Instantly, everyone's body tensed in high alert the more they stared at their Grandmaster.
But Dorian, on the other hand, was focused on finding that thing.
Where? Where was its shadow?
"Grandmaster. What do you need us to do?"
"Follow."
With that, the gang all stood calmly, leaving the booth, making many confused.
Of course, Dorian's actions looked as though he was only bored, thinking of taking a breather.
No one knew the impending dangers around them or even the fact that something otherworldly was standing right beside them as a mere guard.
Many looked at Dorian's leaving silhouette through the glass booth with a sneer on their faces.
"Hmph! I say the bastard is trying to flee."
"~Pfff!... I know, right? Maybe he can't pay the money and has decided to run before it's too late. Hey! I heard that the Auction Home's way of handling people like this is too brutal. So it's understandable that he would try to run."
