"Lord Tristan, please refrain from violence. The auction has not ended yet. Since you both stand on the auction stage, you have an obligation to bid on the merchandise."
Just as Fae Tristan, whose attack had been blocked by Castor, was about to strike again, Muirne spoke up to stop her. Had it been anyone else, Fae Tristan would not have stopped so easily. But Muirne was, after all, one of the six clan chiefs and controlled the city of Gloucester.
"Oh, according to my assessment, the two of you are nearly equal in value. Whether in wealth or character, neither surpasses the other."
"She was really good at keeping her eyes open and lying. She was clearly stirring up trouble. Sigh, this Lostbelt really was complicated."
Hearing Muirne's assessment of Fae Tristan and Castor, Shen Fei could not help curling his lip. Saying something like that under the current circumstances was plainly provoking Fae Tristan.
At the same time, he could not help sighing inwardly. Unlike the previous Lostbelts, where friend and foe had been clearly divided, this Lostbelt did not require the Imaginary Tree to be cut down, making it temporarily difficult to tell allies from enemies. Whether it was Aurora earlier or Muirne now, both clearly had their own agendas.
Aurora was exceptionally beautiful and enjoyed an excellent reputation in the Fae Country, but Shen Fei would never assume she would unconditionally help Chaldea and the Child of Prophecy simply because of that.
"Equal to that girl? Are your eyes rotten?" Sure enough, Muirne's words sent Fae Tristan into a rage.
"In every respect, I am superior. In strength and beauty, she cannot possibly compare to me."
"The other party has made her case. What do you think, guest from another world? In your opinion, Lord Tristan