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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 560-561
🕑 Added 2025-11-25 16:00:15 +0000 UTCThane sat on the edge of a rooftop, squinting down at the milling crowd below. There were so many people here. He’d known there would be, of course. But knowing and observing were two entirely different things altogether.
But Thane was thrilled to find that, even with the larger group and entirely different demographic of person present on the Menagerie’s street today, his studies about crowd patterns were still correct.
People were still moving the way he generally expected them to. Not as individuals, of course. It was impossible to perfectly predict what one or two or three people would do. But once you got enough of them… well, things tended to start moving a little more like an ocean.
They rippled in waves, filtering themselves into rough flows. That was just human nature. A steady flow of people moved both into and out of the Devil’s Den, while even more had gathered near the center of the street to sit while they ate.
Lillia’s shadow imps slipped through the crowds bearing plates of food to bring to the auction’s attendees. It was quite impressive that none of them had spilled anything yet. With the sheer numbers of people present here, Thane almost would have expected that to be an inevitability.
But more impressive than the imps was the fact that the Menagerie had somehow managed to get representatives of some of the most powerful guilds in the kingdom to sit around on the ground like a bunch of children — and not one person seemed to be complaining.
The energy was high. Chatter rolled through the street in a dull roar in which no individual word possibly could have been made out. Thane would have been completely out of luck if he’d been hoping to pick up on any useful information from people’s conversations.
Fortunately, that wasn’t his job.
Thane’s eyes swept over the crowd once more. They caught on a small group of three men near the edge of the street. The group wasn’t actually doing odd. For that matter, they weren’t doing much of anything.
They were just standing there.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The three of them weren’t talking. They weren’t interacting much with anyone else in the crowd, but they did seem to be scanning it quite intently. That wasn’t a problem in itself. A lot of people attending the auction would have been looking to make connections or observe what the other guilds were up to.
Still…
“Nothing expressly out of the ordinary so far,” Thane whispered, seemingly to himself. He let his hand rest on the hilt of the black blade at his side. “The crowd is acting the way I expected. There are a few people near the edges. Nothing that really stands out yet, but I’d keep an eye on the ones opposite the Devil’s Den. They haven’t moved much recently. They might be scoping people out.”
Vireth rattled.
“No,” Thane said. “You know that isn’t our job, Vireth. We’re staying here.”
“I’m bored,” Vireth whispered, her words coiling through the back of his mind. He could practically feel them shift from one side of his head to the other as if she were coiling around him. “And there are worthy targets in that crowd. Ones that would be interesting to remove.”
“We’re not killing the Menagerie’s customers.”
“You and I both know the customers aren’t the ones I want,” Vireth said with a whispery laugh. “Come now, Thane. I’m not your enemy. You know this by now.”
“There are a great deal of ways someone can have terrible suggestions but still not be an enemy.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Vireth said. The sword pulled slightly at Thane’s side, as if Vireth were trying to physically drag him over the edge of the building. “And we both know that that lot you’re watching are up to something. Let’s finish them off. Deal with the problem before it starts. The Menagerie will thank you for it.”
“No, Vireth,” Thane said. “We’ve discussed roles already. That isn’t ours. And I’m talking out loud. That means Rodrick is going to know what we’re saying. You don’t want him pissed at you.”
“I’ve never been good at calculating consequences,” Vireth said with a snicker. “Come on. Let’s have some fun.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No,” Thane said. “But I’ll find you something fun to stab after this is done, okay? We can do a dungeon together.”
Vireth paused. “A whole day? Just fighting? No stopping to research stupid shit? You’ll have fun with me the whole day?”
“Don’t put it that way, please,” Thane said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And my research isn’t stupid. But yes. I’ll give you a day in a dungeon. Just us. Us and… the monsters you’ll kill in horrible ways, I suspect.”
“Just the words a devil wants to hear.” Vireth snickered. “Deal. One day, Thane. I’ll look forward to it. Also, your little friends are moving. You might want to tell Rodrick.”
Thane blinked. His eyes snapped back to the group he’d been watching. Then he suppressed a curse. Two of the three were already gone, and the third was vanishing into an alley near the edge of the street.
“Rodrick, they’re moving,” Thane said. “I don’t know if there’s a motive. I… uh, got distracted. Sorry.”
