“Congratulations Young man. You make me proud , at least you got the Fire Inheritance from our Demonfolk’s side. Haha. I am very Pleased.”, rejoiced George Apollo.

“I am my Father’s son also after all”, Sargon chuckled as he tried to placate George Apollo.

“Haha. What a Clever Rascal you are !!”, George Apollo sharply breathed in while showing a smile that was not a smile, “It’s all the blessing of Arch-angel Ishtarina.”

“Congratulations Sargon for passing the ceremony! “, chimed in Reeve who had been separated from the male group ever since the beginning to the end.

“Well! Well! It’s not much of a big deal. What is crazy is that you had to sit side by side with that brat with mental illness. I Salute you. But be careful not to fall in love , as I have heard from elders this is how one finds hi/her true partner. HEHE.”, trembled Sargon while gulping as his thoughts seemed to imagine.

Reeve then on anger pinched Sargon.

“Such a bully you are. I wonder why I am even friends with you.”

“Ouch Ouch it hurts. But that is why I said at that time you suit much better to be a sister-figure. Haha”, even in severe pain due to continued pinching, his not so good jokes still flooded from his mouth.

What Gal, What perseverance. If this was not going against Heaven then what was.

“Ahem Ahem.If you will excuse this old man”, George faked a cough , cleared his throat and continued.

“As a Parting Gift as well as to apologize to the Young Lady for brief parting while on the entry of Church, why not let me take you to an Auction that is going around nearby! What do you little kids say ?”, George Apollo voiced his thought with a stern face and perfunctory tone.

“Of course I.. we like to attend the auction. “, replied Sargon in an enthusiastic manner.

“Haha. Ok then. Very energetic are we ! But we have to walk to get to the Auction hosted by Rosetree Pavilion as per their traditions.”, chuckled George while moving his eyes in aa curious and playful manner to see the reactions of so-called Cultivators.

“Ahhhh. NO flying Shiiit”

“Well walking is more natural and makes you closer to the Path of ShahRaab. Now don’t be a pushover Sargon.”, Reeve scoffed at him while sighing with a sense of relief that she doesn’t have to go up high in the skies.

Sargon rolled his eyes at reeve indicating what wise words in satirical fashion.

“What kind of Powerhouse is this Rosetree Pavilion, for Grandpa a person with position of High-Status to follow the rules so diligently.”, inquired Sargon with a curious look in his eyes.

“Child. You are still too young to know the way of the worlds. High-Senators are nothing, even the primary Grand-Senators have to be wary of this Faction. But even though they are so powerful they don’t like to publicize and flaunt their status around and have their own humble roots.”, George entertained the questions put forward by his seemingly matured Grandson.

Sargon thought to himself.

Hmph. Old Man you just don’t know my mental age. Sigh. Its such a drag to be thought of as children and not be shared the topics of the grown-ups.

Even the books I am allowed access to are just child-like or have no good information. The Rites of celestial Shahada Seals of 8 Archangels weren’t even described there. Perhaps church keeps a tight control of such information.

The world is indeed large. I still can cultivate with my otherworldly Scriptures and can adventure the whole world and savor its beauty and culture. Perhaps have a faction of my own to lead someday. Such a wonderful dream. A dream that is worthy of pursuit.

“Sir George, you get going. I have certain matters to handle, so I may be a bit late.”, communicated High Senator Radu through spirit communication.

“Ok. Let’s get going. Remember to show some etiquette as it is a pretty high-class with wealthy and influential people that will be attending allover from Republic.”

“Yayyy. East and West Sargon’s Grandpa is the best.”, Sargon had a sense of pride about his grandpa.

He had kept his defense till now. But he was starting to lower it as he was now going to a high-class Auction of the Republic. Although he knew that there was some sort of family-problem and as per his guess it was probably due to a son of high-status demon marrying a mixed-race lady, which was very frowned upon in the society of Nashirah.

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The three made their way to the Rosetree Pavilion, which was located in the heart of the city. The pavilion was known for hosting various cultural events and was famous for its grand architecture.

As they approached the pavilion, Sargon couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the building. The pavilion was built in the traditional style of the Dwarves and had intricate human carvings and designs on its exterior. The massive building stood tall and proud, almost intimidating in its size.

As they entered the pavilion, Sargon was struck by the opulence of the place. The floors were made of polished marble, and the walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and paintings. The chandeliers overhead were made of pure crystal and glittered in the light.

