After leaving the auction house, Lear immediately felt someone watching him from behind, but he ignored it.
He took along the caveman waiting at the entrance and returned straight to the inn.
Before long, the feeling of being watched disappeared without a trace.
The Gray Dwarves' secret guards, certain he wouldn't cause trouble again, were also too lazy to waste energy on him.
At this moment, Lear's mind couldn't help but surge with excitement.
He took a deep breath, and a mist spread out, covering the entire room.
Only then did he carefully take out the arm-length scepter.
Initially, he didn't plan to interfere with the auction's course, as he hadn't yet obtained the Lizard-man Demigod's eye.
But this treasure was too alluring.
However, his low-profile performance shouldn't affect the auction's progress.
He took a deep breath and carefully examined the Supreme Staff in his hand.
It felt weighty with a decent heft and a faint bronze sheen on the surface.
