Creak~
The grand doors of the Ashenveil Auction Hall screeched open, revealing a huge chamber filled with the soft glow of floating mana-lanterns.
Soon, a thousand guests packed into tiered seating. They were all having fun conversations as they were excited to talk about the items they were looking for…
Of course, it wasn't to befriend the other guests but to know the targets or spending limits of their competitors.
At this time, Van observed the nobles who were draped in silks, merchants with guards, and representatives of some organizations as they filled the space of the hall.
Their group, on the other hand, was to their assigned seats—Number 85, a modest row in the middle tiers, far from the VIP boxes where the highest-ranking bidders observed in private luxury.
"Tch. Grandfather would've gotten a private room," Julia muttered, crossing her arms.
