"Hmm, if you want my assessment..."
Knowing that these magic-using colleagues always had their own methods, Kaito Kuroba did not ask further. He merely followed Tangze's gaze toward the people in the hall.
"That Inui Shoichi fellow—Egg of Memories probably doesn't hold any particularly special meaning for him. An art dealer, plainly put, is a middleman in the art market. In his eyes, collectibles can only be exchanged for money of equal value. If you really peered into his soul, you'd be far more likely to see a pile of gold coins."
"Then it would turn into a pile of banknotes." Hoshikawa Teru shrugged. "And they might not even be usable ones."
They had experienced something similar before. Even with Tangze's advance warning, he had still been rather speechless when faced with a narcissist who wanted his own portrait printed on banknotes.
"In short, he isn't worth saving." Tangze nodded. "Who else?"
"That ambassador whose name is too tongue-twisting for me to pronounce—he might have better odds. But it's hard to say. Maybe it would turn into some other egg instead. So far, Egg of Memories hasn't shown itself to be any more special than the other Imperial Easter Eggs. Recovering it doesn't mean that much to him yet." Kaito Kuroba spread his hands. "Unless he sees something special, something truly beautiful right now... but you know that's impossible. Of course, I haven't seen anything too outrageous about him. Or maybe his obsession has nothing to do with treasure at all. He's a diplomat, after all."
"Mm-hmm. In any case, he's a backup option. Though he might pull out a passport from some offshore tax haven, the Cayman Islands or something." Tangze nodded again.
This time, Kaito Kuroba and Hoshikawa Teru glanced at him in unison.
There was nothing wrong