"Weber, what exactly do you want to do?"
Back in the room, the white-haired young man grabbed hold of Lord El-Melloi II and loudly inquired.
"Right now, it's impossible for El-Melloi to prepare so much money! Or do you want to provoke the World Tree of a Thousand Realms?"
"I don't have that much money indeed."
Lord El-Melloi II nodded.
"But we must proceed, once the auction is over, then everything is over."
"Have you ever thought about what if that young lady suddenly changes her mind and decides not to buy? Wouldn't the House of El-Melloi be done for? This train isn't a place where you can run up a tab!"
The white-haired young man sighed helplessly.
"In fact, most of us have basically given up, haven't we? What's the point of raising the bid like this? As long as that young lady raises her hand, the victory is ultimately hers."
"Does Miss Red Ponytail have that much money?"