There was no response.
But Thane didn’t need one. His eyes just turned back to the crowd.
Rodrick had things covered.
***
Neil stepped out from the Mausoleum. Sunlight pierced into his eyes in greeting. He grimaced, raising a hand to block it out as his vision adjusted. His heart was beating at a dozen thumps per second.
The ring on his finger now bore considerably more wealth than he’d ever been in possession of. Well over 10,000 gold, with the addition of several more Epic items he could put up for sale. All for the sole purpose of acquiring the final VIP seat and buying access into the final round of the auction.
Sure, the money isn’t mine, but I’m getting a commission if I manage to secure us anything good. The Bronze Dragons are even gathering up some of our other items to send me some more things to sell.
We’re probably going to be one of the best positioned guilds to gun for that VIP section. Everyone else who really had the money for it probably already has a seat.
Man, these rings are incredible. I don’t know how many of the other guild representatives here are fortunate enough to have access to them. It took like a year for these to get made, and we still only have 4.
Neil resisted the urge to rub his hands together in delight. He could barely wait for the auction to restart. But the smell of food wafting through the air was certainly more than enough to give him a moment of pause.
An imp approached him, holding out a plate completely covered in food. At its center was a massive sandwich nearly the length of his arm. It was stuffed full of meats and cheeses and dripping with juice. Surrounding the sandwich were an assortment of finger foods and fried vegetables that made his mouth water.
Neil took the plate without a moment of hesitation. A part of him suspected that the Menagerie were putting some kind of magical enhancements in their food to get everyone addicted to it.
A bigger part of him didn’t care.
“Thank you,” Neil said, barely registering the fact that he’d thanked a shadow demon for his meal. He was busy popping a fried carrot into his mouth. His thoughts could barely even linger in one spot for more than a moment.
The food. The auction. The items he was doubtlessly about to get his hands on. What he might see in the VIP section. There were just so many different questions that he wanted to get answers to.
I can’t wait for things to get moving again. But… I don’t think I mind waiting a bit longer, either. Shit. I don’t even know what I want anymore.
Neil solved the issue by taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. The explosion of flavors stole the rest of the thoughts from his mind. For several minutes, he wasn’t capable of anything but shoveling food into his mouth.
And then it was finished. A shadow imp appeared, passing him a napkin and stealing the finished plate from his hands before he could even process what had happened. He looked down at the cloth, then quietly dabbed at his face.
This is the life. Why don’t I get treated like this at my own guild?
All around him, other adventurers looked to be in similar states of bliss. The only ones that didn’t look at peace were the ones actively discussing the auction, the items they were hoping to find, and similar topics.
It had been a while since Neil had seen so many different guilds this excited for something. Frankly, it was quite odd. If Neil had known just how good this auction would have been before he’d arrived here, everything would have been different.
This would have been pure business. Everything would be calculated. Measured. And the same would have held true for the other participating guilds. They’d have sent people with far more resources. There would be members from the guilds in the top 10 on the rankings. Maybe even the Secret Eye or the Adventurers Guild themselves would have actively participated rather than simply observed.
But that wasn’t how things had gone. This auction hadn’t been meant to be anything at this scale. But it was — and that made it more exciting than it ever could have been in just about any other scenario.
There’s no way the Menagerie planned for this, right?
Neil shook his head. That was impossible. Nobody could think that far ahead. But even if they had, he didn’t think he cared. All he wanted was another plate of—
A shadow passed overhead.
Neil glanced up.
A form sailed through the air above him in a blurred streak. It was roughly the size of a man but moved so fast that Neil didn’t even get a chance to process what he was seeing before the form vanished over the horizon.
And then the form — man or whatever it may have been — was gone.
His eyes snapped over in the direction that the form had come from. He caught the smallest flicker of motion as what seemed to be the shadow of a massive hand receded back beneath the rooftops at the edge of the Menagerie’s street.
Neil blinked.
Was that a person?
He wasn’t sure if anyone else had noticed the scene. It had been so fast that he wasn’t even fully sure he hadn’t hallucinated it. He glanced around in the crowd. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything. And, if they had, they weren’t particularly bothered about it.
Neil paused for a moment longer.
Then he shrugged to himself.
