NOVPUBThis wasn’t a shot in the dark; the system had given Daniel all the information about this vampire coffin!
[Item]: Vampire Coffin
[Date]: Thirties of the 13th century
[Condition]: Worn
[Details]: A residence for a medieval vampire. There’s a surviving vampire inside, currently in a sealed state.
[Appraisal]: Creature of legend.
[Market Price]: 2,000,000,000
[Buyback Price]: 1,800,000,000
A living vampire?!!
Daniel was thrilled, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He’d come across supra-scientific phenomena before: "Qi Origin," alien fingers, "Necronomicon," the Atlantis portal... even a mummy.
But this was his first encounter with a confirmed living supra-scientific creature.
Down on the stage, the treasure hunters were perplexed, exchanging puzzled looks.
"How are we supposed to guess this? Based on the value of a vampire?"
"Damn it, I have no idea how to guess. I don’t believe there are real vampires in this world!"
The chatter faded after a few exchanges, and silence fell once more.
With no reference point in the world, naturally, it was impossible to name a price.
When lost, people tend to look to those they trust.
Hols, Taylor, and Daniel were, naturally, their best choices.
At this moment, Hols had removed his monocle and was calculating the value of the vampire coffin on his fingers.
He’d been in similar situations before, but they’d been interrupted by the Britannia Intelligence Agency stopping the auction.
The last bid was 800 million StellarCoins, and that wasn’t the final price.
If the auction had continued, the closing price would have certainly exceeded one billion. As for how much over a billion, he had no clue.
Taylor, meanwhile, was clutching his head, crouched on the ground, muttering something incomprehensible.
As a Gaulish nobleman, he not only knew about vampires but had even encountered them.
As for how much a vampire’s coffin could fetch... he was clueless.
Right now, Taylor was regretting not having asked the price of the vampire beforehand.
As for Daniel, due to the shocking information the system had given him, he appeared a bit dazed and unreliable from the outside.
Seeing the three experts like this, the other treasure hunters looked dismayed.
"From the looks of it, they’re completely clueless."
"It’s understandable, after all, it’s a vampire, a supernatural entity!"
"Looks like we’ll have to guess blindly."
The entire stage was stumped by the price of this item.
There were, however, some who didn’t share the general perplexity.
Like the balding fat man who’d previously declared his readiness to eat his hat.
He surveyed the scratching and thoughtful faces of the treasure hunters around him, a sneer in his eyes.
"Haven’t any of you considered that this thing might be fake?" he asked.
"Let me analyze this for you... Would the show’s producers get a bigger kick out of giving us three treasures to guess, or two treasures and a modern art piece?"
The balding fat man’s reasoning made sense, naturally attracting the attention of some of the treasure hunters.
One treasure hunter piped up, "So you’re suggesting this so-called ’vampire coffin’ is a fake, just a modern craft?"
The balding fat man appeared supremely arrogant, embodying the ’I’m the only sober one in a world of drunkards’ vibe, above worldly contamination.
He didn’t pay attention to the gazes of the other treasure hunters, but directly gave his own price: "This piece of craft, from its exterior, doesn’t show any signs of artificial aging. It’s likely a genuine medieval coffin that has been modified."
"These medieval coffins are not rare. Even a well-preserved one would be worth at most fifty thousand StellarCoins. Given its condition, plus the modern modifications, thirty thousand StellarCoins is already a decent price."
"With some additional considerations, I give a price of thirty-four thousand StellarCoins."
Thirty-four thousand StellarCoins.
If this were just an ordinary piece of art, this price would not only not be cheap, it might even be a bit pricey.
Seeing the balding fat man so confidently set his price, the other treasure hunters glanced at each other.
Since they couldn’t figure out the price or ascertain whether the item was genuine, they decided to follow the fat man’s lead and bid low.
"Thirty-five thousand StellarCoins."
"Sixty-two thousand StellarCoins."
"Forty thousand..."
The treasure hunters’ bids were not high.
Meanwhile, Hols spread his hands open: "Screw it, I’m done. I’m not buying it anyway, and there’s no benefit to it."
"I bid nine million StellarCoins!" He exclaimed.
Having freed himself from the pressure of calculating the price, Hols’s inherent confidence and gentlemanly demeanor returned, and his face lit up with a smile.
Not long after Hols had set his price, Taylor, who’d been squatting on the ground, stood up, ready to make his sacrifice: "I don’t care anymore, the treasure hunting outfit is not mine anyway."
"I’ll go a bit higher!"
"One million!"
"I bid ten million StellarCoins!"
Hols and Taylor successively announced their bids, the sheer size of the amounts leaving everyone in awe.
The treasure hunters present were seasoned veterans of numerous ’battles.’
Their ’battlefields’ had always been auction houses, where luck could make one rich, so naturally, they knew what these prices signified.
This vampire coffin... could very well be real! 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The treasure hunters glanced at each other, disbelief in their eyes.
After they got hold of this information...
Those treasure hunters who were still hesitating, uncertain about their valuations, began to chime in.
"Nine hundred and thirty thousand StellarCoins!" "Nine hundred and fifty thousand StellarCoins!" "Nine hundred and seventy thousand StellarCoins!"
These treasure hunters were unsure of the authenticity of the item.
Their prices tended to fall between the estimates given by Hols and Taylor.
It was their habit when hunting for bargains.
Stick with what the familiar people suggest, place the bid somewhere in the middle.
That way, even if they didn’t make a big profit, they wouldn’t suffer a big loss either.
On stage, Gwen’s gaze finally landed on Daniel.
She was curious about him and, moreover, he was the only treasure hunter who hadn’t yet given a price.
Coming back to his senses, Daniel nonchalantly announced his estimate: "Fifteen million StellarCoins."
He stuck with his old tactics, not giving the true price, but bidding just enough to win.
"How is that possible?!"
Gwen cried out in surprise on the stage, her voice squeaking with shock, echoing throughout the entire Mauritania National Museum thanks to the microphone.
The shrill sound made the treasure hunters in the audience cover their ears before looking up at Gwen, puzzled.
"I’m sorry." Gwen quickly bent over in apology, her chest flashing for a moment before being quickly covered by her cascading hair.
After apologizing, Gwen stood up, forcibly suppressing her astonishment.
"The true value of this coffin is... fifteen million StellarCoins. As to why it’s so high, no comment."
This time, Gwen only provided the price.
She did not disclose a single piece of information about the vampire coffin.
Her gaze fell on Daniel: "Congratulations, Mr. Daniel. Three guesses, three hits."
Daniel nodded, "Can the third point win some extra prizes? Like, for instance..." he paused, a playful smile playing on his lips as he looked at Gwen, "a date with Miss Gwen."
Such bold flirting would usually earn Gwen’s slap.
But now, Gwen not only didn’t want to slap him, she even blushed a little.
The man in front of her was mysterious and handsome.
His confidence was particularly captivating.
Upon hearing Daniel’s invitation, Gwen found herself surprisingly agreeing: "Mr. Daniel, if you have such a need, I can accommodate."
"But don’t forget about tonight’s late-night snack. I am looking forward to hearing your story, Mr. Daniel."
This exchange caused quite a stir.
The treasure hunters beneath the stage and the crew members of the ’Wild Treasure Hunt’ were all astonished.
Gwen’s image in the entertainment circle was deeply ingrained.
She wasn’t particularly interested in men.
They had never seen Gwen show such interest in a man before.
