"Why didn't you stop him?!" After Devon left the auction, two figures appeared in the room that he was in earlier.
They were both middle-aged men, and both men had a very unique air around them. It was the kind of air that would instill fear and yet respect in those who stood near them.
Among the two men, one had a shiny long sword behind his back. He had a stern look on his face when he heard the words which his partner had just spoken to him. "At the cost of dying!" He sneered.
"My life is much more precious than those treasures."
"Didn't you notice that he knew of our presence in the auction, and yet he was still bold enough to rob every piece of treasure in the vault. I doubt that someone like that would be willing to risk his life, so he must be very confident that we wouldn't be able to lay hands on him." The man with the sword said.
