The auction was scheduled for the evening two days later, taking place in a private manor belonging to the Rothschild family in North Tower City, a part of the Kingdom of Sailort. Interestingly, before their departure, Zhuang Ying had prepared masks for him and Wang Cong.
"Why, Sister Ying? We're attending an auction, not a Halloween party. What's the use of this thing?" Fang Jueyu fiddled with the injured-looking, red, tusked demon mask.
"Hehe, young master, you just don't get it. The Rothschild family's auction isn't an ordinary one; many shady items end up there. If some people buy them, they might get into trouble," Zhuang Ying said with a smile. "So, covering your face and hiding your identity is a must."
"Seriously, it's like we're about to rob a bank."
"Gu Yi, what about you? Why don't you have one?" Fang Jueyu asked.
