The receptionist looked momentarily surprised by Lein's reaction, but her shock quickly turned into a wider smile. As if she had discovered something interesting, she spoke in a relaxed tone, "I don't have any information regarding its price, Sir."
Lein narrowed his eyes, slightly disappointed, but he kept listening as the woman continued, "The purchase of a King-Tier slave is not handled by me, but directly by the owner of the slave market." Her words were clear, as if emphasizing that this was not a transaction just anyone could make.
However, before Lein could ask further, the woman pulled something out—a photograph. She held it out to Lein, revealing an image of a cube.
The cube looked alive. A faint pulse rippled across its surface, as if it were breathing. A soft white aura surrounded it, giving off a mysterious and ancient impression, as though it didn't belong to this world.
Lein only glanced at it briefly before shaking his head. "I don't…" His words trailed off.
