Chapter 134: Have you forgotten who I am?

Chapter 134: Have you forgotten who I am?

‘...?’

Lucion paused for a moment.

‘That easy?’

[Lord Lucion. Miella’s seat is this way.]

Bethel moved ahead and pointed her finger at where Miella was.

“Thank you.”

Lucion smiled at Naughton, and then looked at Bethel, pretending to look around slowly.

―Lucion. Ratta, Ratta wants to run here! There are a lot of fun things!

With a voice of regret, Ratta’s shadow shook for a moment.

The auction house was in a semicircle form, and Miella’s seat was at the far corner, right next to it.

It felt as though they had no choice but to set up a seat for Miella because she was the owner of the item that would appear at the auction.

‘It’s a good seat.’

Lucion walked to the far end of the corner, sitting next to Miella.

Every time he got closer to the corner, Naughton’s expression hardened and he uttered.

“I... Saint...”

“I like this place.”

But Lucion naturally pointed to the end of the corner, as if he hadn’t heard Naughton.

“I think this is the most suitable place for Naughton-nim’s intention, too.”

Lucion didn’t listen to everything Naughton was saying as he made his way to the auction house.DiisCoover updated novels on n(o)v./e/lbin(.)com

For his sake, Naughton said that he had chosen light as the theme of the auction house but after belatedly finding out that he had a divine allergy, he thought of several ways to apologize.

After thinking about it, Naughton apologized, saying that he would hand over one of the items coming out today as a gift.

Whatever the reason, Lucion didn’t ignore Naughton’s repeated mention of donating to the orphanage.

“I just hope that the items at the auction will be sold at a good price and used for children.”

[...Wow.]

Russell turned away and closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t see anymore.

[What’s wrong with you, Russell?]

Bethel tilted her head at Russell’s response.

[...No, it’s nothing.]

This was not the time to tease Lucion, so Russell pressed down his itchy mouth.

“I... I think so, too.”

Naughton gasped for breath, eyes filled with emotion.

Lucion remembered his words.

Then Naughton looked at the place where he had designated Lucion’s seat.

The purpose of the auction house was to auction.

The seat he designated was a place where anyone would lose their attention and focus on Lucion, so he rebuked himself for losing his purpose for a while.

“May I change the chair?”

Naughton asked Lucion carefully.

“Yes. That’s fine.”

“Then I’ll get ready...”

“Naughton-nim.”

Lucion called up Naughton, who was about to go down.

“Yes. Please speak.”

Naughton tightened his gaze as if he was prepared for anything.

“If you have reserved the seat, please do not change it.”

“Of course. If anyone wants to have that seat, I’ll rather kick them out.”

It was a little extreme, but this auction house had that much power.

Special status.

That fact was the driving force behind the auction house.

Being kicked out of there meant losing that special status, regardless of whether they were a high-ranking aristocrat.

Even if they did retaliate, it wouldn’t be easy because they had to prepare to fight the nobles who visited the auction house for this special status.

“Thank you.”

At Lucion’s gratitude, Naughton bowed his head and hurried further.

“Wait, please sit here.”

Hume pulled out his chair and pointed.

“Yes. We still have about 40 more minutes before it starts, so you can take a nap.”

Heint also said in agreement.

As Lucion sat down, Bethel called him.

[Lord Lucion.]

Lucion’s eyes turned to Bethel.

[He’s an insider.]

Bethel stood behind a man and pointed her finger down.

The man Bethel had pointed to, who he hadn’t seen earlier, stood next to Naughton and pretended to write something.

Naughton confronted him with an angry face.

‘Is he a secretary?’

[I’ll listen to what they’re talking about.]

Russell quickly flew away.

[No way, right...?]

Russell asked in an uneasy voice, but Lucion didn’t answer.

[What’s wrong, Russell?]

When Bethel asked curiously, Russell still stared at Lucion.

[No. Lucion is... no. It must be my misunderstanding.]

Russell clenched his fist.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Lucion waited for the warlocks disguised as staff to bring the chair.

As the surrounding voices became quiet, a whisper quietly approached.

It’s coming.

Wow.

They’re coming to hurt you. Open your eyes.

The voice became faint if he didn’t really listen.

Lucion opened his eyes to the words whispered by the darkness.

Both he and Ratta showed the effect of getting the black orb.

About halfway between where the chair was originally and where he was, a warlock was coming with the chair and various devices.

“Brother.”

Lucion called Heint.

Standing far away, Heint looked at Lucion.

“Is there anything you want to say?”

“How do you block light with light?”

When Lucion asked, Russell sighed and was relieved.

Lucion seemed to be trying to use a much healthier method than he had thought.

[‘Yes. There’s no way would Lucion use light. Lucion is a warlock, that’s impossible.’]

“Ah. I told you I stopped by the auction house for a while, didn’t I? At that time, I installed my light on the floor in advance, or, to put it simply, it’s a sensor.”

At Heint’s reply, Russell opened his eyes wide.

[...Huh. I was wondering why the light was sprayed on there, but it was acting as a sensor?]

[That’s why I felt ominous when walked around this place.]

Lucion glanced at the spot Bethel pointed with her finger.

[The light planted by Heint is here. I can see the sparkles.]

The location happened to be near the spot where warlocks disguised as employees passed by.

Lucion asked, looking again naturally at Heint.

“Does that mean Brother’s light recognizes another light and automatically blocks it?”

“No. It’s not automatic. I have to control it.”

Heint said, slightly embarrassed.

“Then, isn’t it going to harm me after all?”

Lucion’s brows narrowed.

“No way. I installed it in the middle.”

At that distance, the distance was so far that the light couldn’t reach Lucion, but it was close enough that Heint himself was able to strike out with light.

He had secretly conducted an experiment at dawn in the absence of employees.

“You’ve seen it this morning. I’m very sensitive to light. Why don’t you check it out now rather than causing a fuss later on?”

At Lucion’s suggestion, Heint thought for a moment.

Didn’t they prevent Luminos’ attack after rearranging it according to Lucion’s remarks before?

Lucion was quite cautious in that way.

“All right. Just in case, step back for a second.”

Heint agreed and pushed Lucion back.

Lucion shouldn’t be harmed by the light that he would spread to block the light.

Light basically had the ability to regenerate, so there wouldn’t be any problem except for aggression, but just in case, Heint first called Naughton, who arrived at their side.

“Naughton-nim, if you don’t mind, may I use the light for a moment?”

“I....”

Naughton’s eyes were on Lucion.

“Ah. The Saint has already allowed it. It is a way to prevent excessive light from leaking out of the auction items later, so I hope you agree.”

As long as Lucion agreed.

Naughton nodded as he looked at Haint.

“Yes, then that’s fine.”

“Then excuse me.”

Heint waited a moment so that the staff wouldn’t be surprised, then he unfolded the barrier of light he had installed.

“Wow. It’s really bright.”

Lucion appreciated the inside of the auction house, which was lighting up like a fireworks display.

“Luci...”

Heint, who was about to ask Lucion if he was feeling well, immediately turned his gaze to the warlock disguised as an employee.

‘What would happen if a warlock suddenly get caught up in the light?’

Lucion covered his mouth with his hand, eyes wide in surprise.

“Ugh... Warlock!”

Heint clenched his teeth.

‘Their darkness jumps out in surprise.’

The corner of Lucion’s lips, covered by his hands, raised high.