"I've seen too many paintings filled with deep emotions, and this one would definitely rank in the top three among all the famous paintings I've encountered,"
Mr. Event continued to marvel.
"So, do you plan to buy this painting?"
Shard asked.
"Man" shook his head:
"I don't have that kind of money."
"Then, which lot are you here for this time? I'm here to buy the #5 fountain pen on behalf of a noblewoman whose identity must remain confidential. I hope our targets won't clash; she has given me a very high bidding limit,"
Shard continued to probe.
"Oh, no need to worry then. I'm here for #10."
Steve Event said, but Shard knew he wasn't going to buy anything—once the auction started, he was just going to make a pretense of bidding. Standing here, he was merely keeping watch, gauging if anyone in the crowd might disrupt tonight's affairs.
The cultists probably hadn't realized the members of the True God Church were already outnumbering them in this mansion.
"#10?"
