Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Auctioneer

“This is Addison Archer. I’d love to be your date for the auction. It sounds like fun. “ Let’s see how well Hunter can play the game when I start behaving like a widow ready to move on.

"Aright ladies and gentlemen or gentlevampire? Anyway the auction has begun" We're on stage and caged like animals wearing nothing but lingerie " Right here we have a blonde girl with blue eyes , her name is- not important, she's not a virgin and her blood type is A" " The bidding price is 10 thousand dollars, cheap just like her" the black haired vampire know as Mic said Vile bastards "15 thousand dollars" "20 thousand dollars" A young woman with her husband said

I said smiling, I needed money and lots of it if I planned to find a better place to live and rebuild my fortress. “Ah Rex, nice to see you again, Marie tells me that you lost everything. I’m sorry to hear that, please, please have a seat. Marie, please get his something to drink.” I said, barely able to keep myself from gagging. I have seen some gross things in my life. But I have to say this hunter is top three of that list. I warned the hunters what working with magic would do to them. I have never seen it for myself because we learned about this in magic school. But I don’t think they explained the outcome well enough in detail. I never would have imagine what I’m seeing with my own eye

she calls out. No one counters. The auctioneer goes: “Sold to Ms. Jodie for fifty thousand dollars.” Eddie whispers, “You know what? I don’t know if what Alex is doing is legal, but that dude is a genius. I give it to him.” I sit there frozen, staring at the back of Alex’s head. The auction closes. The auctioneer announces the highest bidder, a certain fellow named Giggi Bacchetti. Then the items are handed over and payments arranged.

The auctioneer stands beneath a focused beam, with his Silver hair and perfectly tailored tuxedo with a devilish smile plastered on his face. “Gentlemen, Tonight’s acquisitions are exceptional.”He says smoothly, hands clasped behind his back as he speaks into the microphone. Acquisitions? The word lands in my chest wrong, heavier than it should, sharp and jagged, scraping against something inside me I can’t name. It feels like a blade disguised as velvet. My stomach knots, muscles tense, but I stay seated, forcing the calm, the control. I don’t flinch, don’t move, but my eyes are already scanning, measuring, drinking in the scene as I stay rooted in my seat observing with no words.

His words stirred in everyone's curiosity. Cystine's face brightened with a smile, "Of course, we would have a Real estate auction, Rare items auction and lastly–Human auction,” she explained, "Human auction?” Emery muttered, she wondered if she had misheard. She turned to Darren for clarity but his icy gaze made her swallow her words. “Through the collaboration of several high personalities and achievers who are all either part or invited by the brains behind the game 'Vintage Hunt'. " Cystine continued.

He said, guessing accurately that the other desk setting was Hazel's. “Of course you don't!” Cade affirmed. Hunter dropped the box in his hand on his desk and pushed it with two fingers towards him. “Here is your item. Thanks for patronizing us.” He said. Cade chuckled as he briefly inspected the box. “What kind of politician organizes auctions and even makes deliveries?” He wondered. “Oh, the auction is a family thing. I just use my connection to help out make more profit.” Hunter quickly explained. “Oh! Profit! I totally get it!” Cade exclaimed. “You sure made a whole lot of it last night.” He added.

he added and dismissed his subordinate. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!" the auctioneer's voice boomed through the hall, excitement and energy crackling in the air. "We're excited to have you all here for the annual Salem auction. As always, we have a fantastic selection of items on offer, including rare antiques and one-of-a-kind artefacts!" His words were met with raucous cheers and applause from the crowd. The anticipation was noticeable, and the bidding was about to begin.

The auctioneer was a middle-aged woman around her thirties. Her name was Sabrina Chatterton. The figure-hugging bodycon dress successfully showed off her curves. As she stood on the stage, she had a distinctive and special temperament that emphasized her nobleness. When Yasmin saw the auctioneer was Sabrina, she quickly informed, "Severin. We got Sabrina as our auctioneer today. She's one of a kind. I think the auction center is going to auction off something valuable and precious today."

When the hammer finally fell at two thousand gold, her new owner—a gaunt man whose fingers ended in claws—licked his lips with obvious anticipation. “No,” Lila whispered beside me. “No, no, no…” Five more healers followed. Each sale felt like watching an execution in slow motion. The elderly man went to a necromancer who spoke fondly of “extracting every drop of useful essence.” A middle-aged woman was claimed by representatives of a demon court who discussed her breeding potential in clinical detail. Then they came for me. “And now,” the auctioneer’s voice rose with theatrical excitement as rough hands hauled me toward the platform, “our crown jewel. Pure-blood healer, trained in the old wa