The Last Item in the Auction    

"The other bidder seems dead set on getting that [Construct Plating]," Trisha murmured, glancing sideways at Cedrick.

Her voice was tight with concern as she watched the tension rise in the auction hall.

Cedrick rubbed the back of his neck, his face torn between frustration and determination. Without another word, he pressed the buzzer.

"80 Bullions!" he declared.

Trisha's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious, Cedrick? You're really going to bid that much for a material?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost panicked. "You know Aeloria's not going to like this."

Cedrick sighed, his lips curling into a sneer. "Aeloria doesn't understand the value of this material, Trish. But I do. There's a recipe back in the Star Kingdom—something we can forge with this [Construct Plating]. A life-saving item. Trust me, once mother sees what it can do, she'll want it, too."