When the mustached man heard my voice, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He glared at me and snapped, "You're like a damn ghost! Don't you make any noise when you walk?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "You were just staring too hard at whatever caught your attention. I still don't get it - what's so scary about this coffin anyway?"
The mustached man waved his hand dismissively. "She... never mind, there's no point explaining it to you. Where's the loot?"
I didn't bother with small talk. I triggered the Spatial Magic Artifact right away and dumped everything I'd grabbed from the auction.
Thirty treasures lay spread out in front of us.
The mustached man tossed aside the regular antiques without a second glance.
His eyes zeroed in on a sword, and he snatched it up eagerly.
"This is it!" he said, practically bouncing with excitement.
He clutched the sword, doing some kind of victory dance, his eyes lit up like Christmas morning.
