The bidding had started with a million gold coins, and the offer came from none other than Henry. At his sudden interest in the elf, a brief silence fell over the crowd as they all turned to stare at him.
Sure, everyone wanted to get their hands on the elf—no, "wanted" was an understatement. All around them were rich individuals who had grown bored with their mundane lives and craved some sort of excitement.
And now the ticket out of this boring life was right in front of them—an elf! Sure, there were probably some that lived in the human continents, but even if they had the luck to manage to spot one, it wasn't like they had the means to force them to comply with all they wanted, and even less, they would not be able to capture them.
But now, right before their very eyes, one stood there. Would they dare to engage in a bidding war with Henry, the leader of the Outlaws? Or would they simply let him buy the elf without contest?
