I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 370

Chapter 76: The Traitor Colluding with the Cult

No one expected that the auction for the Tears of the Mermaid would end with the prince’s defeat and the Sword Demon‘s triumph.

Previously, people only heard of the Sword Demon and admired their impressive skills; now everyone was intensely curious about their financial backing and background.

However, their attention quickly shifted to the new auction item.

Only Jason was fuming with rage, helplessly glaring at the black-clad swordsman opposite him, a chill surging in his eyes.

“Since reason doesn’t work, then I’ll have to resort to some crude methods.”

“Sir?” Hex raised an eyebrow at this, though he still pretended to be reserved. “My task is to keep you safe.”

“Besides, both the Sword Demon and the Serpent Eye Witch are not weak; trying to snatch something from them…”

“Isn’t it just money? Do you think I would hold back your reward?” Jason scoffed, also exposing his true identity. “And didn’t you want to test the Sword Demon‘s skills all along?”

Hex smirked, feeling unembarrassed.

Rumor had it that the finale auction item was a material from a mythical beast with inherited bloodlines. While Jason thought that thing couldn’t compare to the Sea Emperor‘s relics, he figured it would still drive many people wild.

In a black-market auction like this, chaos was inevitable.

And at that moment, it would be his opportunity to grab the treasure!

With this thought, Jason finally felt a bit calmer.

However, one person was even more furious than him.

In the second-floor reception room, Ivan, a necromancer who witnessed everything through a projection, was livid, turning red with rage. His pale face flushed with the color of the living, wishing he could rush down and confront the Sword Demon, but thankfully his subordinates held him back.

“Shameless flesh-and-blood commoner! How dare you desecrate the master’s relic and brazenly use it as collateral! Blasphemy! What utter blasphemy!”

Ivan had always respected Karman, who introduced him to the Necromancy School. Now, seeing such a disgraceful scene was more painful than killing him and made him acutely aware of mankind’s ugliness once again.

“Master Priest! The ritual formation isn’t complete; please calm down!”

Upon hearing this, Ivan stopped struggling, forcing the anger back down.

Yet, the fire still burned brightly in his eyes.

“One after another, either faithless and ungrateful or shameless and unreasonable! Only returning to silence is the fate you all deserve!”

Meanwhile, Roy was receiving congratulations from Leanna.

“Congratulations, you’ve finally gotten what you wished for.”

Having the Certificate of Kingship meant his strength could finally advance further. Moreover, this was a relic of the Sea Emperor, which even Rolyn desired; it was hard for him not to be happy.

Compared to that, money was nothing.

As for that broken magic wand, since it had already served its purpose, he might as well let it contribute a bit more, a kind of recycling.

Of course, if this thought reached a certain necromancer, they’d probably be so mad they’d spit blood.

Roy nodded slightly, but as he looked at the girl’s somewhat lonely profile, the joy of acquiring the Certificate of Kingship began to fade.

His problem was solved, but what about Leanna?

With the impending crisis, this auction would not end smoothly.

Was he really going to abandon her and leave her to fend for herself?

Just then, Leanna suddenly smiled, “Don’t worry about me; you can leave by yourself later.”

“Are you sure? But didn’t you want me here to deal with the Cultists?”

“Your goal has been achieved. Our cooperation ends here; neither of us owes anything to the other. Even now, I have no means to restrain you.” Leanna said with a hint of self-mockery.

It felt like she was trying to convince him and herself at the same time.

Leanna‘s emotions were in conflict.

Indeed, she had initially wanted to use Roy to deal with the Cultists; his safety and whether he could obtain the treasure were not even on her radar.

But now, things had changed.

How ironic; it was rare for Roy to care about her, a scenario she had dreamed of, yet now she had to push him away from danger.

Who was really taking who hostage here?

With this thought, Leanna deliberately curved her lips and teased as usual, “You know, we were just using each other, right?”

“Why can’t you let go of me at this moment?”

Under the pounding of her heart, Leanna spat out her flippant words.

He would probably respond with his usual indifferent jibes, sulkily turn away, and walk off.

But that would be fine.

Even if she couldn’t have him, she shouldn’t drag him into danger any longer—

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds…

Roy simply gazed quietly at her, saying nothing.

Although she couldn’t see his expression, Leanna inexplicably felt a sense of panic as her heart raced.

The dim, flickering lights blurred the silhouettes of the two of them.

The young boy slightly raised his head, seemingly about to say something. At that moment, Leanna felt her heart racing to a limit, then suddenly freeze, as if time itself had stopped.

But the shouts from the stage stirred a deafening wave, drowning out the boy’s response.

“Next up, our finale auction item, the poison sac of the Hydra!”

“Starting bid, 50,000 gold coins!!!”

An eerie green, oval-shaped poison sac was pushed onto the stage.

No further introduction was needed; the suffocating, chilling aura emanating from it proved it was no ordinary item.

The crowd erupted.

Who knew how many people widened their blood-red eyes, nearly going insane.

Mythical beasts had long been extinct, but even a creature with a tiny fraction of their bloodline’s might was a dominant force in Veszyra.

The Hydra was one such example.

And the materials on it could stir the hearts of any faction in Veszyra.

To be honest, they all found it hard to imagine which big shot would actually be willing to auction such a treasure.

Behind the stage, Rox couldn’t help but smile. After all, they were only middlemen; selling such treasures was guaranteed profit.

But just then, a figure draped in gray robes slowly emerged from the crowd.

“50,000 gold coins; it’s mine.”

The host was dumbfounded—how could someone be so confident bidding at the starting price? But Rox‘s expression changed drastically as he rushed to the stage.

“My friend, you can bid, but until the auction ends, it doesn’t belong to you.” Rox narrowed his eyes, coldly declared.

However, the young man in gray let out a chilling laugh.

He took off his hood, revealing a ghastly pale face like that of a corpse.

“Flesh-and-blood commoner, you think you deserve to be my friend? You’re the one who’s breaking promises!”

“Dare to mock us, do you think I would just swallow my anger? Ha! If you expose me, why shouldn’t I expose you? The traitor colluding with our ‘Cult’ of so-called ‘Wizards’!”

Upon hearing this, the audience erupted in a commotion; Rox’s face instantly darkened.

Colluding with a Cult was a grave crime, one that merited a death sentence.

He could feel the greedy and murderous gazes directed towards him from all around.