The Supporting Character's Harem Is Very Normal

The entire hall was silent; after all, they had just seen everything that had just happened.

The people here naturally knew how powerful the Seventh Elder was.

They also showed respect to the Seventh Elder by allowing Rakka to buy the sword. Besides, they didn’t want to buy something they considered useless; they just wanted to wait for the next item.

Miconia looked around; she also realised what the people here were thinking and immediately declared: "So... this sword belongs to that mysterious guest, with a price of 3 million gold coins..."

…

Rakka did not stay to continue the auction but immediately went to the trading room to wait for the sword he had just successfully auctioned.

A moment later, unlike Rakka’s thoughts, he thought that an old man or a female employee would bring the sword to him.

However, the person who appeared was Miconia, making him frown and feel uncomfortable, thinking to himself: ’Is this girl... planning to use her beauty to attract my attention?’

Rakka was not wrong in thinking like this. After all, he had just received a lot of sympathy from an Elder from the Enchanter Tower, so it was understandable that many people wanted to ingratiate him.

With the experience of his previous life and this life, he does not want to have much to do with any woman.

Rakka just wanted to quickly become stronger, then return to the old world and take revenge on those who harmed him, especially that woman and the person he thought was his best friend.

Suddenly, an image of a young man appeared in Rakka’s mind: Lathel.

He frowned, then smiled arrogantly: ’Okay, I also have a friend in this world.’

Miconia brought an extremely delicate rectangular wooden box and gently placed it on the table.

Her attitude was extremely humble, and she spoke softly: "Sorry to keep you waiting; inside is the sword you want; you can check it again."

Rakka glanced at Miconia, then looked back at the sword. His gaze seemed to only stop on her for less than two seconds, then his focus returned to the sword.

Miconia frowned, thinking to herself: ’Strange, maybe.....I’m not as beautiful as I thought?’

It was right for her to feel strange, since Lathel and Rakka didn’t seem to pay attention to her beauty.

Even though she was a bit arrogant and looked down on men who paid attention to her appearance, but… women were still creatures that people couldn’t explain.

If you look at her, she will call you lustful, but if you don’t look at her, she will feel that you are looking down on her.

However, Rakka, of course, did not care what Miconia thought; he only paid attention to the sword on the table.

But Rakka’s actions did not reveal any information indicating that it was the sword of a saint-level master.

Rakka nodded slightly and said: "No need; I trust you. Besides… this is just a useless sword; I have already achieved what I wanted."

He casually threw the sword into his space bag.

Miconia was startled when she heard that. At first, she thought that this sword contained something strange.

Anyway, the two young men continuously raised the price from the lowest to 3 million gold coins; even a fool would be suspicious.

But after the end of the auction, she immediately asked the Seventh Elder to once again appraise this sword.

The result was the same as before; this was just a useless sword, which made Miconia confused.

But now it was different. When she heard Rakka say that his goal was not this sword, she breathed a sigh of relief.

’It seems... His purpose is really to become friends with the Seventh Elder. This sword was just to attract everyone’s attention.’ Miconia thought in her heart.

Besides, she is a businessman after all, and what a merchant cares about most is profit.

Miconia was worried that by the time she discovers that the sword is worth far more than the price Rakka used to buy it, she will regret it.

However, Miconia completely trusted the Seventh Elder’s words. After all, he is an Elder of the Enchanter Tower, his eyes are very precise, and he does not lie.

Miconia smiled and said: "So... next time, if you come back to this place, you will get a 10% discount..."

"No need!" Rakka waved his hand, signalling that he didn’t care: "I’m not short of money; I don’t need your favours."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left. Before Miconia could say anything more, his figure had disappeared, and the door had closed.

Miconia frowned, feeling strange, but then she could only sigh and shake her head.

She didn’t have time to care that much. There was only one thought in her mind right now, which was to make as much money as possible to save her loved ones.

…

In the afternoon, the sun gradually sets. Lathel left the academy, feeling a bit tired.

Today, he not only had to cook for everyone, he also had to talk and help them change their thinking.

After all, this was Lilith’s experiment. Even though it seemed impossible, he still wanted to help her a little.

He was about to leave the academy when a familiar person appeared.

"Rakka?!" Seeing Rakka coming towards him with an indifferent look on his face, he asked in confusion: "You’re back already?"

"I have something to tell you." Rakka replied.

Hearing that, Lathel immediately realised that something was very important. He glanced at Akna, signalled for her to wait a little longer, then went with Rakka to a quite deserted place.

"Well… do you need my help?" Lathel asked confusedly.

"No!" Rakka shook her head, then took out an extremely delicate wooden box and gave it to Lathel: "This is my gift to you, to thank you for what you have done for me."

Lathel frowned and said: "What did I say? Have you forgotten?"

Rakka shook her head again: "Of course I remember, but you should see this once; I’m afraid... you won’t be able to refuse it."

He opened the box as he spoke. Inside was an old sword; the blade was broken, and the entire sword was covered in cracks.

"This is…"

"The sword of a saint-class Master." Rakka said.

"That is a legendary class." Cauldron spoke at this moment, his voice echoing in Lathel’s head: "The Saint level seems to be the highest level on this continent; even during ancient times, few could reach that level."

"At that level, even a small amount of that person’s will left behind in the objects he or she used is enough to cause countless Masters to risk their lives to fight for it."

"People also say that it is the level closest to God."

Lathel heard that and immediately ran towards the sword.

Rakka explained: "I know you also know how powerful the Saint level is. This sword not only contains a bit of the energy of a saint-level master, but it also contains the will and all of the experience of that master."

"In other words, if you own this sword, the path from here to King level, approaching Saint level, will be extremely easy."

"It even contains the energy of the owner of this sword inside. When activated, it is equivalent to the strongest move of a saint-level master."

Lathel took a deep breath, feeling that although this sword had an unattractive appearance, its origin was extremely terrifying.

In other words, just by having this sword, you can definitely become a king-level master.

A King-level Master is an existence that is almost the most terrifying on this continent if the Saint-level does not appear.

Rakka continued: "This is my gift for you, to thank you for what you have done..."

"Sorry, I can’t accept it."

Rakka was startled when he heard Lathel’s words. He frowned and said: "Do you know what this is?" What I just said is true, I…"

"Of course I know." Lathel sighed and replied: "This sword is so precious; whoever owns it can definitely become a king-level Master. However, I think you need it more than I do…"

"What do you mean?" Rakka frowned as he looked at Lathel in confusion, as if wanting to see what Lathel was thinking.

"Like I said, I help you; you protect me. I don’t want to cause so much trouble; I’m too lazy to use the full effects of that sword." Lathel shrugged and said.

"That’s why… I think you need it more than I do. Besides, with it, you can quickly become stronger, so you can protect me better."

"I just want a simple life where I have so much money that I can’t spend it all and countless beautiful women around me."

"Do you really want a life like that?" Rakka frowned and asked: "You must know that..."

"Okay, you don’t need to say much more." Lathel immediately interrupted Rakka: "Everyone’s preferences are different."

"You want power to control the world and become the lord of the continent. As for me, I just want a peaceful life."

Hearing that, Rakka frowned. He stared at Lathel as if wanting to see if he was lying or telling the truth.

However, Lathel’s eyes made Rakka believe that what Lathel had just said was true.

Rakka was silent for a long time, then he finally sighed and said: "Good! I won’t force you. If you regret it, you can find me to get this sword at any time."

"Hahahaha… you don’t have to say that because I… will never regret it."

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