Golden Anchor Auction House.
"Are you sure that the person you saw before was him?"
In the corridor, the Haiya Gang's Mark was staring at the two apprentices in front of him and asked in a low voice.
He was holding a portrait that Blur, the Deacon of the Haiya Gang, had given him.
On it was clearly Colin's face.
"Yes, sir," confird the two apprentices from the Haiya Gang, after examining the portrait once more with care.
"Hmm," Mark, with a calm expression, put away the portrait and walked towards Hart, a mber of the Law Enforcent Team.
He had co with Hart.
Or rather, he was the officer specially assigned by the Haiya Gang to accompany Hart to the Golden Anchor Auction House's monthly grand auction.
His mission was simple—
To fulfill the proper tribute to the Haiya Gang from Hart's Law Enforcent Squad for the month.
Such as bidding on so auction items to give to Hart.
Having completed all this, he was supposed to leave.
But he never expected to see a familiar silhouette on his way out.
"Lord Hart," he approached and, nodding to Hart, said:
"I've confird with those two gang mbers sitting next to him.
According to them, the wizard's appearance is exactly the sa as the new portrait Deacon Blur gave yesterday."
"It seems I indeed did not see wrongly, that shadow was definitely the target the Haiya Chamber of Comrce is currently searching for."
"Since he looks like the portrait Blur gave you, there can be no mistake," Hart replied with a smile.
He stepped aside to let a blonde waiter wearing the Golden Anchor Auction House's formal black robe pass in the corridor.
Clearly, Mark had requested the use of a Retrospection Crystal from Blur.
Judging from this newly confird portrait, as long as the target wasn't an Official Wizard, there could be no mistake.
"Let's go inside and wait for a while. I just asked the Golden Anchor Auction House for assistance in the na of the Law Enforcent Team; it shouldn't take too long to bring him back."
As he walked into the nearby office, he turned back with a smile and said:
"After all, on Bananka Island, no one dares to disregard the Law Enforcent Team's presence.
So... don't feel troubled. This is just a minor matter."
"The Haiya Chamber of Comrce has made no small contribution to the developnt of the island and has always cooperated actively with the work of the Law Enforcent Team.
We should naturally help with such small matters."
His tone was gentle, with not the slightest air of superiority, despite Mark being a re officer sent to pay tribute from the Haiya Gang and himself being a mber of the Law Enforcent Team.
The friendly attitude doesn't cost any Magic Stones but can bring unexpected gains.
"Thank you, sir," Mark nodded and walked into the office.
The next second, faint noise ca from around the corridor's corner.
His steps faltered slightly, and he instinctively looked over but noticed nothing.
Shaking his head, he continued walking into the office.
Around the corner of the corridor.
Colin, in the Golden Anchor Auction House's standard black robe, leaned down.
While helping a black-robed waiter pick up his dropped docunts, he cautiously kept an eye on the corner from whence he'd co.
Monts later, seeing no one approaching, his heart finally eased.
Standing upright, he handed the docunts to the black-robed waiter.
"Thank you," the waiter said, taking the docunts with a puzzled look on his face.
This ordinary-looking waiter in front of him... he couldn't seem to rember at all.
"Don't ntion it," Colin replied with a polite smile on his face.
The waiter's doubts gradually dissipated.
Everything seed normal... except for the fact that he didn't understand why this man kept staring at him...
Feeling Colin's gaze, the waiter felt sowhat uncomfortable.
Forcing out a friendly smile, he then moved forward, continuing his walk.
With such a vast system at Golden Anchor Auction House and nurous personnel, it was normal for him, a re black-robed waiter, not to recognize everyone.
Behind him, Colin calmly watched the black-robed waiter walk away,
After the waiter from the Golden Anchor Auction House had approached him, he had managed to bluff his way through.
But afterward, he always felt anxious.
He couldn't remain in the dark any longer.
Caution and a lack of a sense of security led him to a new decision.
He removed the waiter's standard black robe and quietly changed his face, intending to blend into the Golden Anchor Auction House to check out the situation.
To avoid being in so dangerous situation without his knowledge.
After watching the shadow of the black robe recede, Colin stopped and didn't continue forward.
Based on what the black-robed waiter had said earlier, he had found the place where the mber of the Law Enforcent Team was waiting for him—
The sa corridor he had just co from.
After pondering for a mont, Colin exhaled slightly and stepped out from around the corner.
As an Ultimate Knight, he had the ability to alter his appearance, although only slightly.
In fact, he only needed to adjust the features a little and change his height and build sowhat.
With new clothing and hairstyle, it was enough to make a person look completely different from before.
Returning to the corridor, the two ordinary mbers of the Haiya Gang had already left.
Another higher-ranking mber of the Haiya Gang and soone from the Law Enforcent Team walked into an office not far away.
