In the center of the pool, the Magic Flower stood silently, its face expressionless.
Such remodeled life forms, if soulless before the transformation, essentially remain soulless after the transformation.
But if there was a soul before the remodeling, whether it remains afterward depends on the specific case.
Colin speculated that the Magic Flower might belong to the latter category, having naturally born a soul, and guessed its current stupefaction was the result of later witchcraft modifications.
It was unclear whether it was merely fettered or its independent consciousness had been obliterated.
"Lord Feron bids one million Magic Stones, does anyone offer higher?"
The auction continued, and the price quickly soared to a million Magic Stones.
Colin noticed that Andy, who was by his side, had remained silent, merely observing quietly.
"Your Lordship is not bidding?"
Andy glanced at him, slightly surprised, then shook his head.
