“Keep betting, kid. I’m rooting for you.”
The man makes no attempt to hide his obvious bias against the strange woman
Um, chiaki? I think the man has bad intentions. Don’t you feel that he isn’t even trying to cover his bleeding?
If the man could hear this, he’d ignore it.
(oh, how things change)
Finally done with her little food escapade behind, Terrice takes one good look at the current situation…
“Oh my, really? Over that block of stone?”
She continues to watch on from the back, munching on some… food. Having food clears her head.
“It’s obvious what game he’s playing,” Santiago piped up. “The more people who bid, the higher the price goes. And since everyone who doesn’t win, loses 25% of their bid…”
He leaned forward, staring at the auctioneer in an unsettled way, his eyes glinting in the light. “…He makes a nice profit.”
“I make no attempt to hide it. I’m not a thief or a liar, unlike some people”
(I can’t believe you guys are falling for capitalism)
(He says, while taking people’s gold as a ‘bidding fee’ and concealing the truth)
“My bias is towards the fair who give me the most money.”
/bid 65
Evelyn is getting upset.
Chiaki bids 50.
The man seems proud.
Time doesnt extend
Bidding is in ten’s and five’s. I warned you earlier.
Meant 55
My b
/bid 55
Evelyn bids 55. The man looks at her like she’s dumber than she looks. The man, if he could see this statement, would also call that impossible.
(I have an idea, try to bet 65 and let Satori waste her 70 coins)
(Remember that he’s literally taking more coins from you the more you bid)
(You’re about as clear as hiding favourtism as the man is)