Chapter 218
Lucen Auction House. The high-end auction had ended, and they were riding back to the train platform.
Ezel Runselot turned the pages of the auction catalog.
"We ended up with nothing after all. Not even the Silver Diamond."
The secretary in the passenger seat pouted with undisguised disappointment.
"......Can't be helped."
Ezel Runselot. She was the heir of House Runselot, a high-ranking mage family that had pursued magic and scholarship for generations. She knew the value of every magical implement and artifact listed in this catalog. How each had been made, how long it had been handed down, how it had been stored...... She had even met some of their original owners in person.
Which was exactly why she knew that not a single item in this catalog had come from a legitimate transaction. These were assets soaked in the blood and sweat of colleagues who had once debated scholarship with her, or of their parents and ancestors.
Objects plundered by the Imperial Guard's brutality at prices that amounted to theft, or stripped away entirely under a false charge of treason. People expelled from the Empire or executed for the crime of not being pure Aran.
"......"