# Chapter 71: 71
As he took a sip of wine from his glass, Yves said:
—Give me a sandwich too.
Irritated, Radis placed the entire basket on Yves' lap.
Yves pulled out a large sandwich from inside, devoured it, then looked back and forth between the other sandwich and Radis.
—…you can eat it.
-Oh really?
—I already had dinner. I'm not hungry.
-Did you have dinner yet? I didn't even eat because I was busy working. I asked Marcel—ah, Marcel is my assistant. I will introduce it to you later. Anyway, when I asked Marcel to find out the auction time, he told me it was today. I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, that's why I came here without having dinner first. For your sake!
—I am very grateful…
—Oh, you don't have to thank me for this.
Yves continued speaking in his carefree tone.
—Radis, each of your wishes is an order to me.
—Huu… your sandwich is falling apart.
—Ack.
He covered his mouth to prevent the sandwich from spilling, and Radis simply watched him, wondering if he really was a normal human being.
Apparently, when she first saw him, he seemed like a man worthy enough to carry his title of Marquis, but…
Well, it doesn't matter. As long as you do your job well.
When fulfilling his duties as Marquis, Yves Russell seemed like a quite capable man anyway.
The Marquisate was not prospering exponentially, but the domain seemed to be running smoothly.
The word peace suited him very well.
What does a man's personality matter anyway. I'll just ignore his oddities.
Radis looked around the auction house. He ignored Yves, who was now approaching the pumpkin salad.
The auction house was full of people.
Some showed their faces without shame, while others hid them like Yves did. There were also some that gave off a dangerous air.
Here, Radis understood a little what Yves meant by danger before.
With a crowd of suspicious people in the audience, the auctioneer walked onto the stage and spread his arms. With a strong voice, he spoke:
—Ladies and gentlemen, no previews were held prior to this auction. There wasn't even an appraisal. These are all our articles! It is up to you to judge its value and set its price. That's what the night market is! Now, let's start the auction. Here is the masterpiece of the century that everyone has been waiting for, “The Woman in the Robe.” We will start with 10 million rupees!
Objects such as paintings, ceramics and jewelry rose to the podium one after another.
In Radis's eyes, everyone seemed suspicious.
However, the auction house audience seemed very excited about all of them.
It seemed like his money sense had been paralyzed by these offers that were far beyond his imagination.
"What kind of plate the size of a sauce bowl costs twenty million rubells?"
Wiping his mouth after finishing the pumpkin salad, Yves replied:
—If it's genuine, it should cost around fifty million rubells.
—So it's genuine?
-I'm not sure. If it is, that's amazing. If it is false, then it is false. But I don't think it's a bad replica. Well, other than that, it's time for the guns to come out.
Hearing the word weapon, Radis's eyes shone as he looked towards the podium.
After displaying the helmet of a war hero and the armor of a mercenary king, they finally brought the weapons to the stage.
—Ohhh!
The auctioneer raised a sword with his white-gloved hand, and the crowd became excited.
—Now, I'm sure most of you today have heard of this beautiful double-edged sword. One blade representing God's will to protect the world, and the other blade wielding the power of the devil, with enough destructive power to end an era. It's the Sword of Fire, 'Pyrrh'!
In the auctioneer's hand, a beautiful silver sword shone with splendor.
The beautiful sword blade extended elegantly, and like a shooting star, a pattern of flames was engraved on it. The handle, shaped like a fire, was also a work of art.
In the center of the handle was a bright red magic stone, which also glowed dazzlingly.
When Yves saw the sword, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
That was the reason why he postponed all his scheduled tasks today and ran to the night market with Radis, just to show him that sword.
Lowering his voice to a whisper, the auctioneer spoke in a mysterious tone.
—'The Sword of Fire', the sword known as 'Pyrrh' that the empire's founding taxpayer, Alexis Tilrod, wielded, had been lost to the world… until now. The auction starts at one hundred million rupees!
At the end of the auctioneer's explanation, Yves raised his hand with the ring and said:
—1 billion rupees.
—…!
Silence fell over the auction house.
Yves looked at Radis with a smug smile.
—Radis, this is all for you...
But Radis wasn't even looking at 'Pyrrh'.
She focused on a point behind the podium, lost in thought.
Noticing Yves looking at her, Radis tilted her head, perplexed.
—Are you going to buy that sword?
—…I'm giving it to you.
-That? I'm not well. I don't need such an expensive sword. I don't want to take that sword with me.
—…!
Radis then pointed to a rusty iron sword that looked more like a club than anything else.
—I want that one. How much will it cost? Can I buy it with my pocket money?
—…!
Yves's face turned blue.
Valiz