Plus, everything was touched by Magic.Sargon had never seen anything like it before.

The place was bustling with people from all walks of life. There were high-ranking officials, wealthy merchants, and even street vendors.

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The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and perfumes, and the sound of chatter and laughter filled the space.

As they made their way through the crowds, George led Sargon to a hidden entrance at the back of the pavilion. Sargon could feel his heart pounding with excitement as they descended a flight of stairs into the underground auction.

The vibe in the underground auction was quite different from that of the pavilion. It was darker, with dimly lit torches lining the walls.

The walls were adorned with priceless art pieces and exquisite tapestries, and the air was filled with the scent of rare incense.

The room was massive, with rows of velvet chairs surrounding a raised platform where the auctioneer stood. On the platform, a set of ancient manuscripts were on display, each one more intricate and valuable than the last.

Sargon had never seen anything like it before, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

The auctioneer, dressed in a sleek black suit with a white dress shirt, stood at the front of the grand hall of the Rosetree Pavilion, holding what seemed an audio amplifier artifact in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "I am pleased to welcome you all to tonight's auction, hosted by the legendary Rosetree Pavilion. We have a fantastic lineup of rare and valuable items up for bid tonight, so I hope you have all come prepared to bid high."

The crowd murmured with excitement, their eyes gleaming as they looked around at the ornate furnishings and priceless artifacts on display.

"Before we begin, I would like to remind everyone of the rules of the auction," the auctioneer continued. "Please keep your bidding paddles visible at all times, and refrain from speaking during the bidding process. If you have any questions, please raise your hand and one of our staff members will be happy to assist you."

He paused for a moment, surveying the room before him. "And now, without further ado, let us begin the bidding. Our first item up for bid tonight is a rare manuscript from the ancient times that was recently decoded by our expert seers working on it for 20 years."

The audience erupted into applause as the auctioneer raised the first item up for bid, setting the tone for a thrilling and unforgettable night of bidding and excitement at the Rosetree Pavilion.

The chattering of the crowd in auction itself was a sight to behold. Although the host told to keep the volume, who would give him face as long as it was not over the top.

The bids were fierce and often accompanied by heated arguments between buyers. Some bids went as high as ten times the estimated value of the item, and Sargon could see the look of disappointment on the faces of those who had been outbid.

Despite the tense atmosphere, Sargon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder. He had never seen so many magical items in one place before, and he couldn't wait to explore more.

Sargon's grandfather was deep in thought, occasionally nodding or shaking his head at the bids.

As the auction continued, Sargon couldn't help but notice the tension between his grandfather and High-Senator Victor Ivar, a fellow Bannerman Demonfolk. The two men exchanged heated glares, each trying to outdo the other.

Sargon's grandfather noticed his grandson's curious expression and whispered, "Ignore him, Sargon. He's just trying to show off."

As the bidding continued, Sargon's excitement grew. The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room as people vied for the precious manuscripts and treasures.

He watched as enchanted weapons were displayed, each with a unique story and legendary status.

He also saw a set of crystals that could enhance one's Mana abilities, and a set of enchanted robes that granted their wearer incredible speed and agility.

Sargon saw a set of ancient scrolls, a potion that could heal any wound, and a magical cloak that could make the wearer invisible, a umbrella which was defense weapon for spirit users, a dice for the seers and many more.

The bids were high and fierce, and Sargon couldn't help but wonder who could afford such luxuries.

But it was the cat-like verbal fight over a rare spell book that caught Sargon's attention the most.

Two reputable people were vying for the same item, and they argued over it, each trying to outbid the other. Asking each other to give them face and fear the repercussions of their faction behind.

Sargon couldn't help but wonder what kind of spells were contained in that book that would make two grown men fight over it.

Finally, the auctioneer brought over the Scripture of Healing, and Sargon's grandfather placed a bid. They watched as others tried to outbid them, but Sargon's grandfather was determined to win. Sargon watched in awe as his grandfather's steely determination and experience in negotiations won them the item.

Overall, the Rosetree Pavilion’s High-Society Underground Auction was a fascinating glimpse into the world of the wealthy and powerful. The grand architecture, exotic scents, and rare items for sale all contributed to an unforgettable experience.

As they made their way out of the auction house, Sargon's grandfather pulled him aside and whispered, "Come with me, I have something special to show you."

Sargon squeaked with excitement and suspense for the surprise that was waiting him.