"It is a great honor to have you think so considerately of me, Mr. Aventurine-then surely someone as selfless and generous as you would ask for nothing in return?"
Aventurine and Sunday's negotiations continued, while Dr. Ratio had absolutely no desire to join the conversation between these two men whose smiles never reached their eyes.
At that moment, the professor had already selected quite a few books that interested him from Sunday's collection and begun reading.
Compared with the clamor of the two men beside him, his corner, immersed in books and an ocean of knowledge, seemed rather peaceful.
"Of course, you won't lose anything over this," Aventurine said. "I only want to recover what belongs to me: my personal freedom, and the belongings held by the Family-that bag of gift money, and..."
"The case containing the Cornerstone," Sunday said.
"Exactly," Aventurine said.
"The Cornerstone-I've heard it is a precious asset of the Strategic Investment Department, a sacred stone that seals away the authority of a Preservation Emanator. Each of the Liquidation Specialists-the Ten Stonehearts-holds one. Something so precious would likely cost more than any other reward." Sunday narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning dangerous.
"But you also know that if we want the truth to come to light, a certain amount of costly risk is necessary."
"Mr. Aventurine, do you constantly check your appearance while you're out?" Sunday suddenly asked. "Your tie must be centered, your shirt must not show beneath your waistcoat, and your trouser creases must be straight and always aligned with the direction of your shoes."
"Of course," Aventurine replied.
"But I don't, because that would be improper-you should ensure everything is in perfect order before leaving, with nothing out of place." Sunday shook his head. "I never take any risks. The Cornerstone must remain in