The auction house, a circular building surrounded by the district's most luxurious castles, welcomed Adam's artifacts with enthusiasm Robert had seldom seen.
How could it not? Ten magus-ranked coats stylised with flame or water patterns, symbols carved on the leather, and lifelike magical beasts on the back. Upon seeing Leviathan herself on one of the coats, the appraiser almost forgot all manners. With a focused grimace, he controlled his arms to remain still despite the temptation to snatch it and offer to buy it himself.
However, he gulped, eyes already drawn to the polished wands Robert retrieved from his leather suitcase. Another ten! A gem pulsing with elemental power set in each. The handles shaped like dragons and other creatures. And the scent... no doubt, they had been freshly carved. Stranger still, they resembled the coats—completely devoid of visible enchantments.
