Zion landed back down and saw the poor chef laying quietly on the sand, as if he was just sleeping.
He quickly did a little sign of apology before taking off the keys tied to the man's apron.
"See sis? Why did you have to go and ruin my fun?" Zion said, dangling the keys in front of him towards Sheina.
As soon as he had it in his hands, a bright pillar shot out from underneath his feet and reached all the way into the skies.
With the keys in his possession, a copy of the key would immediately be put in Michael's possession.
"You could have had it so much earlier if you had just searched for it like I told you," Sheina insisted.
Zion had to exhale out loudly. There was nothing pleasing his sister. No matter what he tried to do, she would always find something to complain about.
"Lord Michael could have been waiting for that, you know. You shouldn't seek out your own thrill at this auction. It's selfish," grumbled Sheina.
At this point, Zion had enough.
