Ethan's projection remained in the sky, his eyes sweeping over the massive crowd with a calm, business-like indifference. The cold, sharp features of his Arch-Demon form made him look like a king looking down upon his subjects.
"The prices I mentioned were for the normal seats in the main hall," Ethan's voice echoed, "However, for those who value their status and privacy, I have prepared VIP rooms. If you wish to look down upon the auction in comfort, the prices are as follows:"
[Grade 1 VIP Room: 1 million Origin Coins]
[Grade 2 VIP Room: 2 million Origin Coins]
[Grade 3 VIP Room: 5 million Origin Coins, Includes private service from our special maids.]
Ethan showed no mercy. He knew that his products, the bloodline serums and the high-grade artifacts, were things these people would crawl through fire to obtain.
If they wanted luxury, they would have to bleed their treasuries dry before the first item even hit the stage.
"You may begin paying now," Ethan announced.
