When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
"I will employ the Mercenary Hall's assistance," Kyran told them, then looked at Stella before adding, "The payment will be the amount the item I gave you will fetch."
Stella's eyes widened, "T-That's a lot of money!"
Knowing the item Kyran spoke of, Vaness also agreed, "We already released an updated brochure of the auction, which included that item as one of the highlights. So far, the feedback from our usual patrons is huge."
"Yes," Emery second the notion. "Many sent their intentions of buying the item before the auction, and the offer had gone up to fifty million spirit stones."
Kyran raised his brows at the amount. He did not realize the Array Calculation he prepared to counter the new magic detectors could fetch that sum. Although the amount might have gone up because the Conclave made a prototype, he was positive fifty million spirit stones were a huge amount.