But at this moment, everyone was immersed in that touching story that brought tears to their eyes, so no one noticed his gaffe.
The host knocked the gold-edged wooden gavel in his hand and said excitedly to the guests below the stage in a high-pitched voice.
"A bid from the esteemed Mr. Colin, two thousand gold coins once! Any higher bids?"
"Two thousand five hundred!"
The bidder this time was also a servant of a noble, and judging from his arrogant demeanor, his master's status was likely high.
Recalling Lord Colin's instructions, Punk kept his composure, ignoring the provocative gaze of that insolent fellow.
His goal was to seize the first and last bids, not to squawk around the venue like a parrot just learning to talk.
Seeing that Mr. Colin's servant did not respond to the challenge, the noble's servant wore a slightly disappointed expression, as if his punch had landed on cotton.
But he did not remain complacent for long.
