Chapter 1335: Necessary risk
"Haha! That boy will be absolutely thrilled when I bring him the scythe!" Robin clapped his hands together with force and excitement.
Although he had never personally laid eyes on a third-tier planetary artifact before, he could vividly imagine its might and magnificence just from the price tag alone. Caesar’s current halberd, for example, was crafted entirely from neutral-grade Urasilium—a rare and stable metal—boasting intricate detailing and unparalleled durability. And yet, despite all that, its value would never exceed 10,000 pearls. The fact that this scythe was worth multiple times more painted a clear picture of its sheer superiority.
"Now then... how exactly do I go about receiving the artifact? And—" Robin turned slightly toward the fairy beside him, intending to ask her a few questions about the procedures and logistics. But before he could speak, he noticed something odd.
Renara, as well as a remarkably large portion of the hall’s audience, were all staring directly at him at that moment. Their gazes weren’t hostile or accusing—far from it. Instead, there was a clear sense of puzzled curiosity in their eyes, as if trying to decode a riddle they weren’t expecting.
"What’s going on?" Robin asked, his voice carrying a hint of alarm. He was visibly unsettled by the unexpected attention.
<There’s no need for concern, Mr. H—ah, I mean, Lord Human.> The fairy replied quickly with a graceful, reassuring smile.
<They’re simply surprised by the way Lord Morval addressed you just now, that’s all.>
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
<You see, when someone of Lord Morval’s stature uses the title ’Lord’ toward someone, it usually implies a few things: immense personal power, high standing within a faction, or perhaps a background linked to noble bloodlines—such as a general, the grandchild of a Tyrant, a prominent figure from a stellar academy, or someone holding significant influence over a star region.>
Then, gesturing subtly around the auction hall, she continued,
<And individuals of such caliber typically don’t go out of their way to conceal their identity—unlike you. The fact that you remain cloaked in secrecy, while being treated with such reverence by someone as influential as Lord Morval, has sparked their curiosity. To them, you are now a mystery—a hidden Lord whose identity begs to be discovered.>