280 Cunning becomes clumsy (4000)_1

"Really?"

Casio chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his chin. This was not the topic to dwell on- he should pay attention to the auction instead.

It was about half past one in the afternoon. A soft golden light poured from the high windows, casting a reflective glow on the marble ground.

The sweet scent of a lady's perfume lingered in the air.

There was a decent crowd at the auction, neither too sparse nor too dense, all dressed in resplendent suits. Some richly-dressed individuals, walking with the aid of canes and the support of beautiful women, had a gleam in their semi-closed eyes, as if already confident about their winning bids for the items.

Before the auction officially began,