"Put this on."
Gjestastav handed a pair of sunglasses to Wu Xiaode.
"Why?" Wu Xiaode asked in surprise.
"That way, when you bid on items, no one will be able to tell how much you want something by the look on your face," Gjestastav explained.
"No need, I am a demon thief. If I want something, I'd just kill and rob from the world," Wu Xiaode licked his lips, his eyes filled with madness, "this time, the Duke of Abyss gave me a little trinket... I owe him a favor, so I'll lay off Dream City this time."
Gjestastav silently took back the sunglasses.
The people seated around quietly stood up and discreetly moved to other seats.
Wu Xiaode excitedly flipped through the auction catalog, seemingly unaware of everyone's reactions.
"Ha, you're here."
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the seat next to Wu Xiaode.
The Duke of Abyss.
He still held a glass of red wine, with his legs crossed, eyes half closed, showing little interest in the auction.
