Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148: The Vest of the Mytherial Moon

The invitation clearly stated that all guests must remain in their human forms during the auction unless absolutely necessary. This was a standard rule in gatherings of the supernatural community, as every supernatural being on Earth had two forms... human and true. In their true forms, some beings were enormous, like dragons, while others, like Nagas, were long and serpentine. Their varied shapes made seating arrangements difficult. For the sake of uniformity and convenience, the human form was preferred at all official events.

As Erevan entered the auction house, his sharp eyes quickly spotted Fiona Elizabeth Raynor. She was just about to enter VIP Box 4, but paused when she also noticed him. With graceful poise, she walked over, bowed slightly, and greeted, "Greetings, My Lord. I wasn’t expecting to see you here."

Erevan returned the nod. "I came to see if anything interesting is up for auction. What about you? Do you have your eye on something specific today?"

Fiona smiled lightly. "I attend their monthly auctions several times a year. I’m a VIP member here. The auction house sent me a message yesterday stating that some rare and valuable items would be up today. I just arrived in Kvernheim and came straight here."

At that moment, a familiar, playful voice came from behind Erevan. "It seems today’s auction will be quite the spectacle."

They turned to see Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi, the King of the Nagas, arriving on the second floor through the stairs where the VIP boxes were located. He gave a courteous nod and greeted them both. "Greetings, King of Werewolves and Lady Raynor. It’s a pleasure to see you here."

Erevan smiled. "Good to see you too. I heard one of your clans has relocated to the Philippines. That region is under our Cordillera Clan’s jurisdiction. Please make sure they don’t create conflict. I’d rather not have to intervene."

Prabhas chuckled. "No need to worry, Werewolf King. My people prefer the seas, your people live in the mountains... they won’t cross paths. I’ve already instructed them to respect territorial boundaries."

Erevan nodded approvingly. "Thank you. That’s reassuring."

Then Prabhas turned to Fiona. "I recently signed a business contract with your clan. I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t go through you."

Fiona waved it off. "I heard something about it from Eleanor when she visited India. But it’s her business. I don’t interfere unless she asks for advice. Whatever she does has my full support... even if it brings war."

Prabhas laughed. "You must really spoil your granddaughter."

"She’ll lead the Raynor Clan one day," Fiona replied with pride. "Better she learn while I’m still around to fix her messes."

Erevan’s interest was piqued when Eleanor came up in their conversation. But they soon moved on to other topics, and with the auction about to begin, the three retreated to their respective VIP boxes.

Almost thirty minutes later, Erevan was seated in VIP Box 2 when the event officially started. A tall, well-dressed auctioneer from the Dragon race walked onto the stage in his human form and welcomed the attendees.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this month’s Elysium Auction. I know many of you are here for specific treasures, so let’s begin without delay."

He gestured toward the side of the stage as a stunning young woman with slightly blue skin entered, carrying a silver tray. Her figure was flawless, elegant in every way. Clearly, she was a merfolk in human form.

"Our first item," the auctioneer announced, "is an Earth-grade defensive talisman. Crafted by a renowned Molgrath wizard, this talisman provides strong resistance against ghosts, wraiths, and other vengeful spirits."

The merfolk assistant gently placed the tray on the table and pulled away a red cloth to reveal a golden talisman etched with glowing runes.

"This item has been thoroughly inspected by our in-house experts and deemed authentic. For those attending for the first time, know this: at Elysium, authenticity is guaranteed. If we cannot confirm an item’s origin, we do not place it up for auction."

He took a short pause before announcing, "The starting bid is 1 million dollars. Minimum increment is 100,000 dollars."

Within moments, the first bid flashed on the screen: $1.2 million.

In each seat, a small digital panel allowed attendees to enter their bid. No shouting, no raised signs... everything was discreet and efficient. The screen updated rapidly as the bids climbed higher. Within minutes, the talisman sold for $5.2 million.

"Sold!" the auctioneer declared.

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