Meh. Who cares? I wonder if I can get another plate before the auction restarts.
Chapter 561
An eagerness filled the air of the Mausoleum. The three hour break was over. Everyone had returned from lunch to find that, somehow, new plates of pastries and a cup of tea had been set out for all of the auction participants.
Neil took his seat and settled in, taking a slow sip of his tea as he let his eyes trawl across the room. The doors had already shut and all the attendants had made their way to their chairs. But, he couldn’t help but notice that there were a few less people in the lower stands than there had been during the first round.
Only an idiot would have chosen to skip out on the auction at this point. Even if they were completely out of anything worth money, it would have been smart to stick around and watch just to see what else the Menagerie were capable of.
Someone could have argued that the missing people had been stuck outside while trying to get enough money to buy something during the auction. Neil wasn’t so certain that was the case.
There weren’t any plates of food on the empty chairs.
The Menagerie had known that some of the participants wouldn’t be returning.
Dull murmurs around the room marked that Neil wasn’t the only one noticing the missing people. It wasn’t exactly like the Menagerie had tried to hide it. If anything, intentionally not putting plates out for the missing attendants drew even more attention to their absence.
Did something happen? I…
Madiv appeared on the center platform in a burst of black smoke, and the rest of Neil’s thoughts wheezed out like a snuffed candle. It really wasn’t his problem if a few people went missing. Perhaps the Menagerie had simply dealt with some threats.
At no point did Neil’s mind even bother trying to register the fact that, if the Menagerie had dealt with someone, it meant a tiny crafting guild at the edge of the Empire had somehow defeated members representing some of the highest ranked guilds in the entire kingdom… while their hired guards remained posted up at the front doors of the Mausoleum, unmoving.
“Welcome back to the 2nd round of our auction,” Madiv called. His voice echoed through the large auction house. And every single person within the hall, whether they were from one of the strongest guilds in the kingdom or simply someone fortunate enough to have attended the auction, fell silent.
Not one person spoke over the auctioneer. Even in his completely over-the-top vampire outfit and what must have been fake fangs, every single person paid him complete attention. The man cosplaying as a monster in front of the hall of adventurers had them hanging on his every word. At this point, Neil was pretty sure nobody would have cared even if Madiv really was a vampire.
“As I mentioned before, we will be opening this round up with something special. Access to the VIP section of our auction house,” Madiv called. “The bid will start at 5,000 gold. Benefits to this include access to the third and final round of our auction in addition to an invite to our next auction and a specially cooked meal.”
Neil’s mouth watered. It hardly even mattered that he’d just eaten. He was hungry… and not just for the food. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity pass Bronze Dragon by. The guild had been baffled at his requests, but it was the first time he’d ever asked for backing like this.
His pleas had been enough to convince them to give him everything he wanted and more. With that, even though Bronze Dragon wasn’t anywhere close to the most powerful guild in this auction, he had every plan of making sure he won this seat.
There’s only one way I realistically have a chance at this. Bronze Dragon doesn’t have enough respect behind our name to try to bully anyone out of the way. And to be honest, we don’t have the resources to win this in a proper fight either. There are far richer guilds than us here.
I’m pretty sure there’s only one way I win this. And if I’m wrong… well, it will hardly matter, will it?
Neil flexed his fingers. He leaned forward in his chair, watching Madiv like a hawk as he waited for the next words to come out of the auctioneer’s mouth.
“The 2nd round of the auction will now begin!” Madiv called. “Go ahead and—”
“10,000 gold,” Neil called, raising his sign high into the air. There was no flair or fear behind the words. They were just a number, cast out as if it held the same importance to him as ensuring his breakfast was prepared properly.
Murmurs rose through the room immediately. The weight of dozens of different stares all fell right on Neil. He didn’t let his features so much as twitch. If he was being honest, spending 10,000 on quite literally nothing but the chance to spend more money was already ridiculous enough that the guild leader was probably going to rip him a new one if his plan didn’t work out.
That was why he’d taken his ring off.
Neil couldn’t afford distractions right now.
“11,000,” a man across the room called as he raised his own sign. “I’ll be taking—”
“15,000,” Neil said.
The murmurs grew louder still.
