"Haha! That boy will be absolutely thrilled when I bring him the scythe!" Robin clapped his hands together with force and excitement.
Although he had never personally laid eyes on a third-tier planetary artifact before, he could vividly imagine its might and magnificence just from the price tag alone. Caesar’s current halberd, for example, was crafted entirely from neutral-grade Urasilium—a rare and stable metal—boasting intricate detailing and unparalleled durability. And yet, despite all that, its value would never exceed 10,000 pearls. The fact that this scythe was worth multiple times more painted a clear picture of its sheer superiority.
"Now then... how exactly do I go about receiving the artifact? And—" Robin turned slightly toward the fairy beside him, intending to ask her a few questions about the procedures and logistics. But before he could speak, he noticed something odd.
Renara, as well as a remarkably large portion of the hall’s audience, were all staring directly at him at that moment. Their gazes weren’t hostile or accusing—far from it. Instead, there was a clear sense of puzzled curiosity in their eyes, as if trying to decode a riddle they weren’t expecting.
"What’s going on?" Robin asked, his voice carrying a hint of alarm. He was visibly unsettled by the unexpected attention.
The fairy replied quickly with a graceful, reassuring smile.
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
Then, gesturing subtly around the auction hall, she continued,
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