For the appraisal of such an exceedingly precious special card, Shade wanted to be safer, so naturally he went to seek help from the vice president he knew well, Mr. Mark.
To organize next month's Great City Player Rhodes Cards Tournament, Mr. Mark had been incredibly busy lately. But when he heard Shade was looking for him, he still made time to meet him:
"Wait. Mr. Hamilton, don't tell me you've obtained another new Rhodes Card?"
After exchanging pleasantries, the man leading Shade upstairs suddenly froze, then reflexively reached out to grip the stair railing:
"All right, you can tell me now."
His eyes were full of anticipation.
"Yes, a new Rhodes Card. You actually guessed it."
Shade nodded.
"The really ancient kind?"
Mr. Mark probed cautiously again.
"Yes, I want to have it appraised."
No sooner had Shade finished speaking than he saw Mr. Mark clutch his heart, looking as though he were about to have a heart attack.
"How did you— Oh, no, no, it isn't from the Founding Series, not that. It's this one, this one."
Shade hurriedly explained, then took out the Demon Series card.
The middle-aged man in a black formal suit took deep breaths as he examined the card. Only after realizing it was not Founding did his complexion gradually return to normal:
"Demon Series? That truly is a rare card."
"Yes. Though it isn't Founding, it is still an ancient enough Rhodes Card. I hope the Association's appraisers can take a look at it."
Shade made his request.
"No problem, but it will take a few hours."
Mr. Mark's breathing steadied, and his expression became serious. Though it was not from the Founding Series, this card could still be called priceless. If it was genuine:
"The Tobesk Branch has never appraised a Demon