Just that...
The seat for two people now only held one.
Sam shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I suspect Mr. Sanders has mistaken soone as another. Don't worry, Miss Karina, the auction tonight will still go on for a while."
"Alright." Karina nodded.
Sam left the auction hall after a few words.
Karina looked towards the corner again.
Tonight...
Who was that person who ca along?
Not only did she dare to trick Karina, but she also got to see Mr. Sanders before her.
This gave Karina a strong sense of danger.
As a woman who was adored by the heavens, she had never felt this way before.
Karina squinted her eyes. After a mont, she looked towards Seaton and asked, "How's the search going?"
Seaton was stunned, "Sis, what do you an?"
Karina continued, "Number 26."
Only then did Seaton catch on, shaking his head to indicate, "So far, there's no news from Bondi."
It was strange. Weren't the participants of the Underground City auction usually required to reveal their identities? Why was it so hard to find one person!
Karina kept her eyes narrowed.
It wasn't only Karina looking for Viola Thompson.
Miyamoto Hoya was looking too.
Miyamoto Hoya would rather kill Viola Thompson outright.
Yet just like Karina, he had been searching for quite so ti but still hadn't found any information about Viola.
It was as if she had dropped out of thin air.
In the office...
Mr. Sanders looked at Viola Thompson with a solemn expression, "Young lady, actually, the reason why I set up this elaborate scene to et you is because I want to ask you for a favor."
Favor...
Viola Thompson raised an eyebrow slightly.
That was quite unusual...
What exactly was it that made this old man resort to using the word 'favor'?
"Let's hear it."
Mr. Sanders had soone bring a mysterious box.
A jujube-red cube, the size of a palm, engraved with many complex patterns.
Though small, the box emanated an aura of mystery.
Moreover, one could tell that it was quite old.
Yet it was well-preserved.
There was no noticeable damage to its exterior.
"Is it from the Western Zhou dynasty?" Viola Thompson squinted her eyes slightly.
At her words, Mr. Sanders rose eagerly from his seat, "Young lady, your eyes are indeed sharp. It is indeed an artifact from the Western Zhou dynasty!"
He continued, "Young lady, could you please help unlock the chanism on this?"
Viola Thompson glanced at the box, "I can try, but I have one condition."
Mr. Sanders naturally knew what Viola's condition was, and laughed, "Young lady, as long as you can unlock the chanism on this, I will imdiately hand the blue moon grass to you. However, this old man also has a condition."
Viola Thompson smiled lightly, "Let's hear it."
Mr. Sanders continued, "You have to unlock the chanism in front of ."
"No problem."
"Really?" Mr. Sanders asked incredulously.
Under normal circumstances, locksmiths don't usually let people watch as they work.
They were afraid people might learn their skills by watching.
Unexpectedly, Viola agreed to his request so easily.
It was as though Viola could see through Mr. Sanders' thoughts, she let a faint smile cross her lips, "So things can't be learned just by watching."
So, she wasn't afraid of people learning from her.
Nor was she stingy.
If anyone could learn sothing just by watching, it ant they were truly gifted.
It would be a joyous occasion if a good craft was passed on to soone with talent.
"Exciting, isn't it, young lady? Let's get started!" Mr. Sanders urged; he couldn't wait any longer.
But Viola didn't rush, "I want to see the blue moon grass first."
She had been tricked by the old man three tis, this ti, she naturally wouldn't be careless.
"Alright, I'll have soone fetch it right away!"
With that said, Mr. Sanders imdiately looked towards his special assistant, "Go to the storeroom and bring the blue moon grass right away."
"Alright."
The special assistant nodded, turned around, and left.
Mr. Sanders looked at Viola, "Young lady, shall we start the process while we wait?"
"There's no hurry," Viola said with a mild tone, "I can wait for the blue moon grass to arrive."
"Well, that works."
The storeroom wasn't very far, but the assistant took quite a long ti to return.
Growing impatient, Mr. Sanders sent soone to urge them.
Viola took a sip of tea and looked at Mr. Sanders, "No hurry, old man. I'm not in a hurry today."
Viola's words were casual, but Mr. Sanders was very anxious.
Just then, there were footsteps outside the door.
Mr. Sanders eyes brightened, "They're here, they're here!"
Quickly, the special assistant entered the room, but his hands were empty, he hadn't brought anything.
Seeing this, Mr. Sanders frowned, "Where is it?"
The special assistant looked troubled, "The people in the storeroom said, said..."
"Said what?" Mr. Sanders imdiately asked, "Would you just talk faster! Are you trying to kill with anxiety?"
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