The noble, or rather, Caleb Hawkeye slowly turned his head upward and gently smiled at the Archduke.
"It's a great pleasure for someone as venerable as the Archduke to be recognized."
"Stop with the nonsense flatteries.
I will not entertain it."
The Archduke gave a cold glance to the noble.
Caleb Hawkeye nodded in understanding as his smile turned awkward.
He engraved to his mind what the Archduke said, and instantly concluded not to wash him any flowery words anymore.
"I came here for the Mid-Year Auction.
I heard there would be an aether core of the wind aether to be auctioned, so I was hoping to bid for it, and could finally have the chance to form another core.
You see, I needed three aether cores to finally attain the Master Mastery Realm of Archery.
It has been three years since I was stuck at the bottleneck, so I naturally could not let the chance slip away."