The human trafficker truthfully explained the nature of the "misfortune" clinging to Wine Cup.
After finishing, he secretly glanced at the chief priest. Seeing no ripple in the other man's expression, the unease in his heart eased slightly. Every previous customer who heard about Wine Cup's misfortune had either blanched or avoided her with shifty eyes. None had been as calm as this man, as though he had heard nothing at all.
That abnormal reaction left him torn between hope and fear.
He hoped the man truly did not care about the risk and was the customer the great Cat Lord had been awaiting, yet he also feared that calmness was merely a facade.
His fingers tightened unconsciously around his sleeve cuff. His gaze shifted back and forth between the chief priest and Wine Cup, and even his breathing grew lighter as he waited for the chief priest's reply.
The chief priest's reaction caught the human trafficker somewhat off guard.
He did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly walked over to Wine Cup, removed his snow-white gloves, and let a faint golden gleam rise from his fingertips. He lightly brushed her brow, as though truly touching a fragile porcelain piece.
A moment later, he took out a handkerchief, condensed a small cluster of water droplets from thin air, and carefully wiped his fingertips clean. Only then did he turn to the human trafficker and say flatly, "Next."
The human trafficker's gaze darkened slightly. It seemed the customer the great Cat Lord had indicated was not him.
His expression did not change as he nodded lightly. "This way, please, guest."
What followed could no longer be seen, as it had gone beyond Wine Cup's livestreaming range.
"It's over." Luigi sighed in vexation. "Looks like Wine Cup isn't particularly rare in the