'I wonder who he is, though? And why do the other four seem so conscious of his existence? He must be the leader.' Being shrewd enough after dealing with all types of clients so far, Ports accurately determined.
"Ah, right… we've brought a Mid-Human class Longsword Technique we want to auction off, here it is." Extending his arm, Archibald placed the Twisting Tempest Thrust book on the desk. At the same time, he could not stop sneaking a peek at her great figure.
On the opposite side of him, witnessing this scene, Virus was tongue-tied. 'Birds of a feather flock together indeed. That old friend of his marries someone around his daughter's age and now this oldie's shamelessly eyeing this woman.'
Since she had been notified of the merchandise already, Ports promptly reached out and grabbed the book.
Then, opening it, she skimmed through it for around five minutes before she closed it at last and let out an impressed gasp.
