White steam wafted from the porcelain teapot, and the room's temperature was rising rapidly.
Meanwhile, the scene downstairs was no different, a war without visible bloodshed was transitioning from an all-out battle of gold and drums to a fierce duel.
The faces in the hall glowed like hot coals, even replacing the roaring fireplace, making the air of the entire venue torrid.
Initially, the wealthy individuals from Queen Street were still participating in the bidding contest, but as prices gradually stepped into the hundred-thousand mark, even they, with their immense wealth, couldn't help but have second thoughts, weighing the worthiness of their actions.
Conversely, the nobles seated on the second floor were the complete opposite; the ever-increasing prices didn't make them calm down, but rather, made them more fervent.
As the servant of the Earl of South Stream Valley raised the price to three hundred thousand, the atmosphere on-site reached its climax.
