The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 63

Episode 63. They do auctions together (2)

‘That guy’s auctions are really shit!’

Everyone at the auction house thought.

SunfengSunfeng Blooming resentment. A surge of regret. Why is it that he is not a member of the royal family? How is it that my father is not an emperor? I was able to briefly enjoy the newly emerging doubts about the class-based society and the desire(?) to realize an equal society.

And everyone realized.

‘If that person is the crown prince… then this is wrong. ‘Hey Mr.!’

I opened it, I opened it.

This is a ruined version. The market of Cremo, like no one else, came rushing in. The mayor used the title ‘His Royal Highness the Crown Prince’ to the extreme. In the empire, impersonating a member of the royal family is punishable by death.

So that means?

The mayor of Cremo went crazy for a moment. I took medicine that I shouldn’t have taken. I was completely immersed in menopausal depression that suddenly came upon me. For other reasons, he felt skeptical about life and began to pursue novel methods of suicide.

If it weren’t for that story, the market wouldn’t have behaved like that. No one would officially give someone the title ‘His Royal Highness the Crown Prince’ in front of everyone.

‘So, His Royal Highness… is correct. ‘Tsk!’

A sigh deeper and richer than highly concentrated espresso came out of everyone’s mouths.

In fact, the people here at the monster auction house were not ordinary people. Most of them were people with a certain level of financial power and social status. A small or medium-sized nobleman. Either a businessman or a top-tier businessman. He was a landowner with a large amount of land.

Therefore, he knew the fear of power better than anyone else. It was possible to immediately calculate what kind of trouble one’s family, business, or land would experience if one were to fall outside the eyes of those in power.

‘Huh. ‘I guess I’ll have to give up on this collection.’

‘Tsk! I was trying to make some profit by selling it again at Namaran.’

‘I’m sorry honey. ‘I’ll buy you a different birthday present this time!’

Rich people who were passionate about Minotaur auctions. One by one, they started shaking their hands. A song of 60,000 Magen sung by Rakiel. No one asked for a higher price.

The auction house, which was originally quiet like a library, has now become even quieter, like a listening test room. The auctioneer’s gaze passed between the silent spaces.

The auctioneer looked in all directions. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price? I looked in all directions, north, south, east and west. I bit my lip out of nervousness.

‘This auction shouldn’t end here!’

The auctioneer shouted inwardly.

I meant it.

It was a special Minotaur for sale. It was twice as big as a normal Minotaur. I can’t believe I had to bid on such a huge property for only 60,000 Mazen. It was so sad and wasteful. But still no one showed any sign of stepping forward.

‘Is this the end…!’

A sigh appeared in the corners of the auctioneer’s eyes. But that was right then.

Sigh.

A time when no one expected it. That was when everyone was lamenting the crown prince’s abuse of power. Someone lifted the blackboard.

[Gwyneth Deschamps: 70000 Magen]

“…!”

The auctioneer’s eyes widened. The eyes of those who withdrew from the auction also widened. Rakiel’s heart, who was confident of victory, also sank.

‘what? 70,000 Mazen?’

Rakiel was surprised. He cast his gaze towards the person who had just lifted the blackboard. A thin old man with a strict look was there.

‘Who is it?’

It was a face I didn’t know. However, the murmur of people around them revealed the identity of the old man.

“Isn’t that Gwyneth?”

“You mean Gwyneth?”

“You know. “It’s a great prize to receive the generous support of the king of the southern Amboise royal family.”

“…aha. Gwyneth, the Colossus of Amboise?”

Gwyneth, the colossus of Amboise. Rakiel perked up his ears. The buzzing continued to pound on my cochlea.

“haha. Gwyneth, the great merchant of Amboise, would not bow down even in front of His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“That’s right. “After all, we are not citizens of the imperial family.”

“Strictly speaking… I see. Since he is a top manager belonging to our rival country, there is no need to worry about what our imperial family thinks.”

“you’re right. In this case, if His Royal Highness puts pressure on him with his power, there are concerns that it could lead to a diplomatic dispute.”

…is that how it happens?

The murmur around continued.

“But isn’t that Gwyneth our hope now?”

“Why is that so?”

“A savior who will defeat His Highness the shameless Crown Prince!”

“…Hey, shush. “Your voice is too loud.”

“yes?”

“His Royal Highness, according to the rumors I heard, the ending is a bit… long.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s right. So be careful. “By any chance, if your Majesty hears it, what are you going to do about it?”

…I can hear everything.

Rakiel swallowed his appetite. Thanks to the whispers around me, I was able to figure out the identity of the skinny old man.

‘To sum it up, it means that because he is a foreign businessman, my authority does not work.’

Rachiel glanced at the old man. The old Colossus Gwyneth also looked this way. Our eyes were intertwined in the air. At that moment, Rakiel felt it. That old man is no ordinary person. But I had no intention of backing down.

‘I will definitely get that Minotaur in my hands!’

Squeak!

I made up my mind and wrote 71,000 Magen on the blackboard. And I thought. There are still plenty of bullets left. Even if that side is a foreign giant, this side won’t be easy either. This person is the crown prince of the empire.

‘So attack as much as you want! Come here!’

Rachiel lifted the blackboard and strengthened her resolve. No matter what tricks I use, I will definitely win. I will win unconditionally. I had a firm resolve.

♣

… failed.

It just failed spectacularly.

‘Fuck shit shit.’

