The moment the elderly Frostborn spoke those words, the atmosphere within the auction hall subtly changed.
"A Winter Monkey."
Many demons who previously looked bored or were talking immediately became attentive.
Some even straightened their postures unconsciously.
Simon narrowed his eyes slightly while looking at the large cage on the stage.
Cold air continuously escaped from beneath the black cloth covering the cage, and strangely enough...
The temperature within the auction hall gradually began dropping.
Some Lesser Demons immediately circulated their demonic energy to resist the cold while several Fiends narrowed their eyes with serious expressions while subtly circulating their demonic energy to also resist the cold.
The old Frostborn smiled faintly after noticing the reactions of the crowd.
"It seems many of our guests are already familiar with this creature."
He slowly grabbed the black cloth.
Then...
He pulled it away completely.
The auction hall became silent.
