The moment the gavel struck, a team of black-robed attendants materialized beside Julia's group, bowing deeply.
"Esteemed guests of House Farrell," the lead attendant said softly…
Julia was a bit surprised as she failed to sense their presence until they spoke…
"Please follow us to complete the transaction."
Under the watchful eyes of the guests, Julia's group was ushered through a side door into a private VIP chamber lined with soundproofing arrays.
The walls were also filled with other arrays like anti-theft, anti-scrying, and even anti-assassination wards.
A steel table stood at the center, upon which rested Subject Zero's control seal—a black sun medallion.
Butler Judge inspected it carefully before nodding. "The terms?"
"Payment first," the attendant said smoothly. "Then the slave's bindings will be transferred to your seal."
