217 – [4] Auction Transaction
#217
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As always, the night sky of the city was brilliant.
Even though the sea level has risen due to warming and the city has been filled with sea water right under our noses.
The footsteps of countless hunters who passed through this city.
I moved on, feeling the objects they had stepped on and grabbed.
There were once people who came with such a dream.
However, I was pushed by reality and collapsed, losing everything.
– “Huh?! “You need to catch a B-level boss?”
– “But our average is grade D, and no matter how well we play, aren’t we only grade C?”
– “You can’t do something like this! “This is throwing away one’s life!”
The job of being a hunter was by no means an easy job.
I was able to rise only after countless rounds of endless competition and life-threatening gambling.
Of course, in the process, humans were bound to wear out.
Endless pressure, endless hunting, endless desire for money.
In capitalist society, poverty was a sin.
For this reason, those who chose the profession of hunters were always at the forefront of survival.
Whether it is mental, social, or physical.
This was something that had never existed around the time the names Hunter and Guild were created.
Until then, the hunter industry was not this huge, so it was natural.
At the time, it was just an exploration party heading to another world.
A combination of high-quality personnel including scientists, professors, engineers, and doctors.
But now everyone can become a hunter.
So that was the problem.
In an industry that is becoming more sophisticated, many people have become alienated.
From hunter to party.
From party to engineering.
From engineering school to guild.
At least, there was a time when people were romantically involved in the name of guilds.
It was a transitional period, but it was still an era in which too many people were not alienated.
– “Wow! Guild passed! “Can I now walk around with my shoulders straight like famous hunters?”
– “Huh? A large company is taking our work? But aren’t they less professional than us? “How?”
– “Well, the guild goes bankrupt like this and we have to choose between being disbanded or being acquired at a low price? I came to the guild because I didn’t want to join a company… ….”
– “Yes? You want me to pick up my spear and go to the front lines right now?! Oh no! What kind of crazy cow is that – a salary increase? “I’ll go right away!”
It wasn’t anymore.
Because I went from a guild to a company.
Just like a large Korean company does.
The majority of hunters have become unimportant to the group.
The death of a scholar or famous hunter heading to Charelletea is a tragic event for human development.
However, the death of an ordinary hunter in Shareltea is nothing more than a tuple in the database.
And such an ordinary soul was given a label that could not be erased for the rest of its life.
Not all were blessed, but many were.
Crash.
The label of murder was so universal.
We are in a situation where we have to kill people who are from another world and who once looked forward to the same future.
How could this not be corrosive to the soul?
No matter how much we rationalize it, it was a reality so damning that some people wanted to stop.
But if you stop, you will die.
Many first world citizens have already faced death.
I could never stop.
I had to suppress all my emotions and move on, even if it was self-destructive.
“I will proceed with the transaction. “You watch around for a while and then rush in when I give the signal.”
“””Yes!”””
“Don’t answer.”
And then, one by one, they were broken and crumbled.
And then it finally collapsed.
After wandering around like a lion kicked out of the pack, they gathered at Castle Troy.
It was the one thing that gang members with different pasts had in common.
It was a great experience even though I was walking through a dirty and musty alley.
But not only the past but also the present was amazing.
“Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believed…” ….”
A significant portion of the Irish population was Catholic.
Of course, the same was true for Irish hunters.
Here is the person holding the cross necklace on his chest.
All other gang members were also Catholic.
Merciful Jesus Christ.
Will we really forgive them for what they have done and plan to do?
Why are you doing this?
Isn’t it just a matter of making a miserable living?
Love, humanity, future.
Nothing was in their hands.
Everything was questionable.
Even their identity as religious believers.
A blessed person who spreads the gospel of Jesus Christ?
Who believes in the resurrection of Jesus Christ and the rehabilitation of Lazarus?
None of these were applicable.
They were just people who wanted to die but were unable to avoid death.
Dirty beings who don’t even have a heavy cross.
Is that why the people coming out of the alleys avoided them?
A defiled and heartbroken soul.
It was a time when I didn’t realize how repetitive the physiologically natural avoidance was.
“Oh, there it is. Everyone acts as they have always done, as they remembered in advance. Got it?”
Everyone dispersed with a nod of their heads.
Secretly, discreetly, silently.
Now all that remains is a Balaur woman wearing thin clothes.
Lyla MacCarthy, who was also the leader of a small and medium-sized gang, was the only one.
‘Hmm, it would be nice if it wasn’t like the picture.’
I corrected the old hunter watch on my wrist.
The waist and the length of the arms were also improved.
