Toxic

"Five hundred? Isn't that a bit high?" Wu Heng asked.

After the starting price, there would still be bidding. The final price could multiply several times over.

Shanala smiled. "You're selling to wealthy merchants and powerful nobles. Besides, the potion is something they drink. If it's too cheap, would those rich merchants and nobles trust it? They don't lack money. What they lack is a reason to believe."

"Uh... that actually makes a lot of sense from your angle," Wu Heng said.

Minnie said with a smile, "Sister Shanala is a rich lady. She has experience with this sort of thing."

Shanala stretched out her arm and poked her, pretending to be angry.

Wu Heng nodded as well. "Then we'll do as you say. Those people are so poor that all they have left is money. They won't care whether it's expensive."

Shanala looked at him. "Class resentment."

"No, I resent talented people too," Wu Heng added.

Then Andeviel also said, "The Patrol Team will increase both the number and frequency of patrols around the Opera House. The Association's Vice Deacons will be assigned as well—one will handle security outside, and one will be responsible for the venue interior."

"As long as it's arranged," Wu Heng said with a nod.

The group chatted for a while, then had the skeletons clean up the dining table.

Once night fell, they returned to their rooms to rest.

The night was as black as ink, and the entire city was steeped in silence.

The Opera House, magnificent and surrounded by crowds during the day, appeared especially eerie in the darkness.

Whoosh!

A tamed beast streaked through the night sky, circling above the building.

Then three figures silently approached the Opera House like ghosts.

Under the moonlight, black cloaks and black masks could