Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 148: The Vest of the Mytherial Moon

The invitation clearly stated that all guests must remain in their human forms during the auction unless

absolutely necessary. This was a standard rule in gatherings of the supernatural community, as every

supernatural being on Earth had two forms... human and true. In their true forms, sbeings were enormous,

like dragons, while others, like Nagas, were long and serpentine. Their varied shapes made seating

arrangements difficult. For the sake of uniformity and convenience, the human form was preferred at all official

events.

As Erevan entered the auction house, his sharp eyes quickly spotted Fiona Elizabeth Raynor. She was just about

to enter VIP Box 4, but paused when she also noticed him. With graceful poise, she walked over, bowed slightly,

and greeted, "Greetings, My Lord. | wasn’t expecting to see you here."

Erevan returned the nod. "I cto see if anything interesting is up for auction. What about you? Do you have

your eye on something specific today?"

Fiona smiled lightly. "I attend their monthly auctions several times a year. I'm a VIP member here. The auction

house senta message yesterday stating that srare and valuable items would be up today. | just arrived

in Kvernheim and cstraight here."

At that moment, a familiar, playful voice cfrom behind Erevan. "It seems today’s auction will be quite the

spectacle."

They turned to see Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi, the King of the Nagas, arriving on the second floor through the

stairs where the VIP boxes were located. He gave a courteous nod and greeted them both. "Greetings, King of

Werewolves and Lady Raynor. It's a pleasure to see you here."

Erevan smiled. "Good to see you too. | heard one of your clans has relocated to the Philippines. That region is

under our Cordillera Clan’s jurisdiction. Please make sure they don’t create conflict. I'd rather not have to

intervene."

Prabhas chuckled. "No need to worry, Werewolf King. My people prefer the seas, your people live in the

mountains... they won't cross paths. I've already instructed them to respect territorial boundaries."

Erevan nodded approvingly. "Thank you. That's reassuring."

Then Prabhas turned to Fiona. "I recently signed a business contract with your clan. | hope you don’t mind that |

didn’t go through you."

Fiona waved it off. "I heard something about it from Eleanor when she visited India. But it’s her business. | don’t

interfere unless she asks for advice. Whatever she does has my full support... even if it brings war."

Prabhas laughed. "You must really spoil your granddaughter."

"She'll lead the Raynor Clan one day," Fiona replied with pride. "Better she learn while I'm still around to fix her

messes."

Erevan’s interest was piqued when Eleanor cup in their conversation. But they soon moved on to other

topics, and with the auction about to begin, the three retreated to their respective VIP boxes.

Almost thirty minutes later, Erevan was seated in VIP Box 2 when the event officially started. A tall, well-dressed

auctioneer from the Dragon race walked onto the stage in his human form and welcomed the attendees.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcto this month’s Elysium Auction. | know many of you are here for specific

treasures, so let's begin without delay."

He gestured toward the side of the stage as a stunning young woman with slightly blue skin entered, carrying a

silver tray. Her figure was flawless, elegant in every way. Clearly, she was a merfolk in human form.

"Our first item," the auctioneer announced, "is an Earth-grade defensive talisman. Crafted by a renowned

Molgrath wizard, this talisman provides strong resistance against ghosts, wraiths, and other vengeful spirits."

The merfolk assistant gently placed the tray on the table and pulled away a red cloth to reveal a golden talisman

etched with glowing runes.

"This item has been thoroughly inspected by our in-house experts and deemed authentic. For those attending for

the first time, know this: at Elysium, authenticity is guaranteed. If we cannot confirm an item’s origin, we do not

place it up for auction."

He took a short pause before announcing, "The starting bid is 1 million dollars. Minimum increment is 100,000

dollars."

Within moments, the first bid flashed on the screen: $1.2 million.

In each seat, a small digital panel allowed attendees to enter their bid. No shouting, no raised signs... everything

was discreet and efficient. The screen updated rapidly as the bids climbed higher. Within minutes, the talisman

sold for $5.2 million.

"Sold!" the auctioneer declared.

Then the auctioneer said again, "Now, we move on to our second item. This is a sword with an ice attribute. For

those with ice-based abilities, this weapon offers a ten percent bonus to attack power while wielded. The starting

bid is 500,000 dollars and bidding increments are set at 50,000 dollars."

Another young woman from the merfolk clan stepped onto the stage, carrying the sword delicately on a velvet-

lined tray. Her posture was graceful, and her attire shimmered faintly under the lights, adding a ceremonial flair

to her appearance. She placed the tray on the central pedestal and stepped back, allowing the spotlight to shine

fully on the gleaming blade.

The sword itself looked beautifully forged... its silver-blue blade radiated a faint chill in the air, as if it carried

winter with it.

Bidding commenced immediately. The audience seemed eager, and within minutes, the price had jumped to

over a million dollars. Erevan, however, showed no interest in this particular weapon. He had something else in

mind.

As the auction continued, Erevan placed a few discreet bids. He successfully acquired a rare moonstone tea set

known for its soothing spiritual aura, a selection of pills tailored to various elemental enhancements, and a rare

dimensional storage ring... one that could automatically adjust to the wearer's finger size, making it a perfect

gift for a future clan champion.

More than an hour passed before the atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably.

Two strikingly beautiful young women from the Naga clan entered the stage, each carrying one side of a large,

square-shaped object draped in a heavy black cloth. Their movement was deliberate, and their regal posture

drew the attention of everyone in the hall. After setting the object carefully on the display table, they stepped to

the sides and stood in silent reverence.

The auctioneer’s voice took on a more tic tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've been waiting for has arrived. | present to you the final item of

today’s auction... an item so rare, so exceptional, it has never before appeared on Earth."

He paused, allowing suspense to thicken in the room.

"This... is a piece of history."

He paced slowly in front of the

covered item, continuing his story.

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There was a slight murmur in the audience.

"But due to recent and unforeseen circumstances," he continued, "the lineage has chosen to part with this

treasure. And today, for the first time, they offer it not for coin... but through barter."

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He glanced across the room before continuing. "We understand that many of you may not have brought your

treasures here today. That's not a problem. Simply submit a written proposal describing the healing properties of

the item you wish to offer. You are not required to reveal its exact name, form, or clan origin... just describe what

it does."

Several auction staff members moved through the hall, distributing pens and sealed parchment slips to those

who raised their hands. Sof them wouldn't have dared to bid if it were a monetary auction, but now they

happily raised their hands to place their bids, hoping they might have a chance.

A vampire seated In the gallery stood up and asked, "Mr. Auctioneer, how will we know if our items are of equal

value to the armour?"

The auctioneer replied, "You don't... and that is the point. This isn’t about grading or pricing. The exchange

depends entirely on the owner's judgment. If your proposal interests her, regardless of rank or rarity, she will

accept. And you will walk away with a Heaven-grade armour."

He let that sink In before proceeding. "But before you make your offer, lettell you a bit about this armour."

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"It is said," the auctioneer went on, "that wearing this armour is not just to be protected... but to walk in the

favour of the stars themselves. Even the dragons, in all their might have tried to claw through it. And they

failed.”

He uncovered the item in one go and gestured grandly with both arms. "Ladies and gentlemen, lethave the

honour of presenting to you... the strongest armor currently known to exist on Earth... The Vest of the Mytherial

Moon."