Varnov tapped his cigar against the rim of the box, his smile widen slightly.
"So like that, are you buyers?"
I kept my neutral expression, trying to appear indifferent.
"Obviously. Why would you doubt us?"
He laughed. A serious and hoarse laugh, followed by that of its three massive guards.
"For what ? Because you give a far too strange presence for a simple customer. Your eyes are not those of a businessman. They are those of a predator."
I slide my eyes slightly, observing it more carefully.
Why is it not under the effect of my Omni charm cape?
I made a quick scan of his posture, his clothes, his expression. Nothing.
No sign that he actively resisted. However, he did not seem affected by my aura.
I frowned.
"TCH ..."
By my side, Reinhardt sighed and advanced slightly.
"Arhon, no need to waste your time. He has a mental anti-control ring."
I turned my head highly to him.
"A ring?"
