The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Young master… young master…" The maid beside Desmond whispered while pointing at Desmond's shoulder, trying to wake him up in a subtle way.

A moment later, Desmond opened his eyes and looked at the maid in confusion.

"The item young master wanted has come out." The maid said, pointing out the glass.

"Ah."

Desmond rubbed his eyes, and he saw a guard come onto the stage, take a sword from the platform, and replace it with a cage containing elves.

"I see .." 

Desmond nodded while resting his chin on his palm.

"What is the price now."

"1000!"

Desmond saw that the maid wanted to answer, but her voice was interrupted by the other maids' shout from another VIP room, and it also answered Desmond's question. 

"Hoho."

The voice came from the VIP room in front of Desmond. He saw the fat man staring at him with a defiant gaze with the maid sitting on his lap.

"Haha, child play ...."

Desmond felt amused when he saw the fat man's behavior; he then snapped his fingers. 

"Set the 2000 price."

Hearing this, the maid was a little surprised; she didn't expect that Desmond would be that easy to say.

If he so easy to said that, he must be rich, right? Should I seduce him? she thought, shaking her head.

"Yes, young master." 

The maid lowered her head and held her neck while clearing her throat.

"2000!"

Desmond was taken aback. What a primitive way! 

He didn't expect that the maid who had been beside him with an elegant appearance had a voice that was louder and bigger than a man.

A man in disguise, Desmond thought, while looking at the maid with a conflict expression.

Meanwhile, the people at the auction were also stunned, especially the fat man who had mocked Desmond earlier.

Did I hear it wrong?

"2000 1x." 

Along with the sound of hammering, the presenter stared at the other VIP rooms, trying to get the young master nor mistress to raise the price. This time he didn't even glance at the crowd in front of him.

What a joke! This is a bigshot; I have to fish with all my might, thought The presenter as he glanced at the fat man, hoping he would raise the price.

Grinding his teeth, the fat man is narrowing his eyes at Desmond. 

"Humph!" The fat man was snorted, and it was seen that he was talking to the maid sitting on his lap.

"3000!"

Desmond didn't feel offended or panic at this. I just hit the jackpot after all! HAH! a mere few thousand coins are nothing in my eyes!

Unconsciously the desire he had endured for months about money going out was wandering, his lips curved into a smile so wide that it gave the fat man who saw him goosebumps. 

"5000!"

"..." 

Total silence, all the people who were at the auction, even the people sitting in other VIP rooms, this time were speechless.

Meanwhile, The presenter's eyes lit up. He subconsciously bowed down to Desmond's VIP room and then rushed to see the people's reactions around him. 

"5000 1x," 

Shouted The presenter hastily at the same time as the sound of hammering, making his voice very clear in all corners of the building.

* BAM *

The fat man hit the small table beside him; although the punch was not significant, there was a little crack from the hit's result.

"Dammit, if only I had brought more money! "

Shouted the fat man in frustration, making the maid who had been sitting beside him immediately stood up and walked away with trembling legs.

"Excuse me, young master, .... so…how?" 

Even though the maid knew that it was unlikely that the young master in front of her would win, but as a professional, she still had to do her duty.

"HAH?!" The fat man turned around, furiously looking at the maid.

Inadvertently, the maid slowly retreated when she saw the master's gaze in front of her. " I'm sor ... y ..young master. " And finally, the back of the maid feel like it had touched the door. 

"CONGRATULATIONS to the guests there; you have succeeded in getting a sexy elf." 

The voice of The presenter shattered the calm between the fat man and the maid.

"Hell yeah! That person must be so rich that he wastes gold coins only on slaves. "

"Shut your mouth. What if that person hears us and also makes us slaves? Ha, haha."

"Right, almost, thanks for reminding me. Ha, haha."

The majority of the crowd mocked and ridiculed Desmond's behavior, but some admired him for his bravery.

…

Meanwhile, the people who were in the other VIP room sighed. They all simultaneously saw the VIP room where Desmond was wearing a mask, and his maids were getting ready to pay.

"Young people these days are weird." One of the people from the VIP room shook his head at Desmond's behavior.

"Greed can destroy wealth; why can't he just go to the tavern and make his own harem, fool." The others scoffed at Desmond's behavior.

The maids who were among them stared at the people who mocked Desmond with displeasure. 

Earlier, when the elf came out, each of their masters gave praise and value to every aspect of the elf's body, making the maid beside them feel disgusted and wanted to vomit.

But they were all silent and only mocked when they couldn't get what they wanted.

Why don't you say that you also want that elf ?! Thought the maids simultaneously.

For them, the maid who was with Desmond was very fortunate to have young and wealthy customers. 

…

At the same time, in Desmond's VIP room. Two people are happy with his victory, himself and the maid beside him.

"Huff… finally…" Desmond leaned back, enjoying the softness of the auction sofa. "Well… the last material has been collected…" His gaze became serious as he watched the crowd below slowly disperse.

He also saw the VIP room where the previous 'fat man' was filled with chaos. 

Although the distance between the rooms they are not too close, Desmond could see a situation that, thanks to his efforts that reach Grade 1st swordsman at an early age.

The situation in the room was very chaotic. Broken glass, a sticky table, and some blood were also on the floor.

Hahaha… naïve!

Seeing this, Desmond felt pleased and proud; he did not realize that his behavior was like a child who had just defeated his rival.

Meanwhile, the maid beside Desmond had begun to imagine many things to enjoy the proceeds from selling the elves.

Buying clothes, fancy food, going for fun, she thought as she glanced at Desmond.

Boss will definitely give me a huge bonus for this; I didn't expect this young master to be so rich, though the maid and smiled broadly.

Desmond, who was already satisfied with the people's annoying expressions, then managed to regain control.

Oops… lately, my stress level must have built up so that some of the emotions that I had been controlling for a long time went out of control.

Desmond frowned; this is very dangerous for him. Not only did this would risk his life during battle, but this would also affect his future decisions.

Maybe because of my hand's loss, causing his mind to get into a lot of trouble and become depressed? He thought while looking at the maid beside him.

"Ehm ... so where is my stuff?"