As they noticed that the ones participating in the auction had mostly gone out, it was nigh for them to meet Elder Bucca.
"See that over there?" asked Reinhard as he pointed out with his glance.
A middle-aged man with a handlebars mustache appeared. His figure was slim and slender and wore aesthetic clothing that matched his bearings. His eyes were sharp and thin and his black hair slicked back. His brows were the shape of a sword, always seem so serious whenever he didn't smile.
"So that's the guy," said Lyon before he crossed his arms. He smirked, "Alright, he looks menacing enough to be a villain, but so be it, let's meet the guy."
"Like, right now?" asked Noah with his brows raised.
"Yes! You think those guards would open the door for the likes of a nobody like me?" asked Lyon with a smile.
