The banquet ticket cost two thousand Void Coins, a price they found hard to stomach. That was no small sum to them, but once they saw the various services offered in the booklet, they fell silent.
In the booklet, spending two thousand was only the lowest tier. Even a single piece of intelligence could easily sell for five thousand Void Coins.
"Good grief, what kind of intelligence is worth that much? Five thousand Void Coins would let me live comfortably for ten lifetimes!" Jin Potter cried beside them, sounding as though someone were carving flesh off him.
"Plenty of kinds, but right now, inside information about the auction house is the most valuable." Quentin gave them a casual smile. "Nobody knows why Christie's planned this auction. They say the four great Ancient Clans are developing the project together with Christie's, but anyone with eyes knows that's a lie. Splitting up the Red Soil Continent isn't nearly as easy as people imagine. Any inside information about exactly how the continent will be divided would sell for a tidy sum. Do any of you happen to have information like that?"
"We certainly don't!" Jin Potter said hastily. "Quentin, isn't everyone saying the Void Expanse is in turmoil? That's why some powerful figures want to fuse with a continent and undergo a transformation. Isn't that what this is about?"
"Who the hell knows?" Quentin chuckled. "How could anyone guess what those at the top of the Void Expanse are thinking so easily? They say one thing and do another behind the scenes. We're all used to it. But ultimately, this isn't about what they're saying publicly. I did hear that the Ancient Clans sent some laborers in, and there have been changes in the tides of the Red Soil Continent. What those changes