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

Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Robbing the Auction House

'It can't be an ability. If they had an ability like this, then they couldn't simply force their way through. They wouldn't need to be so sneaky. It must be some artefact. But how did they get their hands on something like that?' Eren wondered.

Artefacts that could even affect the Primordials, were restricted by them. There was no way something like this would've been easy to find, for a group of people that weren't connected to the Primordials. He even wondered if they came from another world as well. 

He watched as the "guard" finally made his move. With the Primordials unable to move, the other guards were no match for him. He moved with incredible speed, leaving afterimages in his wake. In mere seconds, he had bypassed the guards and reached the stage.

The Auctioneer was caught completely off guard. He stared at the intruder with wide eyes, unable to react in time. The "guard" snatched the Portal Stone from the display case, shattering the protective barrier with a single touch.

"Now!" he shouted into his wrist communicator.

Simultaneously, a chaotic energy erupted from the woman's side, further disorienting anyone who might have resisted. It was clear now; this was a coordinated attack, to exploit the momentary weakness of the Primordials.

Eren, still hidden in the shadows, was faced with a dilemma. Should he take advantage of this chaos and try to snatch the Portal Stone from the "guard"? Or should he wait and see what their ultimate goal was? 

The presence of a higher realm artifact changed everything. This wasn't just a simple robbery; it was something far more significant.

He decided to wait, for now. He stayed inside the shadow, letting the people take the stone. Now that the auction had come to a halt, it meant he wasn't going to fail his options as long as he could eventually take the portal stone from these people. 

He wanted to know who these people were, what they were after, and most importantly, what they planned to do with the Portal Stone.

The "guard," having secured the stone, retreated with the same astonishing speed he had displayed earlier. He didn't bother fighting the guards who tried to intercept him; he simply evaded them. 

He didn't notice that as he was leaving the stage, a small droplet of blood was left behind, that didn't seem to come from him. Instead, the blood drop came from his shadow. 

The guards tried to chase after the intruder, while the Auction House Manager fell on his knees, in disbelief over the events that took place. He looked at the VIP rooms, and begged them to stop the intruder, not knowing that they were also restricted for the time being. 

If anything, the Primordial Demons were even more furious at their helplessness. Someone was stealing the thing that they wanted the most, when they were in the perfect place to win the auction. It left them infuriated, but they couldn't do anything but wait. 

Everyone was distracted by the thief, with all guards chasing after him. No one noticed that the drop of blood on the stage had started growing bigger as it moved towards the cage in the back. 

The moment it was near the cage, a blood demon materialized from the blood drop. 

A Blood Sword materialised in the hands of the demon that passed through the gap in the cage, stabbing Lenniel in his chest. But it didn't stop, and kept attacking, as if not wanting to leave even the slightest chance that he could come back to life. 

Lenniel was killed while he was inside the cage, and no one was able to save him. Another precious item of this auction was taken, and only a few people in the VIP room saw it. 

They could understand why someone would try to steal the portal stones, but even they didn't understand why someone would kill the slave. If they wanted it, they should have taken it. But they had no benefit in taking him, unless they had another aim behind it. 

It gave some of them the impression that the thieves might be from the world of that Necromancer. And when they thought about it, they remembered the story about the Necromancer that had fought the Hellhound Patriarch. 

Even though things had deviated from Eren's plan a little, in the end, the burden of suspicions still fell on the head of the Necromancer Tower Master to some extent. He had failed the mission successfully. 

After the blood clone killed Lenniel, it disintegrated into nothingness, not even leaving a single trace behind that could be used to verify the identity of the person. The only thing that they could verify was that the person had the same shade of blood as the Necromancer. 

The Auction House was in a mess. Many people tried to contact outside the auction house to ask for help, but it proved to be useless. They realized that not only the communication but even the exits were sealed by an unknown barrier. 

Only the thief was able to pass through the barrier, but everyone else was restricted there, only able to watch the thief leave. 

"Stop wasting time! The effects will run out in a minute at most. Get out of there!" A voice came from the watch, telling the thief to hurry up. 

"I'm leaving," the thief exclaimed, but he still didn't forget to wave the portal stone at the Guards, as if mocking them. 

He closed the doors of the auction house, watching the people banging their fists on the barrier helplessly before running away. 

The thief soon disappeared into the distance. After a few minutes passed, powerful auras rose from the Auction House, making the entire city tremble before the wrath of the Primordials. 

The roof of the auction house burst open, as a Dragon flew in the sky, roaring like a mad beast. The other Primordial Demons also flew out, furious at what had just happened.