Three ornate bottles appeared on display pedestals, their contents glowing with colours that seemed to shift based on viewing angle. Even from his position, Noah could sense the magical potency contained within.
"Phoenix Ash, Dragon Scale Powder, and Essence of Temporal Flow—materials that most alchemists can only dream of acquiring. Combined opening bid: one hundred golden coins!"
The crowd's spending limits are definitely in the right range for my product.
The bidding war that erupted was fierce enough to draw impressed murmurs from spectators. Wealthy mages competed against noble collectors, driving prices toward levels that made Noah's pulse quicken with anticipation.
"Sold for two hundred thirty golden coins!"
Two-thirty for alchemical supplies. These people have serious money to spend.
