For the auction house boss, it's no longer important who inscribed the magic technique on the bottle of potion—the important thing is that it got smashed under his watch, and right in front of everyone. Even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't.
Besides, his foothold in the black market relies on a good reputation... But compensating fifty million Mithril at once feels like bleeding him dry.
Businesspeople understand that assets are not the same as liquid funds. Despite the auction house's vast resources, much is tied up in inventory that's hard to move—the compensation issue is what troubles the big boss the most at the moment.
"...Did she really say that?"
After hearing the steward's report, the auction house boss couldn't help but shift in his seat... Eventually, he chose to stand up from the chair, feeling quite unnatural otherwise.
"Yes, boss."
