After Ethan turned his back on the mysterious demon, he didn't feel fear.
Instead, he felt a strange sense of anticipation.
He knew that by opening his business and holding such a massive auction, he had painted a target on his back.
But he was sure this demon wouldn't attack him in public.
Doing so would blow his cover as a mere traveler and alert the other Source Authority beings in the city.
But the strike would come, and Ethan would welcome it.
He didn't want to stir up problems.
But if a problem wanted to mess with him, he wouldn't be polite at all.
As Ethan walked away, the demon behind him vanished into thin air, leaving only a cold breeze.
"A demon dared to be arrogant in front of me?" a voice whispered into the void, followed by a dark chuckle.
"I'd like to see what kind of bloodline gives him such courage. Perhaps his heart will taste better than his words."
Ethan moved through the city with a quiet focus.
He spent the next few hours visiting various shops.