“There’s no way,” someone hissed from behind Neil. “Isn’t he with the Bronze Dragons? Do they really have that much gold they can afford to lose? All the VIP auction seats will do is let you bid against the real big dogs. It’s practically a waste of money unless you can back it up.”
“I know they don’t,” another man said. “They aren’t that rich.”
“How are they bidding that much, then?” the first snapped. “I — oh, shit. They’ve got to have secured backing during the break. I’ll bet they’ve partnered with another guild that didn’t come to the auction. They’re throwing everything they’ve got at this.”
A smile tried to form on Neil’s lips. He crushed it ruthlessly. It took everything he had to keep his face straight. The smallest flicker of emotion could completely waste his efforts.
It would be enough to reveal that they didn’t have any backing at all. Neil was just going to bet just about every single piece of gold they had on the hope that he’d be able to buy a single worthwhile item during the 3rd round of the auction.
He had to save enough gold and items to actually barter at the 3rd level, but that would be a problem for later. Right now… the only thing he cared about was intimidating all the spectators into realizing that going up against him and whatever mysterious guild that people could hallucinate up to be supporting Bronze Dragon.
A terse moment passed.
Neil kept sitting there, unmoving. But nobody else was bidding. The room was awash with conversation, but not a single person had raised their sign.
If Bronze Dragon did have some kind of powerful backer, then messing around with them too much would end up building animosity between their guilds. And at the end of the day… everyone in the normal section of the auction was visible.
Anonymity to truly bid over something was reserved for the VIPs. Even though the chances of Bronze Dragon having actually secured some real backing this quickly were unlikely… everyone else still had to consider the possibility that they were annoying two powerful guilds rather than just one.
Neil could practically hear the thunder of his own heart in his ears. His fingers were twitching despite his best attempts to keep it under control. Nobody could call his bluff. He just couldn’t afford to go any higher. He’d jacked the price up to well more than what any sane individual would have paid for it.
Come on. Call the goddamn auction. You were always jumpy with it before. Don’t string me out here, Menagerie!
A flicker of motion caught the corner of Neil’s eyes. A woman several rows down started to raise her auction card, the conflict clear in her features resolving as she came to a decision.
Madiv’s lips pulled into a smile.
“Sold!” the vampire called, clapping his hands together.
“Shit!” the woman exclaimed. She let her hand drop back to the ground and groaned. “Damn it! I should have been faster. Fucking nutjob auctioneer. Who ends an auction without a countdown?”
Relief slammed into Neil. His shoulders slumped and he sank back into his chair, letting his seat card lower. Hysterical laughter nearly burst free from his lips. He’d just spent a fortune on what very well might have amounted to nothing.
It wasn’t anywhere near enough to bankrupt Bronze Dragon, of course. Large guilds could swing a hell of a lot of money around. But wasting 15,000 gold on literally nothing was a great way to get himself a very severe scolding from the guild leader.
Neil barely even cared.
He just collected himself, letting his fingers interlace as he settled back in. There would be no more bidding for him during the 2nd round of the auction.
He’d already won.
Now all he had to do was buy something good enough in the final round to make sure this victory wasn’t what the guild leader sent him to the grave with.
Comments
Scott
I'm thinking an item that they put up as a sort of gag, intentionally underselling its qualities (most of which are hidden). Neil walks away with it because it's the only thing he isn't outbid on. The hidden qualities make it one of the best items for sale. Menagerie has a good laugh about it.
Ben Bass
TYFTC! Well played by Neil, I think he is one of the few that really gets the potential here with the auction and with the Menagerie. I hope he does well, I do like him. As for Thane, I think Roderick saw the 3, and that was probably Koyu swooping in to protect his street as it were.
jim jaco
I'm going out on a limb here and guess that the invite to the next auction is going to be very valuable. Also Madiv screwing with the bidders is hilarious.
Dirk Gent Lee
A chance to bid AND a meal. Quite a steal there
Tommy
Cmon Neil! We’re rooting for you! TFTC
Cuticle
Nah, he's encouraging others to not wait too long before making a bid - it'll encourage bidding wars. It also promotes the scarcity/perceived value of the VIP seats by making them seem a more limited commodity (move now or you might miss your chance)
Ibuks5
Madiv just wanted to throw the middle finger in someone's face 😂
Law
Pardon me sir but can I please have some more
