The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 449: Chapter 369, Trade Fair

[Concealment Cloak]

(Description: A cloak etched with various runes that can mask the wearer’s face, block special marks, and perception.)

The Snake Badge Consortium really spares no expense.

To provide such magical artifacts to everyone attending the auction.

Concealing the user’s face and figure, it can also block certain applied marks and perception.

It’s a rather nice item.

Even outside, it’s quite rare.

My own ‘Illusion Veil’ might not deceive everyone, but the consortium’s offering of this item is quite considerate.

“Do the guests require any further information?” the staff member continued to ask.

Wu Heng thought for a moment and said, “How long will the auction last?”

“The auction starts at midnight and will probably end between 4 and 5 in the morning, when we will transport the guests back to the city from whence they came,” the staff member replied.

It wouldn’t last too long.

It’s just one night, without holding up the next day’s schedule.

“Can you guarantee safety?” Wu Heng asked again.

The staff member spoke with great confidence, “Please rest assured, guest, we have powerful individuals on board to deal with any potential threats, and there are other fleets escorting us from the outside. The Snake Badge Consortium’s auctions have been held for over 150 years, and with regards to safety, you can be completely assured.”

After these two questions, Wu Heng smiled and nodded, “Thank you, I have no further questions.”

“If you require anything, you can ring the bell here, and when the ship draws near to the ‘Sanya’ liner, someone will come to notify you.”

“Alright.”

The staff member bowed again and then left the room.

…

In modern society, Wu Heng had never attended an auction.

The only thing he knew about them came from TV dramas, or some videos he had seen online.

The Snake Badge Consortium’s auctions seem a bit different.

They pay more attention to the safety and privacy of their guests.

Even if the bidding process is the same, with everyone wearing cloaks, no one knows who bids on what.

They place even greater emphasis on customer experience than the association does.

“Not sure if I’ll encounter anything I need.”

There was still some anticipation for the auction.

It was about a two-hour journey.

There was a knock on the door, “Guest, we are nearing the ‘Sanya’ liner, please gather your personal belongings and come out to board.”

“Understood,” Wu Heng answered.

The footsteps at the door grew faint.

Wu Heng took off his ‘Illusion Veil’ and replaced it with a black cloak.

The way of wearing it was not like a cape that one drapes over from the back but more like a raincoat, you have to pull it on over your head to cover your entire body.

Wu Heng glanced at ‘Kerim’ beside him, who was also wearing a cloak.

Enshrouded in the dark robe, even the face at the front was blurred.

You couldn’t make out any features at all.

“This artifact is really quite useful.”

Once everything was ready, he opened the door and stepped out of the room.

In the ship’s corridor, there were quite a few people waiting to go out.

Most were cloaked to hide their faces, and some only wore it over their bodies, not covering their heads, revealing their true faces.

It seemed they were not worried about being recognized.

In front of Wu Heng, two figures cloaked in cloaks were leaning closely together.

“Finally aboard the ship, now we don’t have to worry about being discovered,” one said, tightly embracing the waist beside him, whispering.

After a shake of the shoulders, a woman’s voice replied softly, “Sneaking around doesn’t suit a man at all.”

“Who says? If you agree, after disembarking, I’ll go and challenge your husband to a duel and take you away.”

“He could split you in half,” she retorted.

“We agreed, today we’d just be happy. Be good! Don’t get mad, eh? Later I’ll take you to the casino to have a look. With you with me today, my luck has to be good.”

“Stop it, don’t touch me like that, there are so many people around,” she complained.

“Who’s going to know who it is? What’s there to worry about?” he reassured her.

Listening to the couple’s gossip helped pass the time as Wu Heng waited in line.

These two had come to the auction with money but seemed to be using the cloaks as a way to have a secret tryst here.

He also noticed that the cloaks were unable to change the sound of one’s voice.

As they boarded the deck.

They could see a huge, luxurious liner with ‘Sanya’ written on it.

Apart from the few escort ships surrounding it.

There were other passenger ships bringing guests closer to the liner as well.

…

Soon, the ferry approached the cruise ship.

The gangway was set up, and numerous passengers boarded the cruise ship.

