Card Apprentice Daily Log



Date- 7 April 2321

Time- 18:17

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital, Southern Card Creationist Association, Auction House

"I am sorry your highness, we couldn't find him. However, we have tightened the city watch if he somehow manages to elude them then border patrol will get him. They all are on high alert for anybody suspicious. They will catch him," the auction house director said with his head held down. He himself was not confident about the city watch and border patrol catching Chris Ainsworth so he did not dare to meet Ann's eyes. 

After failing Ann's expectations so many times he felt aggrieved and he blamed Chris Ainsworth for this. Right now he hated Chris so much that in his mind he had already cussed Chris and his nine generations of family members. 

"How do you expect the city watch and border patrol to catch a card grandmaster who escaped an SSS-rank space isolation array under the watch of so many Card emperors and Card semi-demigods? Please, tell me how? I cannot wrap my mind around it," Ann thundered at the auction house director as his words made no sense to her. 

From Chris Ainsworth's mysterious appearance in the Southern Captial to his sudden disappearance, Ann realized that Chris was in possession of knowledge or power that was not known to them. 

Even with the assistance of Card Demigod, Chris could not have escaped the SSS-rank space isolation array without being noticed by the Card Emperors and Card Semi-demigods in the same room as him. 

Yet, Chris Ainsworth somehow managed to do it all by himself. Adding merits to Ann's suspicion. Therefore, she believed that it was highly unlikely for the City watch or Border patrol to even find him let alone catch him. 

"Your Highness, for my incompetent I will resign and am prepared to face punishment fitting the crime," the auction house director directly pleaded incompetence offered to resign from his position, and begged for punishment because he could not take it anymore. No not Ann's reprimanding but the embracement of failing time and again. 

He was the director of the Southern card creationist association's auction house director. He did not get this position through connections but by stepping on all his competition and making achievements that people believed were impossible. However, today because of a little Card Grandmaster, he failed time and again. 

"I will ignore the resignation letter that you shared with my grimoire. Go back, and think of ways to salvage the monthly auction. It has been delayed too long, think of ways to convenience the dissatisfied and angry crowd. As for your punishment, we can talk about it later," Ann would be stupid to fire the auction house director right when it was facing the greatest crisis since its establishment. 

"Your Highness, thank you for showing mercy," the auction house director bowed, and then glancing at the boy who was eating pizza and the two VR-Cocoon on the floor he added, "Your Highness, I have already thought of a way to salvage the monthly auction but I will require Master Wyatt's assistance for that." 

Seeing neither Ann nor the boy said anything the auction house director continued and spoke his mind, "I can conduct the monthly auction right away, hoping the customers would understand our difficulties as there isn't much we can do at this point or If Master Wyatt is willing to assist us, I can postpone the auction to the next week, this way we will not only able to appease the disappointed crowd but also make this month's monthly auction the most successful monthly auction this decade."

Listening to the auction house director, Ann immediately understood that he planned to auction the boy's VR-Cocoon cards in the monthly auction. And considering that the VR-Cocoon was one of a kind, Ann felt that it was the best way to salvage this month's monthly auction. However, would the boy be on board with this? Considering how he just chewed her and Leo's heads off, it was likely the boy would not be willing to help them out. 

The auction house director patiently waited, seeing that neither Ann nor the boy said a word despite understanding what he was hinting at. The atmosphere in the VIP box was heavy, the auction house director did not dare to speak his idea again unless Ann or the boy brings it up. 

After a long awkward silence, Ann finally asked the boy, "Wyatt, what do you think?" 

"I can, but what will I gain by helping you again?" The Southern Capital's auction was a great place to start the sales of my VR-Cocoon cards but why settle when I could get more? 

"Master Wyatt, for your help, in the future auction house will never charge you for handling fees on any card you auction or sell here," the auction house director immediately proposed. It might look like he was compromising but actually, it was the other way around. 

The boy was a capable card creationist, soon his name will spread throughout the card world and people would be willing to pay any amount of fortune to collect cards created by him. So by waiving all the handling fees for cards the boy auctions in their auction house, the auction house manager was not losing money but tying the name of a promising card creationist to his auction house. In time, They will reap more profits than they lost by waiving the handling fees.

"Not enough," I was not impressed by the offer put forward by the auction house director. Instead, I was a little dissatisfied that he planned to charge me handling fees for auctioning the cards in their auction house to help them. 

"We will also provide all the ingredients Master Wyatt needs to create cards for the auction. Of course, the price of the ingredients will be deducted from the sales," As if he had anticipated the boy's rejection auction house manager immediately put forward another offer. 

"You do realize that I will be doing you guys a favor and not the other way around."