My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: External help

"If that's the case, then aren't we going to lose?" The more Estelia thought about Jenia's words, the more plausible they started sounding.

Only the Seventh Primordial was associated with her father. The other Primordials had no loyalty to them, even if they weren't hostile. If they were sharing their funds with the Second Primordial, then it felt like a war that was almost impossible to win in a fair manner.

The other Primordials had already realized that they couldn't win the auction with the bid going above two hundred million. But even then, it didn't make sense for them to just share their funds and help others.

Estelia didn't understand what the Second Primordial offered them, in exchange for their help. Or were they simply helping because they didn't want her father to win?

"Four Hundred Million!" She increased the bid, just as the Auctioneer was about to declare the Second Primordial as winner.

Even though it was an uphill battle, she didn't want to give it until she had completely ran out of her funds. Along the way, she tried to contact her father, to ask for his advice.

"Hmm? It's not connecting to him." To her surprise, every attempt of contacting her father, resulted in a failure, even with a communication jade.

There was some force that was stopping every communication from going out of the auction house. She wondered if this was some kind of security mechanism that was placed by the Auction House.

It was the first time that she had seen something like that, but she didn't question it too much. Today's auction was the most special out of all after all.

She didn't realize that she had made a really huge mistake by thinking that it was a normal phenomenon. The blockade of communication didn't come from the Auction House.

As no one else was trying to communicate with people outside of the auction, no one else noticed this strange phenomenon. Meanwhile, she had noticed it, but decided to ignore it.

"Four Hundred and fifty million!" The Second Primordial increased the bid, his voice not fluctuating even a little as if he still had a lot of funds to spare.

"Four hundred and sixty million!" Estelia exclaimed, before turning to Jenia.

"I'll soon run out of funds. I will need more funds, and there is only one person who can help us. Can you quickly go and tell the Seventh Primordial to come here. If he gives me some funds, then I might be able to win."

"You want me to go to that pervert!" Jenia looked at Estelia weirdly, as she didn't want to be in a thousand feet proximity to a guy like that.

"You just have to tell him that I'm calling for him! He won't do anything! It's urgent!" Estelia said, unable to hide her urgency as the bid was increased even more by the Second Primordial.

"Four hundred and eighty million!" She exclaimed, raising the bid by a little.

"Four hundred and ninety million," The Second Primordial said, calmly sitting on the seat, looking at the item on the stage. He didn't taunt Estelia, focusing only on the bidding. However, his sister didn't stay behind.

"Are you running out of funds? Why are you increasing by such small amounts? I thought you were supposed to be wealthy!" The dragon princess tried to get back at Estelia, who had previously insulted her.

"I don't think you need to worry about my funds." Estelia coldly answered, before shifting her attention back to Jenia. "Go on! There's no time to waste!"

Jenia wanted to ask why Eren couldn't go, but she already knew the answer. It was something extremely urgent, and Eren was weak and slow. He was only going to drag things down.

That's why, even if she didn't want to do it, she had no choice.

"Just for you, I'm doing this." She stood up and left the room. She rushed across the hallway, going to the room of the Seventh Primordial. After reaching his room, she knocked on the door.

"The door is open. Come inside," a voice came from inside.

Jenia took a deep breath, and opened the door. She was prepared to deliver the message to the Seventh Primordial and then rush away swiftly. However, when the door opened, her face turned red and her jaws almost dropped.

She saw the Seventh Primordial sitting on a chair, looking at the auction through the glass. However, he wasn't wearing anything on the lower half of his body. Moreover, there were two women that were sitting before him, on their knees, pleasuring him.

The chair was arranged in such a way that she could see everything from the entrance itself. Nothing was hidden, including how their tongues moved like serpents.

"I didn't think you would be interested in me, to the point that you would come here yourself. I will graciously accept the offering," the Seventh Primordial raised his hand.

An unknown force grabbed the slim waist of Jenia. She flew towards the Seventh Primordial, only to stop when she was right next to him.

The Seventh Primordial waved his hand, closing the door before grabbing Jenia's butt, "Glorious, isn't it?"

Jenia flinched like a frightened rabbit, disgusted by his touch. She quickly rushed away, "Please behave yourself!"

"I'm not here to do anything with you. I'm just here to deliver a message from Lady Estelia. She has asked for an audience with you, urgently," she exclaimed, slowly moving away from the man, and towards the door.

"Is it because she needs funds from me? It's not hard to guess." The Seventh Primordial picked a glass of wine, and took a lazy sip before pouring the rest of the wine in glass on the extended tongues of the women that were pleasing him.

"That's right. The other Primordials are working together. She wants you to help her, as her relative." Jenia said, trying her best to not reveal the disgust she felt for this man's actions.