When he thought about this, the price had already climbed to seventy thousand torr, and two more people withdrew at this time. Only the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Group, and two nobles in the first-tier box were left.
The deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Group raised the price to seventy-five thousand torr, forcing his other opponent to retreat. However, his last rival did not seem to intend to give up. After a brief silence, the auctioneer's assistant read out that person's bid again.
Ninety thousand torr.
The 'audience' was like a layer of ice. People couldn't help but look back, trying to see who exactly was in that box, even Limp Man couldn't help but speculate whether it was the agent of Earl Najin.
"If it's that old man Najin, then it becomes a battle of pride between the White Mane Legion and the local nobles. Lord, this is good news," Limp Man blinked and smiled slightly, saying.
But at this moment, another voice emerged from the crowd below.
