First Mate Grande

The steward put on gloves and took a palm-sized gray ceramic jar from the box.

"This is a Soul Artifact."

"It contains the souls of the dead. It can be used to make undead items, soul-based alchemy materials, or consumed in certain special rituals."

He went on to introduce several other Cursed Objects.

There was a mirror that gave anyone who looked into it nightmares for seven days straight, and a brass bell that rang on its own at midnight every day, causing whoever heard it to randomly lose a small amount of vitality.

The steward's introduction was quite detailed.

After finishing, he looked confidently at Huang Xiaowen.

"What does Mr. Claude think of this batch of goods?"

Huang Xiaowen said nothing, nor did she touch anything on the table.

The steward waited a few seconds. "Mr. Claude?"

Huang Xiaowen remained silent. The atmosphere immediately became somewhat awkward, and the steward looked at Raine in confusion.

Sweat was practically breaking out on Raine's forehead. He leaned toward Huang Xiaowen and carefully asked, "Captain Claude, are you dissatisfied with these goods?"

Huang Xiaowen leaned back and slowly crossed her legs.

"What gives him the right to sit at the same table as me and discuss a thirty-million deal?"

"..."

The reception room fell silent.

Squid Ball stood behind her and nearly failed to keep a straight face.

Xiao Wen really was the best! She could play any role convincingly, and she could boast without even needing a draft.

"Do you think the Golden Finger's money is that easy to earn? I came here in person, and this is the sort of person you found to receive me?"

Huang Xiaowen raised her chin. "Get your Captain here."

The steward's expression shifted between green and white. He usually handled goods of this sort,