CHAPTER 825: CHAPTER 559: THE DISTANT IDEAL LAND

"What is it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is a Book of Literary Fortune. The poet named Bai Langzi has reached the spiritual level of a Platinum Author, but due to sales and fame not keeping up, his status didn’t achieve that rank."

The Fool said.

"How did you know?"

"I just used my own literary fortune to probe. If the spirituality isn’t strong enough, the literary fortune would hide and not dare to appear. However, Bai Langzi’s literary fortune did not yield and directly appeared to contest with mine. If I hadn’t voluntarily backed down, it would rather die than submit. Truly a consummate work."

The Fool mused.

"So what’s the use of this Book of Literary Fortune?"

He asked again.

The Fool didn’t answer immediately but snapped his fingers.

A large mist emerged from the top hat, isolating the two of them from the outside world.

"That Gray Cat is actually my severed wicked corpse."

The Fool sighed and said.

"Huh?"

Liu Zheng looked shocked.

No, how did this suddenly turn into a tale of severing three corpses? The narrative style changed too abruptly!

"Back when I wrote the book ’Amon and His Monocle,’ my literary fortune was unrivaled. However, I felt my spirituality had run out, unable to create anything better. So, after thinking it through, I used Daoist techniques to sever my wicked corpse, allowing it to find its own path. Once it ascends to a Platinum Author, I might absorb it and perhaps break through to a higher realm."

The Fool explained.

"Then what is its intention in bidding for this manuscript?"

He asked.

"It knows well that if it continues developing in the long novel field, it can’t surpass my original form. But shifting to another field holds no hope of advancing to become a narrator. So, it plans to use this poem manuscript to change its foundation and step into the poetry field. If it can absorb me in the future, the combination of long novel and poetry fields would greatly increase the breakthrough possibilities."

"If it can create a long epic, ascending to become a narrator instantly is not out of the question."

The Fool said.

"I see."

Indeed, the human heart is uncontrollable, and so is a cat’s.

Even someone as grand as the Fool cannot make everyone act according to his wishes, even if it’s another version of himself.

"Then I’ll let the auction fail, and deliver this manuscript directly to you."

Liu Zheng said.

Even if others bid, there’s a risk the Chariot might get his hands on it; having it fail and giving it directly to the Fool is the best option.

"You already know the value of this manuscript and still wish to give it to me? Whether I absorb the Chariot or the Chariot absorbs me, we would both turn into a cat and be immensely grateful to you, dear delivery man."

The Fool said.

"I don’t understand such high-level matters. Currently, Mr. Fool is my friend, and only you are my friend."

He shook his head and said.

"Got it. No wonder Yi Xie Na Mei likes you so much; indeed, the delivery man is not ordinary."

The Fool smiled and said.

He snapped his fingers again, and the mist flowed back into the top hat like rivers merging into the sea.

"Mr. Liu, we’ve entered the final stage."

The projectionist promptly said when Liu Zheng reappeared.

"I decline all of them."

He didn’t even look at those competing items and stated directly.

"Are you sure? If the auction fails now, a service fee of ten thousand will be added."

The projectionist reminded.

"I’m sure."

Liu Zheng said, feeling a bit of financial pain.

"I’ll pay for it."

Just as he was about to take out money, the Fool handed a black, gold-edged bank card to the projectionist.

"The password is eight eights."

He said.

"Understood, Mr. Fool."

The projectionist sent the card backstage, and it quickly came back.

"The seller is unsatisfied with all the competing items, so this round’s auction has failed."

The Penguin Captain swiftly announced the auction result.

"How is that possible?!"

The Gray Cat became anxious.

Doesn’t the seller know the value of this manuscript?

If not for its special circumstances, this manuscript would be worth three poetry manuscripts in exchange.

"Why couldn’t it be? Trading collections is like making friends, both parties need to see eye to eye. It’s not like just because your collection is valuable, they have to trade with you. If that were the case, auctions would lose their meaning; everyone would just go to a store with fixed prices."

The Penguin Captain said sternly.

Everyone present nodded at his words, and the collectors who failed at bidding also quieted down.

"Your boss truly speaks with wisdom."

Liu Zheng complimented.

"Of course, it’s not just because of his three brothers that he became the boss."

The projectionist replied.

"Hmph!"

The Gray Cat, seeing this, had no choice but to give up, resolving inwardly to find the manuscript’s seller after the auction.

"What a pity, the fourth round of bidding failed. But it’s fine, I’m sure the auctions that follow will be even more exciting. Now, let me see what the fourth round’s item is."

"Wow, it’s another heavyweight artifact. The level of this auction is genuinely very high."

The Penguin Captain exclaimed, looking at the projected artifact in front of him.

It was a large, golden sword sheath, adorned with striking blue enamel as decoration and many ancient, mysterious inscriptions in the center.

"’Distant Ideal Land,’ also known as ’Avalon,’ the legendary scabbard of the victorious and pledged sword. The bearer of the scabbard does not age, and any injuries heal rapidly. When its true name is released, it forms an ’Absolute Guardian’ domain that ignores all attacks."

The Penguin Captain introduced.

"It’s actually this one."