The feeling of nearly having something in your palm, only for it to be snatched away at the very last second was something that could not be easily explained.
The unpleasantness one would feel on the tip of their tongue and the anger one would feel in their hearts was indescribable.
And it was the same for Simon.
'Who the fuck wants to die?!'
Simon's eyes flashed with anger and a fraction of his killing intent as he looked at the private box that outbid.
The demon in the private box had not placed a single bid on the hydra's blood from the moment it came out.
But when Simon was about to win the hydra's blood, that was when he knew that he wanted to place a bid?
How could Simon not be pissed?
How could he not be angry?
The other demons in the auction hall looked in the direction of the private box, and some began to speak.
"Ohh. It's a servant of Elder Zevrik Morvain of the Morvain Clan."
"I guess it's not surprising then."
