It was Logo who made the bid.
At this moment, he was staring intently at the heirloom crystal on the auction stage, a crystal with a mixture of black and gold.
"It's such Rare inheritance, not often seen even in the entire Astral Realm. How could it appear in the Elven Plane..." Logo pondered to himself, feeling as if some unseen force was manipulating something.
George, however, disregarded Logo's thoughts and seemed quite excited that someone had offered to buy the item, which had failed to sell multiple times.
It's as if parents have finally married off their daughter, who's in her thirties or forties, and are looking around impatiently, asking, "3.05 million? Is there anyone offering a higher price?"
No one said a word.
After striking the gavel several times, George announced loudly, "Congratulations to the guest in Box 18 for winning this Holy Trait Inheritance Crystal!"
After paying, Logo asked Caesar to fetch the Heritage Crystal.
A short while later, Caesar returned, handed the inheritance crystal to Logo, and said with some hesitation, "Boss, I seem to sense a strange consciousness calling to me from within the inheritance crystal."
"Oh?" Logo's face showed a thoughtful expression.
It wasn't unexpected; the reason he bought this inheritance crystal wasn't just because of some Rare professional inheritance it contained.
"Your perception is correct. This inheritance crystal is extraordinary, and it resonates perfectly with you," Logo replied.
Upon hearing this, Caesar's eyes flickered, and he quickly asked, "Then, boss, do you have a way to Purification the pollution?"
Logo gave him a strange look. "Who said this inheritance crystal was contaminated?"
"Huh?" Caesar was a little confused. Wasn't that exactly what the auctioneer, George, had described it? Could it be that the appraiser from the Ximenjia Consortium had made a mistake?
Seeing this, Logo smiled faintly, "In the eyes of high-level alchemists, there is no absolute waste. So-called pollution is only relative. As long as the method is appropriate, harm can be turned into benefit, and waste can be turned into treasure."
Caesar nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Logo didn't explain further, only instructing, "Once I gather some materials, I'll go back and set up a Life Transmutation Circle for you. This will not only allow you to fully absorb the power within the inheritance crystal, but also help you condense your true spiritual light, shape your soul, and transform into a true natural life form."
Alchemical creatures are, in essence, merely tools.
But if machines can ignite a spark and become true intelligent life forms, alchemical creatures are no exception.
Logically speaking, only after becoming a top-tier alchemist would Logo have absolute confidence in elevating Caesar's life essence.
But with this heirloom crystal, he can now do it, and even grant Caesar an extraordinary opportunity.
However, this very fact made Logo suspicious.
From becoming an alchemical being to this perfectly suited legacy crystal.
Caesar's rise to power was too smooth.
It went so smoothly it was almost nerve-wracking.
If he were Gustavo, it would make sense; his luck stat is incredibly high, and he gets a lot of good fortune.
However, Logo's luck attribute is less than ten points.
Caesar is currently just a tool, lacking even the most basic luck attribute.
What exactly is the reason?
Logo frowned slightly, countless guesses flashing through his mind, but without conclusive evidence to support his arguments, he could not draw a clear conclusion.
"Then let's wait and see; the truth will eventually come out."
The auction ended with the sound of George's gavel, Logo returned to the hotel with Gain and Caesar.
After working for most of the day, he was indeed quite hungry.
Upon arriving at the dining location, Logo casually chose a table by the window, ordered some of the Planet Guta specialties, and waited quietly.
Before long, all the dishes were served, and they looked and smelled delicious. Logo began to eat slowly and deliberately.
The food in the hotel restaurant is so delicious that even guests who aren't staying there come specifically to try it. As it gets busier during mealtimes, there aren't enough seats.
Logo savored the meal with relish, elegantly slicing thin, translucent pieces of meat, still retaining the intact tendons and membranes, from the whole roasted snow lamb in front of him with his small knife. He slowly chewed each slice, savoring the exquisite texture of the meat, its perfect balance of lean and fat, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth.
Just as Logo was enjoying his meal, a short, stout humanoid man with black vertical stripes on his skin, dressed in a well-tailored gold suit, approached him. He smiled slightly and politely asked, "Sir, I am Reiner. I see you have an empty seat here; may I have it?"
Logo looked up at him, his pupils contracting slightly, as if he had discovered something unusual.
However, his expression was very well hidden.
It appeared for a moment, and then vanished in an instant.
In Reiner's view, the Three-Eyed People only paused for a moment, then nodded and agreed to let him sit in the last empty seat, behaving no differently than a normal person.
Anyone who is enjoying a meal and is suddenly interrupted will be momentarily stunned. If the other person doesn't show any displeasure, it's already quite polite.
Reiner bowed slightly and sat in the empty seat. He casually beckoned to the waiter, ordered his food, and then sat up straight to wait. Every move he made showed great manners.