Chapter 67 - The Parents? (1/2)

”The parents... Are naturally dead,” The woman replied without putting much thought to it.

Hecathe frowned as he heard this response, ”Are you sure about that?”

”Sir, since you have already won the egg, you don't have to worry about how we found it. You can just roast it and eat it without any worries. We assure you that the quality is as good as it can get and the taste would naturally be the best as well!”

”...”

Hecathe didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry as he heard this.

How was he supposed to tell this woman that he had no plans on eating an egg that could talk to him?

Hecathe simply sighed as he nodded his head and didn't bother saying anything more.

By the time the woman was done checking all the mutant beads, the auction was also over and the special item had been sold for one trillion Lenix.

If Hecathe hadn't been impulsive to hand over all hundred mutant beads then he could have easily saved the Dorgon egg by simply selling ten or maybe even less, but now there was nothing he could do about it.

He had already sold it so there was naturally no use of him regretting things and at that time, he really thought placing such a high bid would be the best method possible to make sure that nobody else would even dare go into a bidding war with him.

He had used the same method that Raven had used previously. To bid so high that he would indirectly be making a statement. A statement that he was bidding to win and not for the sake of simply trying. With the results he got in the end, it was clear that his method had worked and everyone present in the auction house had clearly understood his statement.

The Hecathe clicked his tongue as he stood up from his place and casually placed his hand in his pocket as he looked at the girl and asked, ”Where's the Dorgon Egg.”

The woman smiled as she stood up as well but instead of answering him, she asked him another question instead, ”Sir, there seems to be one less.”

”Eh?”

”There are only ninety-nine mutant beads inside this pouch,” The woman explained.

Hecathe chuckled dryly as he questioned, ”Do you take me for a fool?”

”...”

”Who's going to count the mutant bead that I gave the auctioneer earlier?”

The woman blinked in confusion for a few seconds before she realized what Hecathe had said and as soon as she did, she got embarrassed as she immediately bowed and apologized, ”I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Sir. It was my carelessness.”

Hecathe smirked as he nodded in satisfaction, ”I promised you hundred mutant beads and I gave you no more or no less than that. Since our account is clear, you might as well show me towards the next area?”