Chapter 48 The Gun Muzzle on the Forehead

After leaving the Alchemy Council, Byrne felt an insatiable yearning within, almost addicted to the thrill of spending a fortune.

He then recalled those auctioned individuals of foreign races with a hint of sympathy but knew he couldn't play the role of the "Savior".

Suddenly, the image of that exceptionally beautiful elf under the moonlight emerged in his mind.

Byrne shook his head, muttering to himself, "That should have been our last meeting. I hope she doesn't end up in those people's hands."

Once, in his younger years, he had harbored impractical hopes—even romantic thoughts—of reuniting with the elf.

But after marriage, only Margaret had a place in the depths of Byrne's heart.

"That auction at the Alchemy Council... I wonder who is behind it all. I'm afraid I might have to come here again."

Just as he was about to leave for good, he suddenly stared at the dark gold mask for a long moment, then abruptly stopped and quickly turned back into the deserted alley.