Without a doubt, the serious matter Ronan had mentioned was that Paged Notebook. He asked Blood Demon directly:
"Your intel isn't wrong, is it?"
"It can't be wrong. As for this situation... let's ask." As he spoke, Blood Demon turned to Songkan. "Hey, was there a notebook here before?"
Songkan instinctively shook his head.
"Damn."
Having failed to get the answer he wanted, Blood Demon curled his lip and looked back at Ronan. The latter showed neither pleasure nor anger.
Blood Demon blinked, then suddenly slapped his hands together. "This is a good thing... If what should be here isn't here, doesn't that maximize the value of my intel?"
"Perhaps you could put it that way." Ronan actually agreed.
At that moment, Ronan and Blood Demon had a tacit understanding.
He understood what Blood Demon meant:
Assuming Blood Demon's intel was unquestionably accurate—that the special notebook from the Seventy Format Laboratory had indeed been brought onto the Emerald Light, and that it had indeed been meant to "tease" Ronan...
Then, given its ambiguous status—it had not entered the main auction item catalog, yet appeared in the auction item display album—if it had been openly placed on the Exhibition Stage, clearly marked as an auction item, things would have been troublesome. They would have had to make quite a fuss over it.
But with things as they were now, whether someone intended to spring a surprise attack on Ronan, had made an oversight in the arrangements, or the Auction House simply had not taken it seriously at all...
Legally speaking, the matter was becoming much simpler.
They only had to settle everything before the notebook was placed on the Exhibition Stage!
Of course, the premise was that Blood Demon's intel really was reliable.
Blood Demon was quite confident about that. He