The Sanya was a large cruise ship, with a sleek deck. The early arrivals, holding glasses of wine, leaned on the railing and watched the others board.

Wu Heng boarded the ship and looked around on deck.

About sixty percent of the guests had their faces completely covered by cloaks, and many others were also wearing cloaks but had not pulled them over their heads.

This made Wu Heng suspect that the reason for wearing cloaks was to differentiate between guests and staff.

The auction was to begin at midnight, and since Wu Heng had no particular goals, he followed the crowd toward the cabin.

He visited the casino and the concert hall in succession.

After glancing at the women of various races performing dances without clothes in the performance hall,

he left.

He stopped a staff member and asked, “Where is the trading event?”

“In Hall No.5 inside the cabin.”

Wu Heng nodded and headed straight to Hall No.5.

The trading event was, in fact, not much different from black markets in various places.

The Snake Badge Consortium provided the venue, while others could set up booths to sell items or make exchanges on-site if they needed something specific.

Among those who boarded the ship, quite a few had come specifically for the trading event.

Before the auction began, there was ample time to trade.

Moreover, the Snake Badge Consortium was very skilled at organizing such venues.

Every time, a good number of people would participate.

He entered Hall No.5.

The trading event inside was bustling.

But it was a bit different from the trading events he had imagined.

The entire venue was arranged in a circle, with cloaked figures sitting in concentric rings, and a wooden platform in the center.

Someone stood on the platform, presenting the item in their possession.

Wu Heng walked in.

A somewhat plump man stood on the platform, holding a wooden box containing a root that resembled ginseng in color.

“Treasure Root Ginseng, its effects are surely clear to everyone. If you have relatives or friends suffering from certain unmentionable issues, take this home, and it’s guaranteed to work. 120 silver coins,” the figure on the platform declared loudly.

Wu Heng had a piece of Treasure Root Ginseng himself.

It was given to him by the Beastman owner of the armory during his time in Lundham City.

Its purpose was to enhance a man’s abilities in bed.

Back in Lundham City, it certainly did not have such a high value. He hadn’t expected it to fetch a price of 150 silver coins here.

It was a pity that the one he had was always left in his study.

“I’ll take it for 155 silver coins,” someone spoke up.

“160 silver coins,” another bidder called out.

In the end, the price reached 182 before someone made a direct purchase.

Next, another person quickly ascended the platform, taking out a long-handled warhammer from a Space Ring, and said, “The Thunderstrike Warhammer, inscribed with lightning effects, two Gold Coins, or an equivalent item for trade.”

Weapons and armor class magical artifacts were relatively rare on the market.

But the requirements for strength with a long-handled warhammer were quite high.

Even with decent lightning effects, it was a niche weapon among arms.

Wu Heng’s gaze fell on the long-handled warhammer; it was well-crafted, and he could see the inscribed runes on it.

The Warhammer that Skull Crusher had was not magical.

It might be worth considering for his use.

“If we’re talking about a magical item, what do you need?” someone spoke up first.

The man on the platform said, “Two pieces of defensive equipment, or a Special Item would do.”

“The number of people who use long-handled warhammers is already small, and you also expect to exchange it for a Special Item; you must be ridiculously poor!” someone remarked.

“Not needed, you don’t have to buy it,” the man on the platform retorted.

Seeing the two parties at a standoff,

Wu Heng spoke up, “Two Gold Coins, I’ll take it.”

Seeing that no one else was raising the price, the man on the platform said, “Alright, it’s yours.”

As he stepped down, he took a bold look at the person who had been haggling and unabashedly called him ignorant.

Wu Heng promptly took out a purse, and the other party passed the long-handled warhammer over to him.

[Thunderstrike Warhammer]

(Description: A weapon inscribed with lightning runes. Attacks can produce lightning effects.)

The attributes appeared, and the effects were quite satisfactory.

The other party also counted the silver coins, nodded to Wu Heng, then returned to his seat without further ado.

Afterward, the next person took the stage.

“I also have an item. I have 20 Longswords with a sharpness effect. I want to sell them all together for 5,000 silver coins, or an item of equivalent value.”