Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 482:The Auction House

Ethan quickly located an opulent tavern situated near the heart of Margrave City. This establishment was evidently geared towards the elite, catering to nobles and affluent merchants, its interior adorned with gleaming polished wood, plush carpets, and golden lamps casting a warm, inviting radiance.

Upon settling in, Ethan initiated inquiries regarding the upcoming auction.

He soon ascertained that a fortnight remained before the grand auction commenced, granting him ample time.

Consequently, for the subsequent two weeks, Ethan embraced a leisurely pace, relishing the rare respite.

Instead of haste, he dedicated his days to exploring the city's diverse offerings.

Each morning presented an opportunity to traverse different districts of Margrave City, sampling a spectrum of culinary delights, from the humble to the extraordinarily rare. He observed the populace's customs, enjoyed the performances of street entertainers, and frequented markets showcasing unique wares.

Rathlos remained his constant companion, silently observing and occasionally offering insights into the city's nuances.

The days melted away swiftly.

Before Ethan could fully register the passage of time, the day of the major auction had dawned.

This significant event was orchestrated by the foremost Merchant Association within the Arcadia Empire, reportedly with the backing of several influential, discreet families, underscoring its immense scale.

The chosen venue occupied a central position within the city.

It was known as the Florita Auction House.

The proceedings were slated to commence at midday.

At ten in the morning, having concluded his breakfast, Ethan and Rathlos promptly departed for the auction house.

Their arrival revealed a structure of imposing stature and magnificence.

The entrance was expansive, embellished with marble columns and intricate golden engravings. Carriages bearing distinguished guests were already arriving in steady succession.

Ethan proceeded forward with a composed demeanor.

As he approached the entryway, two guards, both possessing King-level cultivation, stepped forth, barring his passage.

"Sir, may I inquire if you have pressing business?" one of them politely questioned.

Ethan grasped the situation immediately.

Access was clearly restricted.

While his name might be known, his visage was not universally recognizable.

"I am here to attend the grand auction," Ethan responded placidly, presenting his pass.

At that precise moment, a female attendant noticed him and swiftly approached with a practiced smile.

"To participate in this auction, a qualification verification is necessary," she explained courteously.

It transpired that instances of VIP passes being pilfered had occurred, enabling undesirable individuals to gain entry, thus necessitating background checks.

"This requires possessing over one hundred million gold coins or holding imperial noble status."

Ethan was unfazed.

High-caliber auctions invariably imposed stringent entry criteria to prevent disruptions and potential substantial losses.

Without reservation, Ethan produced his identity scroll.

This was a magically imbued document, authenticated by the Emperor and the Imperial Nobility Council.

The instant it was revealed, several onlookers turned their heads, casting curious glances his way.

The scroll emanated a subtle magical aura.

Its authenticity was beyond question.

The female attendant's eyes widened perceptibly upon viewing it.

"Marquise… Blanks…"

Her heart fluttered. She quickly lowered her gaze in deference.

"May I participate in the grand auction now?" Ethan inquired calmly.

"Yes, certainly," she replied promptly.

Her attention then shifted to Rathlos.

"And this gentleman?"

"I am his butler," Rathlos stated serenely.

"Oh… Sir, please proceed inside."

Under her escort, Ethan and Rathlos entered the auction house.

The interior surpassed the exterior in grandeur.

The main hall was exceptionally spacious, featuring tiered seating arrangements below and exclusive private chambers situated on the upper levels.

Owing to Ethan's recognized status as a Marquise, the auction administrators promptly allocated a premier, standalone private room for his use.

His esteemed reputation also contributed to this privileged arrangement.

Numerous nobles had previously learned of his distinctive designs and considerable influence, particularly among the female nobility.

As Ethan made his way through the hall towards the private section, several noble ladies seated nearby regarded him with palpable interest.

Some engaged in hushed whispers.

A few even attempted to engage him, offering demure smiles.

Ethan, however, offered polite acknowledgments and continued forward without deviation.

The progression, though somewhat meticulous, was navigated with practiced ease.

Ultimately, he entered his designated private chamber.

The room was generously proportioned and elegantly appointed, featuring a large glass window that offered an unobstructed view of the auction stage below.

Several comely waitresses were present, ready to attend to any needs.

One stepped forward and inclined her head slightly.

"Your Highness… these are our exclusive attendants, prepared to serve our esteemed guests. You are welcome to select any one, or indeed all of them."

Ethan's gaze narrowed slightly. He observed the waitresses, then glanced at Rathlos.

Rathlos, too, appeared somewhat discomfited by the proposition.

'Aren't they showing a bit too much hospitality…' Ethan mused internally.

He dismissed the thought with a shake of his head.

"No need for that. Just leave one person to assist. I will call if I need anything."

He wasn't one to trifle with casual acquaintances.

The attendant gave a respectful nod.

"Understood."

She left behind a small device for summoning assistance and then dismissed the remaining staff. Ethan settled down calmly, picking up a cup of tea. The beverage possessed a rich aroma, clearly indicating its high quality. He took a small sip, his gaze directed towards the auction hall below. As time wore on, the crowd in the hall grew denser. Since the auction had not yet commenced, the guests began engaging in conversations. Some discussed rare treasures, others spoke of recent happenings, and many simply exchanged pleasantries. The hall gradually became filled with a rising murmur. Ethan leaned back slightly in his seat, patiently awaiting the auction's start.

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Deep within the Florita Auction House, far removed from the clamor of the main hall filled with attendees and attendants, lay a restricted chamber accessible only to a select few. The room was enveloped in dim illumination. Heavy draperies adorned the walls, effectively barring any external light, while a substantial table occupied the center, encircled by several individuals clad in opulent robes. These were not common folk; they were the true architects behind the auction house's operations. A guard entered hurriedly and offered a profound bow.

"My lords, we have received a report."

One of the men seated at the table did not even bother to look up.

"Speak."

The guard swallowed with slight difficulty before proceeding.

"Marquise Ethan of Blanks has arrived and has entered the auction hall."

The instant these words were uttered, a profound silence descended upon the room. Several of the figures slowly raised their heads. One individual knitted his brows.

"What?"

Another leaned forward demonstrably, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"From where did he procure the pass?"