he's excited. It's better to make them think it's no use doing any more of these auctions because they can win the bid quickly. You should attack them all at once in numbers that break their hearts!

"Noalgie Chamber of Commerce, it's 4,000 copies. Is there anything else?

Phew, just isn't this coming after you? Good, good.

"Now, at 4,000 copies of the Noalgie Chamber of Commerce... whoa"

Oh, my God.

"The Dorado Chamber of Commerce, bid on 4,001 pieces!

Wow, you suck. I chopped it with one piece.

Looking next door, I watched this one, as sloppy, sweaty turban old man beat his nose roughly.

Oh, my God!