Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 85: The Auction (Part-3)

Before arriving, he had already heard the full story. What he hadn’t expected was that Serestia would dare cause such a disturbance inside the building.

Elysia’s Trading Hall influence spanned the entire Holy Mystic Continent. Its status was unquestionable. Of course, because this branch is in the Elysia Empire, the name of the Empire is attached to it. Its status was strong that the Trading Hall didn’t even need a proper name at all. Just the name trading hall itself was enough. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

No matter who you were, if you wanted to make trouble, you did it outside. Inside any department of the Trading hall, whether it is a mere reception or the Auction House, everyone had to give face.

Once blacklisted by Trading Hall, the troublemakers will be cut off from all trade in this Empire... No formal businesses would want to trade with them. They could only trade privately with individuals and families.

Adding on top of that, the Elysia Commercial Bank, the biggest bank in the Empire, is also run by the Trading Hall. That would also cut you off from any loans from any formal establishments out there. Basically, those who are in the business, their life will be over in the Empire.

Even for cultivators/spirit warriors...

How many shops did the Trading Hall own? How many cultivators relied on those shops for potions, weapons, and resources? Once excluded from buying things from those shops, one’s options would shrink drastically, almost to the point of suffocation.

Such is the influence of this place.

Back to the present, as the shopkeeper’s gaze swept coldly across the hall, the entire place became silent.

The moment everyone saw him appear, they knew—

This fight would not continue.

Whether it was Serestia or Zora, neither could ignore their authority.

In terms of foundation and connections, the Trading Hall was unfathomable.

At this thought, many people instinctively broke out in a cold sweat.

Treasurer Carlon stepped forward with a gentle smile, his tone calm and unhurried.

"Miss Serestia, Princess Consort Zora, the auction is about to begin. I hope the two of you can give the Auction House some face and temporarily set aside your conflict. How about it?"

His expression remained warm, without the slightest hint of anger, yet no one dared underestimate him.

The chill in Zora’s eyes faded once she heard the word Auction House rather than the Trading Hall.

Using Trading Hall means a direct threat. Using Auction House is merely a polite request.

She inclined her head slightly and smiled faintly.

"I apologize for disturbing the auction house’s decorum."

Carlon’s gaze lingered on her for a brief moment.

Someone who could rein in her sharpness so naturally, shift her emotions at will, and still remain composed—This Zora was no ordinary figure.

Moreover, he already knew that Serestia had been the one to provoke first. Yet Zora still offered an apology, showing both restraint and breadth of mind.

"Princess Consort is too polite," Carlon replied with a smile. "It is our honor that you are willing to attend our auction."

Zora returned the smile calmly. From the moment Carlon appeared, she could tell—

This man was formidable.

His cultivation surpassed that of everyone present, yet he served as a mere treasurer. The Trading Hall’s true depth was clearly far beyond surface appearances.

Serestia, however, had no such composure.

"Zora injured me like this, and you expect me to just let it go?" she snapped angrily. "In your dreams!"

As her words fell, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop again.

Carlon’s smile thinned slightly, though it never disappeared.

"So," he said mildly, "Miss Serestia is unwilling to give Trading Hall this face?"

The moment his words landed, a heavy pressure swept through the hall. This time, he used the Trading Hall rather than the Auction House.

And everyone knew what that meant...

Many people subconsciously held their breath.

Serestia was truly fearless... or truly foolish.

Silvan’s heart jumped. He immediately understood the weight behind Carlon’s words.

"Mr. Carlon," Silvan hurriedly stepped forward, "this matter is our fault. We apologize."

Seeing Silvan lower his head, Serestia grew even angrier.

She had already been humiliated, and now even the man who usually indulged her was backing down?

Concession had never existed in Serestia’s dictionary.

She knew the Trading Hall was powerful—but so what?

She refused to believe the Trading Hall would blacklist her over something like this.

"Silvan!" she shouted furiously. "If you don’t help me deal with Zora, then don’t even think about staying with me in the future!"

