Masks at the Auction
"You can add something disgusting inside the pills, and then send it to auction house."
Julian D'Aurelius's tone was almost casual when he said it—like he was asking for tea instead of setting a trap that could ruin someone completely.
Manager Pang froze for a split second, the packet of powder still warm in his palm.
"…Understood, Young Master Julian."
His voice came out steady, but his mind was already racing.
Julian gave him a light pat on the shoulder—friendly, almost encouraging—before turning away.
Then he laughed.
A low, amused sound that lingered in the air like a quiet storm waiting to break.
Without another word, he walked out of the antique shop.
The door chimed softly behind him.
And just like that—
He was gone.
Leaving behind nothing but instructions…
and consequences.
—
In the original story, Evan had seen the Nine Way Cleansing Elixir for the first time at the auction.
A turning point.
A gift from fate.
Now—
