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166 Feast with the Owner (1/2)

The mangers all looked at each other and nodded. Without a word, the three other managers left the room. Baral smiled and said, ”Something so simple is easy the Fat Goose. Is there anything else?”

”No, that'll be all. I'll wait until it times for the banquet.” Jack returned Baral's smile, happy to see that the managers were understanding and didn't ask too many questions.

”Do you mind if I stay here and wait with you? I'd love to get to know you,” asked Eliza. She glanced at the sleeping Maura and giggled.

”If you wish.”

”Great! Baral, you can inform me when everything will be ready and I'll bring him down.”

”Very well,” replied Baral. ”Young Master Jack, our little miss is in your care.”

With that, Baral fled the room to make sure everything was in order. While the three managers quickly cleared the main auction hall, he hurried to help the banquet be ready for the owner's arrival.

Everyone on the third floor was saddened or irritated. They all wanted to at least see who that mysterious person was. Now, they could only hope that he would show up again in the future.

The person most irritated was the old councilman from the Adventurers Association. At first, he respected and thought highly of the mysterious young man. But later that same young man had forced him to renege his promise in public and then continued to poke fun at him after clearly winning the bid.

Few people could even come up on the councilman's radar because he was a lv. 63 adventurer, but a young man had managed to do it with flying colors.

Grumpily, the old councilman finally left after everyone else but he still didn't learn anything about the mysterious young man. After he left the auction house, it was already evening and the marketplace was packed. Not wanting to give up yet, the old councilman stayed there and was waiting to see who left the building after him.

He understood that the young man could use the cloak, but he had to try something. Angry and depressed, the councilman wanted to vent his emotions with something.

Inside the Fat Goose Auction House, the main auction hall was soon cleared and some people emerged from the sixth room on the third floor. In the lead was Eliza, who wore a seductive smile. Behind her was Jack, who was carrying the drowsy Maura on his back.

”Follow me, Young Master Jack.” Eliza waited until Jack was beside her to keep walking, still wanting to chat with the wealthy young man. ”Won't you please tell me more about you?”

”What else is there to know? You know I'm rich and that I'm with secretly with the Leisure Guild.”

”But I want to know about you. I don't even know you're class and subclass!” whined Eliza, acting pitiful.

”Why do you need to know that? That's unimportant compared to everything else. How you tell me about yourself instead?” reasoned Jack.

Giving him an adorable frown, Eliza pointed ahead of her. ”Since you don't want to talk, then we won't talk. We're almost there.”

She led him not to the main hall with the receptionists, but to a side hall that seemed insignificant. However, the moment they entered a door at the end of the hall the atmosphere was completely different.

Jack felt like he was inside an imperial palace at that moment. Everything was lusher and more vibrant.

”This way,” pouted Eliza. Seeing that Jack didn't mind if they weren't talking, she decided to try again. ”Please? If you don't answer my questions, at least let me call you Jack.”

”Fine, I'm alright with that.”

”So, Jack, what's your relationship with her?” asked Eliza, motioning to Maura on his back.

”I already told you, she's--”

”Jack, I'm not stupid. I know she tried to say otherwise but you didn't let her. You seem close, but not close enough to already be together,” stated Eliza.

With a loud sigh, Jack looked back at Eliza. ”What's wrong with that? Can't I have a friend who's a female?”

”Having those kinds of friends must drive your wife crazy.”

”I don't have a wife.”

”Girlfriend?”