Carlon’s brows finally knit together.

This Serestia was not merely arrogant—she was blatantly disregarding the Trading Hall’s authority.

Caught between the two sides, Silvan broke into a cold sweat. He stepped in front of Serestia, blocking her path, and spoke firmly:

"Mr. Carlon, rest assured. I guarantee that this conflict will end here." Carlon cast the two of them a calm, indifferent glance and gave a slight nod.

"Very well."

Only after Carlon turned and left did Silvan finally lower his voice and lean toward Serestia.

"Sera, don’t worry. I’ll help you get revenge," he said softly. "But let’s wait until the auction ends first, alright?"

Serestia had been seething with anger, but upon hearing this, she finally calmed down a little. She clenched her teeth and nodded.

"Fine! But you must kill her for me!"

"No problem," Silvan replied without hesitation.

From the brief exchange between Zora and Carlon earlier, Silvan had already learned that Zora was married, and that too, to a princess, nonetheless. Any stray thoughts he might have had vanished instantly.

Since she was already someone else’s woman, killing her would be of no consequence. It’s not like he was killing a Crown Princess or the Imperial Prince... In his mind, a princess consort doesn’t have that much value, and as long as he doesn’t have any witnesses, it is perfect.

At the same time, Black’s furious voice rang out in Zora’s mind.

"Master! Those two are already plotting to kill you after the auction!"

Zora curled her lips into a cold smile. "With just them?"

"They’re a pair of filthy pigs," White snorted angrily. "I feel annoyed just looking at them. Without you stopping me, I’d have dealt with them already!"

"We’ll talk later," Zora replied calmly, a glint of killing intent flashing through her eyes. "Since they’re tired of living, I’ll send them straight to Hell."

Black and White’s eyes lit up at once.

Finally, someone dared to bully their master openly. This time, those fools would pay in blood.

Meanwhile, Silvan laughed lightly and comforted Serestia.

"Sera, don’t be angry. We’re students of Imperial Academy. We get first-class seats. Some people can only sit in second-class seats."

At the Auction House, seating was strictly divided into three tiers.

First-class seats were spacious and comfortable, offering the clearest view of the auction stage.

Second-class seats were slightly crowded.

Third-class seats were the most cramped.

Though everyone could bid regardless of seat, seating itself was a symbol of status.

"So that’s how it is," Serestia said with a smug smile. She cast a sidelong glance at Zora and sneered. "Some people can only sit in second-class seats. I wonder how they even have the nerve to show up."

Zora raised her brows faintly. She truly hadn’t known there were such distinctions.

Nigel leaned over and whispered, "Among the younger generation, we can only sit in second-class seats. Ordinary people are third-class. Only powerful elders and VIPs qualify for first-class."

Zora nodded lightly, clearly unconcerned.

"A first-class seat makes you feel this proud?" Rose couldn’t help but retort. "That’s really nothing to boast about."

She suddenly felt that Scarlett wasn’t quite as detestable anymore. Compared to Serestia, Scarlett almost seemed tolerable.

Serestia lifted her chin haughtily. "You’re just jealous."

Zora hadn’t expected Rose to speak up for her. Just as she was about to say something, a waiter from the Auction House hurried over and bowed respectfully.

"Princess Consort," he said politely, "the treasurer has instructed us to prepare VIP Box Number Three on the second floor for you. Please follow me."

The moment those words fell, the smug expression on Serestia’s face froze solid.

VIP... box?

On the second floor?

For Zora?

Silvan was equally stunned. Even in the entire Elysia Empire, only a handful of people were qualified to enter a VIP box. On what basis could Zora receive such treatment?

The gazes around them instantly changed.

Serestia’s face darkened, her nails digging into her palms.

For the first time since entering the auction house, an uneasy chill crept up her spine.

Zora herself was slightly puzzled as well. Judging from Serestia’s reaction, this VIP box was clearly something extraordinary, far superior to ordinary seats.

"Prepared for me?" she asked calmly. "Why?"