As he left the auction house, Rachiel looked up at the sky. And then I remembered the number I saw a little while ago.

[Gwyneth Deschamps: 250,000 Mazen]

It was the number written on the blackboard held up by Gwyneth, the great merchant of the Kingdom of Amboise. Fierce competition? There was nothing like that.

This was as soon as 71000 Magen was used. Gwyneth chuckled as she looked at this and lifted up the blackboard. The asking price used there was a whopping 250,000 Magen. In this way, the oversized Minotaur was sold for 250,000 Mazen and placed in Gwyneth’s arms(?).

So what about this side? I had to watch the Minotaur being delivered after winning the bid with a bitter feeling, like looking at an ex-girlfriend who has a new boyfriend. Damian even poured oil on it.

“Still, I’m so glad you lost, Your Majesty.”

“huh?”

Are you glad you lost? I wondered what was going on. Damian added with a sour expression on his face.

“It is too inefficient to pour all the 100,000 Magen we have prepared into one Minotaur.”

“Does this mean it’s not cost-effective?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Besides-”

“Besides?”

“If you squander the funds in such an inefficient manner, there will be a situation where you will not be able to pay me enough salary.”

“omg.”

Rakiel stuck out his tongue. How dare you say something like that in front of me? Damian, I thought, this guy is definitely not a normal person.

‘There was an obsession with money in Demon King, but in reality, it’s even worse.’

A bitter smile came out.

A rebuttal also came out naturally.

“Tsk. So, if I don’t get my salary on time and get pushed out, I’ll just kick it and leave?”

“yes.”

“…omg.”

“The only reason I stay by your side is because of a generous and stable salary. However, in a situation where those conditions are not met, there would be no reason to remain by His Majesty’s side.”

“I’m serious?”

“yes.”

“Still, I saved you from the underground gladiatorial arena, but aren’t you grateful for that?”

“Of course there is. But those feelings are separate from the salary issue.”

“Are gratitude in your heart and money separate?”

“of course.”

Damien nods as if it were obvious. The guy said as if driving a wedge.

“Actually, with my skills, I can make more money than my current salary wherever I go.”

“….”

Rachiel was speechless. I couldn’t think of anything to refute that guy’s words. Because it was an obvious fact, truth, and fact.

‘Yes, that’s right. Damian had already reached the intermediate level of a sword expert during this period of the Demon Sword Emperor in the novel.’

Sword Expert Intermediate.

If it was great, it was at a great level, and if it was common, it was at a level that could be common. The cutoff line to become a royal guard knight. In local fiefdoms, it is possible to discuss the position of the strongest. That was the position of intermediate sword expert.

But what about Damian?

‘It was outside the standard.’

Reflexes that surpass those of ordinary humans. An innate sense of handling a sword. And a fighting spirit that borders on wildness. Even though he was an intermediate sword expert, he was able to fight on equal footing with strong players one level higher.

In other words, in reality, he already had the skills of a sword expert at this time.

‘The upper level of Sword Expert… is a level that puts you right on the verge of becoming a Sword Master. People who stand on the border between humans and superhumans. ‘I heard it was at the expert level.’

With that level of skill, he would be considered the strongest even in a large mercenary group. How much money does such an S-class mercenary make in a year?

‘It’s a huge level. What salary am I getting now? You can earn that much. No, if things go well and your reputation increases, you can expect to earn more than that.’

In fact, Damian at the beginning of the novel Demon Sword Emperor made money like that. So his declaration will never be false. The moment when I feel that the salary this company gives me is not enough. Or the moment your salary is delayed even a little. He will leave without any regrets.

‘…That’s a bit troublesome.’

Damian, the main character I cheered on while reading the novel Demon Sword Emperor. Is there anything in this world more reassuring than having him by your side? Moreover, considering his future growth potential, the number one talent he would absolutely want to keep by his side was Damien.

‘Because the strongest person in the world will be my bodyguard.’

Suddenly, the plot of the original Demon Sword Emperor came to mind.

Rachiel dies. The emperor falls. The 2nd prince becomes emperor. The empire collapses due to war. Something extreme like that won’t happen here, but you don’t know how people work.

‘So, think of it as insurance and keep it by your side at all costs.’

Moreover, that is not the only reason to keep him by your side. He must enjoy a stable life by my side. That way everyone will be happy and safe.

Remembering that fact, Rakiel made a promise to herself. He smiled brightly at Damian.

“Don’t worry. “There will never be any delay in salary.”

“…Can I trust you?”

“of course.”

“But considering that you used such a mean trick at the auction house, I don’t trust you that much…” “

…”

“Seeing that you were defeated so cruelly even after using a trick, I don’t trust you that much…” “

… .”

“But seeing that you are still shamelessly confident, I don’t trust you that much…”

“…kehehe.”

Let’s go to the official residence and get some sleep. Let’s relieve the travel fatigue that has accumulated over the years. It’s also a shame to lose at an auction after using a trick. After being assaulted and even bombarded by Damien, I felt so bitter that my reflux esophagitis was getting worse.

If another Minotaur comes up for sale tomorrow, be sure to buy it. Rakiel didn’t know because he was swallowing his bloody tears and promises. The fact that losing at today’s auction will be a blessing in disguise. There is also the fact that a serious and dangerous change that no one has noticed is taking place in the oversized Minotaur that the great merchant Gwyneth has purchased.

Also, what kind of nuclear benefit will that change bring to you tonight?