"Sorry, I was busy with something else at the time."
Just looking at Emlyn, it was clear he knew absolutely nothing about what had happened last night. He really was a witless, foolish Moon.
"..."
Emlyn touched his face and asked in confusion, "What's with that look? I feel like you're thinking something filthy."
"No, I just think... you're a breath of fresh air among the Sanguine."
"???"
Emlyn felt that hadn't been a compliment.
"Ahem, I've gotten the Thousand-Faced Hunter's residual spirituality for you. Thirty grams, 560 pounds, plus a fee of 40 pounds. How does 600 pounds in total sound?"
As he spoke, he added, "I have to make it clear that this stuff's actual price isn't that high, but that's what the person I found was asking. There was nothing I could do."
"But..."
Emlyn took out a Tin Box and handed it over. "But he also threw in a little something for you. He said it was a small gift to make up for the markup."
Edward was slightly surprised. A little gift?
He opened the box and found that, besides some faintly shimmering powder, there was also a small blood-red ring inside.
Emlyn explained, "He said it was a Sealed Artifact, but I tried it last night, and it didn't do anything at all. No wonder he threw it in as a free gift."
Edward took out the blood-red ring. The instant he touched it, a piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind: carrying this ring granted the Sanguine's abilities of flight, blinking, and transforming into moonlight, along with extremely powerful regenerative abilities.
Its negative effect was that every use inflicted a curse, which could only be dispelled by praying devoutly to the Progenitor.
Damn, this was no little gift.
It was a Sealed