Kyrian looked at his own plaque. Number 1437.
He let out a discreet sigh.
"I got it."
The steward continued:
"The Necklace of Three Harmonies belongs to the holder of plaque number 1437."
The plaza exploded into murmurs, voices rising in speculation. Kyrian put away the plaque and immediately stood up, his body crossing the space between the crowd and the stage within moments.
The steward was already waiting for him, her expression calm. Kyrian took out the corresponding spirit stones from his spatial ring and handed them over. The woman checked the payment, her fingers moving with the precision of someone who had been doing this for decades.
Then she extended the necklace.