How many more steps did I walk?
Something was visible between the irregularly erected buildings.
An old bench made on one side.
It was quite far away, but that wasn’t that important.
“No, that’s right. I said I was going to the baseball stadium, but they tried to stop me! And he said it like he was over 40 years old!”
“Uh…… If you’ve already been caught up in a violent situation once and are leaving again, I think I’d do the same…….”
“What a violent incident! “It was the awakened water owners’ extreme medicine for ‘innovative baseball’ and ‘front reform’!”
“Personally, I think it’s because Marie treats her hobby like a religion. “How about reducing it a bit now?”
“Losing one’s faith on one’s own means death…” … !!!”
‘Women?’
There were two women.
When I looked at it closely, I could see roughly what it looked like.
An elf with platinum hair on one side and pointed ears.
The other side is a dragon with orange hair, horns, and a grayish dragon tail.
What they both had in common was that they were tall and had big breasts.
Of course, the elf woman was slightly taller in all aspects.
‘…… Than me?’
When I lowered my head, I saw things that were being compared.
In other words, their hardware was something they did not have.
“Huh.”
I just felt bad for no reason.
Layla promised that she would catch them and deal with them later when the work was finished.
It was an absurd action, but that’s how the back alleys were supposed to be.
What’s more, it was even more natural since he showed that to a retired washboard hunter.
‘Anyway, the big things are the problem. Isn’t this why the whole world is like this?’
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As I pricked up my ears like that, I could hear the Eagles playing and saying, “I’m happy.”
These were words that Laila could not understand at all.
I turned my head and continued on my way.
And finally, I came to stand in front of a man who was only looking at his phone.
Lila stuck her head out, holding on to her box tightly.
She then opened her mouth as if she was asking someone to look at her, as if she was checking who she was.
“Hey…… “Are you the person who won the auction?”
“Huh? “Maybe LaIlLa?”
“Ah! Thank god! “You are cyan1120, right?”
“Yes, yes.”
The man, Jiang Xian, nodded.
I put down my phone and smiled lightly.
‘It’s just like the picture.’
It seemed like he just took a picture with a camera and sent it.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t like it.
Even though you may get stabbed in the back, if you hit a good-looking person in the back of the head, you still have good eyesight.
Lila quickly looked at Kang Xian’s body from head to toe.
‘I don’t know if the clothes are expensive, but the outfit itself is neat…… A sword at the waist…… Hunter watch on my wrist…… ‘Is he quite a living person?’
Well, unless you are someone who lives quite a bit, why would you buy something like this?
The ticket price from Dongyang to Ireland is not a penny or two.
It was reasonable for a Korean to think that way.
Lila smiled at Kang Xian, waving her tail.
Kang Xian also maintained his expression.
She eventually held out both her hands.
“Please give it to me.”
A long box containing auction items.
He was asking for that.
“Before that, you have to give me money first.”
Lila said.
Then Kang Xian’s face turned cold.
“Things first.”
“Payment first.”
“You know it’s not just one or two pennies, right? “If you give me the items first, I will press the transaction approval button right here.”
“I had a hard time getting this item. “I can’t hand it over until I get the money.”
There was a war of nerves.
Her feelings, which she thought were pretty good, quickly faded away.
“Oh, by the way. “If you do this, it’s just a waste of time.”
“If you want to receive the goods, please deposit first. “By any chance, who knew that they would cheat and hand over the goods first?”
“On the other hand, they could be scamming you. “If you hand over the items first, I’ll show you my phone and deposit the money.”
A conversation running parallel.
There was no intention of giving in to either side.
“No, in the first place, if I took the money and ran away, how long would I run away? “If you think about that, isn’t it right to send the money first?”
“Don’t you want to win an auction item? Besides, do you know what’s in that box?”
He pointed to the box.
The elongated box, neither small nor large, had an appropriate weight.
It’s as if there’s something square inside.
Lila snorted as if it was absurd.
“Then why don’t you buy it? After all, there are a lot of people living there besides you.”
“Really?”
Not just one or two people participated in the auction.
If it didn’t work out, all you had to do was throw away the patu and put it up for auction again.
Lila revealed such intentions.
“Well then, let’s pretend there was no transaction today.”
“Huh?”
And as is usually the case with people who reveal such intentions.
Lila was in no position to give up.
“If you are waiting for a successful bid, you will have to contact the site separately to cancel. “It’s up to you whether you sell it to someone else later.”
“Sleep, wait—”
“Then, good luck~”
Oh, f*ck.
This is not it.