Chapter 487

An auction was a customary affair within the Crimson Robe Society.

Items up for bid spanned a wide range—jewelry, calligraphy, Savant Arts manuals, weaponry, human organs, and even living people. The clientele participating in these auctions were mostly affluent enough to rival nations.

Even Byron, whose net value was a few hundred million, was considered a small fry. At best, he was only a spectator.

The auction venue was packed, even more so than the arena earlier.

Byron found a secluded spot, and chuckled.

"Mr. Lester, they say the Crimson Robe Society keeps a low profile and is virtually unknown across Aston. But that doesn't stop it from being the most influential and mysterious organization here. You'll see what true power and privilege look like at this auction!"

With a serious tone, Byron continued, "Compared to them, even your Great Four Warrior Clans of Mirage City are just child's play.

"The auction is divided into three tiers."

"The first tier is for us small frie