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Chapter 358 The Items to be Auctioned?

Later that day, the sun went down.

Meanwhile, a person dressed all in black rode through the city\'s main streets, attracting attention wherever she went until she reached the main area of Millfall.

As she dismounted, this person with a hazy silhouette that was hard to make out had a veil over her face while carrying a rarely seen weapon, a spiked chain.

But perhaps the most striking thing was not her weapon and the darkness around her but her horse, an animal with glowing green eyes and several wounds that showed its bones and flesh.

\'Who is this person?\'

Several people wondered as they looked in the woman\'s direction as she walked towards a nearby inn.

Not only did the ordinary people of Millfall look at her strangely, but some visitors and important locals noticed her presence there as well.

\'An emissary of Miss Death?\' A green-haired woman in a luxurious carriage looked intently at that person while being at the side of her traveling companion and her fiancé.

"This person... She\'s a practitioner of the Dark Path." A young man with short yellow hair said as he looked in the same direction as his fiancée.

The green-haired woman\'s advisor commented. "That must be the case. But it\'s a bit strange for a Dark Path practitioner to appear in Millfall. Will there be Dark Path-compatible resources at this auction?"

There were no rules that said Dark Path practitioners were forbidden to enter cities or that they should be persecuted whenever possible.

Such persecution did happen, but it depended more on the local people\'s decisions than on organizations\' rules or decisions.

But it was a fact that Dark Path magicians avoided entering ordinary cities.

For one of them to come to such a place, there must be something of value there!

The woman said. "She wears the symbol of Miss Death. So, there must be some negative resource to be auctioned off. Otherwise, a Mid-level Mage from Death\'s Guard wouldn\'t come to this place."

"Miss Death?" The young blond narrowed his eyes. \'Isn\'t that the name of the woman who supposedly has powers over death? I\'ve heard that she can kill with a single glance.\' He shuddered at the thought of such a person.

While these people from Dryhaven watched this dark person walk around, a blue-haired woman from the city silently watched that woman as she stood next to her younger brother.

"This is going to be a problem for our sister." She commented to the young blue-haired teenager, both low-level Acolytes. "Someone like that brings trouble wherever she goes."

"Is that so, big sister? Sister Nova is mighty. Otherwise, she wouldn\'t have been appointed to temporarily run the local post." The young man said as he looked at the figure that seemed to be carrying death.

While these two of Nova\'s relatives were watching that person, a member of the local temple understood what was going on better than anyone else in the area.

\'Fear Anise... She must be here because of this plant. I\'ve heard that it will be one of the items auctioned off at the upcoming event.\' The local Assistant Temple Master thought to himself as he watched the Dark Path magician.

"Assistant Temple Master..." One of the local Priord opened her mouth but was soon interrupted by the leader of the local Awakening Temple.

"We are not going to do anything. We\'re too busy right now, and Miss Death hasn\'t crossed the line that would justify taking action against one of her men. For now, just watch.

Our priority is the auction. In addition to Fear Anise, Blister Avens, Draught of Mind Control, and Seal of Spirits are among the items to be auctioned off at the event in the next few days. We must focus on obtaining these artifacts and resources before worrying about others." The leader of the local temple said, pushing the Prior\'s thoughts away from action now.

Not only that, except for Assistant Temple Master Sim, the others beside him were mere Acolytes, while this woman was a Mage. To act against her meant to ask for reinforcements, which would be complicated for them now.

With the deaths of some of their colleagues from Ironcrest Temple and the investigations that had already begun against them, it would be difficult for these men to get reinforcements in the short term.

Only through the auction could they get the items they were interested in.

\'As long as we can buy these items, they\'ll be ours!\' The local Assistant Temple Master thought to himself, knowing that few would challenge the Congregation of Revelation.

As members of the local Awakening Temple, these people had limited support from their organization. If they wanted more, they would have to get more on their own by attending auctions and hunts on their own.

These people wanted to grow and would participate in any opportunity that didn\'t interfere with their local responsibilities. So, it was only natural that they would participate in the auction scheduled for two days from now.

Meanwhile, Miss Death\'s emissary ignored all the stares from the surrounding area and entered a building in the area, quickly making everyone at the reception make room for her.

"Give me a room." She said in an icy tone, full of malice and negative feelings.

"Madam... We... We don\'t have any rooms left. The whole town is full." A man said as he bowed his head in fear in front of this person.

The woman looked away and saw a person holding a room key.

"You..."

Before she could say more, the man, a simple level 5 Acolyte, knelt in front of her and handed her the key. "Madam, keep it. I was going to give up the room anyway!" He shouted, sweating with fear as he felt like he should flee this place immediately.

This woman hadn\'t even used her powers yet. Still, the tension in the area already resembled that of a place about to be massacred.

Given the fame of the Dark Path magicians, no one there doubted that this person could massacre everyone there for a single room!

She accepted the key without a problem and headed for her room, while the people behind her noticed that their clothes were soaked with sweat and that their legs were trembling.

\'I can\'t walk...\' The employee who had taken care of such a person thought as he turned pale. \'I hope she doesn\'t kill me for this.\'

Gulp!

So began the preparations for the biggest event in the city\'s history, with local and outside powers anxious and worried about the items to be auctioned off, but also about their potential bidders!