Taking a few steps forward, Colin listened in with his powerful hearing, and the sound of conversation reached his ears.
"Ali, long ti no see. You don't mind if we co in and sit for a while, do you?" That was the voice of soone from the Law Enforcent Team.
"Of course, my friend."
Was that the voice of the white-robed auctioneer from the auction earlier?
Colin slightly furrowed his brows, pretending to ponder sothing and slowed his pace to maximize the ti he could remain in the corridor.
This was a short corridor, visible at a glance.
Obviously, he couldn't stay long; otherwise, it would be easy to arouse suspicion.
Inside the office.
The white-robed auctioneer, Ali, rose to his feet and approached with a smile.
He knew Hart, who, although fundantally cold, miserly, and greedy for wealth, was good at superficial pleasantries, leaving no room for criticism and suitable for acquaintanceship.
Moreover, they were both Peak Wizard Apprentices.
In terms of identity, one was a Golden Anchor Auction House's Official Auctioneer responsible for collecting treasures for Bananka Wizards; the other, an Official mber of the Law Enforcent Team.
Interacting with each other had no downsides.
Hart brought Mark to the visitor area next to the office, where they sat down on one of the four sofas.
Ali also ca over, and behind him, unbeknownst to them, followed a maid holding a tray with tea.
"Have so tea." Ali smiled as he sat down, signaling the maid to place the tea down.
Hart picked up the exquisitely designed white gold-rimd teacup, gently sniffed it, and revealed a smile, saying,
"The nai tree tea leaves here are truly top-grade; their fragrance is much richer than in other places."
Ali smiled slightly, also lifting his teacup, and said,
"If you like it, I'll give you so when you leave."
"That's a deal then," Hart said cheerfully, then added, "Just yesterday, I found a batch of beautiful shells at the port. I'll have soone send you so later."
Ali smiled and did not refuse.
Favors should be reciprocated.
The two chatted for a short while longer.
Hart suddenly changed the subject and, turning to the neglected Mark, initiated a conversation,
"By the way, I rember you saying that our target is good at disguises, so why did he reveal his true face at the auction house?"
Mark lifted the teacup, concealing his nervousness. He frowned and said,
"Perhaps he was careless, believing that he wouldn't encounter us in the auction house?"
"Perhaps that's the case..." Hart watched him and nodded in agreent, then turned to Ali across from him and said,
"We're talking about a target recently wanted by the Haiya Chamber of Comrce. You definitely won't believe it; he actually attended the auction just now."
"Oh, really? What a coincidence." Ali raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," Hart chuckled again and turned his head, saying,
"Mark, why don't you show the portrait to Ali? He might rember sothing, too."
"Alright." Mark agreed, taking out the portrait from his chest and handing it to the white-robed auctioneer Ali.
Ali took it, unfolding the portrait with a slight frown.
After a mont, he relaxed his frown and said,
"...I rember now. It was that particularly handso young Wizard."
"Indeed handso, and Mark said he's skilled at disguises," Hart speculated. "Maybe he underwent so life modification in this area."
"I think so too." Ali nodded in agreent and then said, "Co to think of it, I've t him before."
"Oh?" Hart voiced his curiosity tily.
Mark watched them silently, unable to join the conversation. He was once again left out of the loop.
Despite Hart being an auctioneer and Ali being from the Law Enforcent Team,
in reality, they both belonged to the Bananka School, which in terms of status and identity, was a world apart from him, a gang-affiliated Wizard.
Even though he was also a Peak Wizard Apprentice, if it weren't for Hart bringing him along, he would never be able to strike up a conversation with the white-robed auctioneer.
"Just so ti ago, this Wizard ca to the auction house to commission the sale of a Magic Potion—apparently, the Golden Four-leaf Clover that was sold today..." Ali continued.
Hart, leaning against the sofa, slightly raised his eyebrows upon hearing the words "Golden Four-leaf Clover."
The next second, he thought he caught sothing out of the corner of his eye and subconsciously looked up slightly.
At the office window, a black-robed servant was slowly passing by.
Hart didn't think much of it; such scenes were all too common.
"So, it seems the reason he didn't disguise himself at the auction today might be because he also didn't disguise himself when he ca to the auction house before!"
Mark suddenly interjected.
"Thus, to attend the auction normally and to get the Magic Stone, our target had to reveal his true face."
After speaking, Mark took a sip of tea, catching his breath slightly.
He was afraid he would be interrupted again and unable to rejoin the conversation.
"A reasonable theory." Ali was stunned for a mont but quickly smiled at him in praise.
And Hart next to him collected his thoughts and continued the conversation,
"Yes, that must be the case."
The three continued chatting, waiting for the target to be brought back.
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