NPC into Player: Let's Wreck This Game

"I've an invitation to attend the auction," Bloom didn't hesitate to take out the invitation he received from before and handed it over to the NPC in front of him.

"Oh, then sir can enter for sure," the guard respectively said, yet his face showed his doubt and surprise nonetheless.

Bloom didn't care about that while he entered the mansion in calm steps. The night was already thick and the area around the big palace in front of him was calm.

"Should I contact her now?" he thought about contacting Sheral now but he refrained from doing so. "I'll need her aid in escape mainly, but let's not stir up things before I check out inside."

He entered through a big door where he found a group of well dressed servants welcoming him.

"May I know sir's name please?" one of them asked while holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Dockrey," Bloom simply said and the man wrote his name before asking, "and the invitation please?"

"Here," Bloom gave it to the servant who just threw it over the paper and then it vanished.

And that alarmed Bloom slightly.

"May I know what happened to my invitation?" he asked, trying not to look suspicious.

"It's a normal thing as this invitation is one time limited invitation for this auction only," the servant answered in plain face like this wasn't the first time to be asked such a question.

"This is to prevent me from coming here again?" Yet Bloom kept stressing over the subject.

"Sir must be aware that each party has its own circumstances," the servant seemed quite talented to deal with angry masters without further enraging them, "it's just a routine procedure and it has nothing to do with sir. All the tickets once touched the parchment would burn to ash and thus far no one can use it again after this time."

"Aha, I see," Bloom nodded before pointing to the paper and joked, "so you aren't storing them here and planning to sell them in the auction later for the next party, right?"

"Sir is really smart and can provide such priceless ideas to us," the servant smiled, "but this isn't the case here. The tickets are all burnt to ash and no one can retrieve them to sell."

"You can take that suggestion into consideration for next parties then," Bloom laughed before walking towards the inside, "at least this way you'll gain more money from mere papers."

"Good point sir," the servant calmly said while watching his back as he vanished inside.

Bloom was now relieved that no one would attach this ticket to him, or even trace its origin so it wouldn't lead eventually to his deal with that man in the auction house.

"It's such a big auction," the moment he entered the main hall under the guidance of one servant he was surprised to see many people there. "And all are wearing formal uniforms… it's good I brought my own then."

Ladies wearing bright dresses and men wearing dark suits, yet none could be compared with his fancy tuxedo tonight.

The moment he entered the hall, all the eyes fell upon him and he just ignored all. "It's better this way," he mumbled, "at least no one would miss one or two from such a big crowd."

Despite being doubtful towards this large number regarding the fact this was supposed to be a privilege auction party, yet it served his purpose quite well.

"The only problem now is… this tuxedo," he sighed as despite causing a strong impression to all, he knew this wasn't something good.

After all he attracted attention now and that wouldn't be in his favor.

"Should I go and change my identity and uniform as well?" he thought before he finally laid his eyes over Anna.

Her beautiful face wasn't beaming like he used to see her, instead she looked quite gloomy and sad to be here. "At least she misses me," he couldn't help but smile.

He resisted the urge to go and stand with her now. "I shouldn't attract more attention," he turned around and selected an empty spot and headed directly there.

It was the end row where no one really wanted to sit there, yet for him he found this was a perfect place to be. "The doors there must lead outside this hall," he glimpsed at the nearby pair of doors situated on the right and left to his row.

"That door will lead me to the servants, so I suppose this one would lead me to an empty place… or I would pump into guards… it's hard to say."

The possibility of facing guards here was so high that he couldn't decide what to do. Just as he was in the middle of his dilemma, that question mark shone brightly while a screen flashed in front of him.

"Hi again bad boy," Sharel said before her eyes fixated over his suit. "Wow… impressive suit rich boy."

Bloom was in the middle of the auction now and couldn't just speak with her in front of everyone. Yet he found this a good chance to check that mysterious door to his left.

"One second," he said before moving towards the door and entering through. "I'm just in a special auction now," he said without even glancing at her for a second.

He was attracted to what lies behind the door. 'Another hall… interesting.'

It was another big hall that resembled the one he was just in.

"Alright, it seems you are quite busy in your… special auction, hehehe," she laughed amusingly before adding, "I've got what you need and now I'll send them to you. If you need any backup, just tell me now so I can prepare the team for you."

"Send them for sure," Bloom didn't hesitate to say that while seeing one guard appearing from another door opposite to the one he just came from and started to walk directly towards him.

"Alright, do you need an escape team as well?"