Chapter 7

Getting out of the limo, Ivy and I walked into the manor. It was about six hours away from Gotham. The yard was filled with teens wearing beautiful dresses and suits, but also with a large number of servants wearing non-descript suits and blank masks.

We had already shown our invitations at the gate, so we just walked in to look for where the actual auction would happen.

But as we were walking in, someone stopped us. "Who are you? I know everyone who's anyone, and I don't know you," some rich bitch stopped us and asked with a look of disdain.

"My name is Catherine and this is Ivy, but isn't it usually polite to introduce yourself first? Though, I guess I can't be surprised with you wearing that," I gestured to her outfit. She was wearing a very revealing dress with deep cleavage and a short skirt.

"Humph!" She left in a hurry when she saw that we weren't willing to let her walk all over us. She probably goes to Ollivander Knights' Academy, a private school for the richest and most elite. Most of the elite within ten hours go there.

"Sorry about her. My name is Abigail and she is Anne. I would like to say she usually isn't like this, but I don't want to lie." A new girl with dark, long hair greets us.

"It's ok, that type of person is everywhere. My name is Catherine and this is Ivy, though you may have already heard that." I repeat to Abigail while gesturing toward Ivy, who stands slightly behind me.

I gave Ivy some books about samurai and shinobi honor and deduction to their masters, along with many other books. Though, I do think those had a big part in her changing mentality.

"Hello there." Ivy steps forward and slightly curtsies then stepped back into my shadow.

"Oh how sweet," Abigail singsongs while looking at the younger Ivy. She looks back at me, "Are you here for the auction?"

"We are, and we were about to go searching for it. Maybe you could help?" I ask, thinking she might be a good contact in this world.

"Of course, I would be happy to help." She smiles at us.

"Splendid."

We continue talking while we walk over to where the auction is set up. Once there, we collected our numbers and sat down. Continuing to talk to Abigail, I learned that while there were some 'magical' items everything was quite low-leveled.

Which makes sense, because we are all teenagers. I also learned that very few people actually had any talent for anything supernatural or magical. In Gotham, there were likely around a couple hundred. Which was shocking considering that it is a big city with over a million people.

The auction was starting. The main speaker had on the same outfit as the other servants and workers, just with a smile where his mouth would be on his mask.

The first several items were simple, pedestrian art, but after nearly half an hour, some potentially interesting items came out.

First, there was a dried lion head which was supposed to make you physically stronger and braver. It was not very enticing to me because you had to already have knowledge of how to use it. Though the benefits were nice.

Then, there was a book that the speaker claimed to be able to begin teaching the secrets of sacrifices. While most of the crowd seemed uninterested, I chose to buy it after asking Abigail about it. She told me that many of the people here thought of this as too basic. It cost most of my spending money, but I was able to win it.

The last item that seemed legitimate to me was a pistol that claimed to be able to never run out of ammo. Abigail won that with a bid that was higher than $1 million dollars. This was shocking to me, as it didn't seem that valuable.

Abigail saw my questioning look and told me, "If I can figure out the enchantment behind it, I can apply it to other things." I nodded to show my understanding.

Several other items were shown, but nothing else was very interesting. After the auction finished, we were guided to the back of the banquet hall in order to pay and to either take the items or have them delivered if they were too big or something.

After that, Ivy and I said our goodbyes to Abigail. I made sure to get her number in order to keep the connection, then we left.