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

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: New thief

"Of course, I would love to help my dear niece when she needs it. Unfortunately, I am a little short on funds as well. That's why I was forced to sell a precious slave. I don't think I will be able to help her," the Seventh Primordial rejected the proposal for a meeting outright.

He didn't seem the slightest bit interested in helping Estelia, even if his words conveyed otherwise.

"You... Alright. I will convey your message." Jenia clenched her fist and turned to leave. She had already delivered the message and received a rejection. There was nothing else for her to do.

"Well, there might be a way for me to help her. But it depends on your willingness." Jenia was about to step out of the room when he heard the Seventh Primordial's words.

Jenia came to a sudden half, and looked back, "What willingness?"

"As you might know, I just earned a hundred million for selling a slave. But I appeared to have made a mistake and declared something really foolish."

"As you know, a Primordial can never go back on their promise. So if you can help me keep that promise while getting that money, it will help my dear niece."

The Seventh Primordial comfortably moved back, with his hands on the back of his head.

"Which promise?"

"I promised that I will give a hundred million to the person that can make me feel the best here. That's why these two girls have been competing for it," the Seventh Primordial answered, his eyes greedily looking up and down Jenia.

"If you join, and you're good enough, you might win. Then you won't have to ask me for money. You can help my dear niece yourself."

He talked like he was really troubled, because he had already promised how he was going to spend his wealth. Even if he wanted to help his niece, he couldn't break that promise.

Jenia was absolutely certain that this vile man was lying, but she had no way to prove it. If she wanted to get money from him, then she could only play by his rules.

"Keep that wealth for yourself. I don't need it!' she exclaimed, trying her hardest to not curse openly at that man. Even if she wanted to help Estelia, she wasn't going to do what that man wanted.

She quickly left the room, and went back. The Seventh Primordial was left behind with a frown. "And here I thought she might actually take that offer. What a disappointment."

She shook his head lightly, before waving his hand. The door of his room closed, and he shifted his focus back on the women that were working hard all this time.

....

'What just happened?' In another place, Eren simply looked in disbelief.

He had been hiding inside the shadow of the Auction House Guard, being led towards the stage. He really thought that the guard was an ordinary guard, but with time, he realized that things weren't as they seemed.

The guard was stopped by other guards, who asked him about his identity as if they didn't recognize him at all. Instead of producing his identification, the guard simply killed the other Guardians.

Looking at the bloody sight, it became clear that the person he had been following wasn't a guard of the Auction House. He didn't have the permission to approach the stage. He was a person like him, someone approaching the stage for his own purpose.

"I am approaching the stage. Are you in place?" the suspicious guard asked, bringing his wrist close to his lips.

"I'm in place. I will release it on the count of three, so make sure you're ready!" A woman's voice came from the watch on the man's wrist. "The effects won't last long. You will only have five minutes to get out of there."

"That's perfect." The man lowered his hand and continued on his way, not even cleaning the bloody mess that he left in his path.

Eren didn't know what he had gotten himself caught up in. He was trying to steal the Portal Stone, but he had ended up following someone who seemed to be scheming something just as big.

It wasn't just one person, but felt like an entire group that wasn't worried about the presence of the Primordial Demons at all.

Eren didn't know what to think about it. Should he feel happy that someone was helping him? Or should he be upset that things had already become so complicated.

The guard cracked his knuckles after reaching his position, stopping merely twenty feet away from the stage that was heavily surrounded by guards. Three seconds had already passed, but he didn't rush towards the stage.

Under his breath, he started a count of his own.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three...."

The countdown kept going, while the increase in bidding slowed down. At this point, Eren was also starting to feel the stress. If the auction ended before this person took action, then it was all useless for him.

If the man didn't take action on time, then he had to rush out himself. The last bid was from Estelia's room, and there was no increase from other rooms. It truly felt like the end of bidding, as the Auctioneer also started his count, giving the last opportunity to the other room to make a bid.

Eren spread out his divine sense to check the condition of the other rooms, to see if this was truly the end or another bid was going to come. But the moment he did so, he was left absolutely stunned.

Inside the second room, there were multiple Primordial Demons. Even the Second Primordial was there, as if they were working together. But what left him truly shocked was that none of them were moving.

Only their pupils were trembling in disbelief as an unknown force seemed to have restricted their ability to move. It wasn't the case for the second room only, as the other Primordial Demons were also restricted by that same force.

He finally understood what that voice meant when it said that they had five minutes. Something was used to restrict the Primordials, but there was no force in this world that could restrict them for an eternity.