The auction hall was in chaos.
The moment Lord L's voice transmission ended, the entire room exploded with whispers.
Nobles, warriors, and high-ranking officials murmured among themselves.
They were still stunned by what had just happened.
"Did that really just happen?"
"He mocked Varen to his face, called his auction a failure, and then just… left?"
"No, no, forget Varen! Did you hear what he said to the audience?! He outright mocked us!"
A wealthy merchant slammed his fist on the table, his face red with frustration.
"That arrogant bastard! He just called everyone weak!"
Another noble, an experienced beast tamer, let out a chuckle.
"You have to admit… he has guts."
His friend, an older warrior, laughed and shook his head.
"Guts? That's not just guts. That's madness. He openly insulted his own future customers."
The younger, less experienced nobles fumed.
"Who the hell does he think he is?! If he wants people to buy his beasts, why insult them first?!"
