The Price of Treasures
Leon blinked.
Then his shoulders relaxed.
"Yes, comfortable!"
He was genuinely surprised.
As expected, rich people knew how to enjoy life.
Even a chair was this comfortable.
The cushion supported his back without being too soft, while the armrests were polished smooth enough that his fingers naturally rested against them.
Leon leaned back for a moment.
He had read countless novels in his previous life. Auction houses were practically a standard location in those stories.
Usually, some protagonist would enter an auction and somehow discover an incredible treasure that everyone else had overlooked.
Then someone would provoke him.
Then someone powerful would appear.
Then the protagonist would calmly slap the arrogant young master in the face with money.
And somehow, before the auction ended, half the city's powerful households would have become enemies.
Leon had always found that sequence amusing.
