"And for our final bid of the evening, we present a pristine black egg, shrouded in mystery, discovered along the borders of the mountain ranges in the Domain of USA!"
The host's voice dripped with amusement, his tone artfully baiting the crowd. There was a gleam in his eye, a spark that spoke of someone who enjoyed watching others squirm under the weight of competition.
Dressed impeccably in a sharp blue suit and crisp white tie, he was none other than Wilhelm, the owner of this prestigious auction house. He thrived in these moments, orchestrating tension with a smug professionalism.
My eyes flickered toward Lord Mankew, the man my father had reportedly taken under his wing.
He seems insufferably arrogant, I thought, barely suppressing my disapproval of my father's decision to support such a character.
"1.4 million gold coins!" A voice rang from the front row—some merchant lord, no doubt.
