Chapter 613 - 43: Acquiring the Alternate Plane Development License

Chapter 613: Chapter 43: Acquiring the Alternate Plane Development License

Then, he took a deep breath and followed.

’So that’s how it is.’

’Lady Douglas is the one who really calls the shots.’

’She’s the one who can make sure Pittman’s fate plays out exactly as Murphy wishes.’

But what shocked Alonso even more was that Lady Douglas was very willing to listen to Mr. Melfield.

’So, sticking close to Mr. Melfield is definitely the right move.’

’Mr. Melfield can actually make such a great existence so obedient.’

’Then what kind of existence must Mr. Melfield himself be?’

Outside the elevator was an exclusive corridor lined with a thick carpet.

Exquisite oil paintings hung on the walls, and soft sconces placed every few steps bathed the entire hallway in a warm, bright light.

At the end of the corridor was a pair of dark, double-leaf wooden doors.

Two attendants in dark blue uniforms stood by the doors. Seeing them approach, they immediately bowed in unison.

"Lady Douglas, Mr. Melfield, this way, please."

One of the attendants pushed the wooden doors open and stepped aside.

Behind the doors was a shockingly spacious private box.

A deep red, handmade carpet covered the floor, so soft that their footsteps were nearly silent.

The surrounding walls were adorned with intricate reliefs, and a massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, brilliant glow.

By the window sat a set of dark leather sofas. In front of them was a low coffee table, already laden with delicate pastries and drinks.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could overlook the entire auction hall.

At this moment, the hall was already packed with people, buzzing with a lively din.

The attendant led them to the sofas and bowed slightly.

"Lady Douglas, Mr. Melfield, please have a seat. The auction is about to begin. If you require anything, you may press the bell on the table at any time."

Cheris gave a casual nod and sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs. The tips of her black, over-the-knee boots, now one over the other, swayed gently.

Murphy sat down beside her, his gaze falling upon the auction hall outside the window.

Alonso stood respectfully behind them.

However, as he watched the bustling crowd below, an indescribable emotion swelled within him.

’A month ago, I was one of them.’

’No, I was even worse off than them.’

’At least they could sit in the hall and bid on things they wanted.’

’But all I could do was stand at the entrance, smiling at everyone who passed by.’

Now, he was standing in a VIP box behind two great figures, looking down upon the entire hall.

Alonso took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Time passed quietly, and then the lights in the auction hall suddenly dimmed.

A beam of light struck the stage, illuminating the auctioneer standing at its center.

He was a middle-aged man in a black tailcoat, his hair meticulously combed, and a professional smile on his face.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to this month’s auction at the Silver Tower."

His voice, amplified by Magic, carried clearly to everyone’s ears.

"We have prepared many treasures for today’s auction. But before we officially begin, please allow me to make an announcement—"

He paused, his smile growing even brighter.

"The first item of this auction, and one of today’s main events—the development permit for an Alternate Plane—is about to go up for bidding."

"This permit allows the holder to develop an unrecorded plane within a designated area under Imperial jurisdiction. All profits, aside from the percentage of taxes stipulated by the Imperial government, will belong entirely to the holder."

"The starting bid is five million gold pounds."

As his voice fell, a wave of discussion broke out in the hall.

But just then, in the private box, Cheris suddenly spoke.

Her voice was quiet, yet it clearly reached the ears of every single person.

No, not just the people in the box.

The entire hall.

"I’ll take everything."