"Especially in your case… since your identities are hidden."
Quinlan nodded wordlessly and accepted the first. So did the rest of the group.
But instead of tucking them into their sleeves or belts like most nobles would, an unexpected glow danced across each of their hands.
Twelve rings lit up.
In perfect synchronization, each of them deposited the identifier into their personal storage space.
A hushed gasp swept through the nearby servants, and then from several nobles still gathered in line. The whispering was instant.
"Did all of them just…?"
"Impossible. Those were dimensional rings, weren't they?!"
"Just one is worth hundreds of gold!"
"They even gave one to the child?!"
Eyes locked on Feng in particular, the youngest among them. Her ring was glowing a brilliant silver on her thin finger.
