In the auction's large hall the old announcer's voice rose as he listed the specifications of the goods one after another, and the numbers on the screens rose as time passed and the zeros became a long line of circles.
The guards were still surrounding the hall while this event went on quietly and without any problems.
In one of the private VIP rooms, Marquis Valimont sat leaning forward while his shoe tapped against the floor.
His forty-year-old face carried a big frown that brought out any wrinkles that had been hidden, and his jaw muscles were visible from how hard he was clenching his teeth.
"Damn it..." his voice was barely audible in the room.
"When the hell is that bastard coming back," the curses kept flowing from his mouth as whispers with no patience in them.
Nearly an hour had passed since Caius vanished with the envoy... which changed everything for him.
