The old man looked at her anew. Anyone who could casually take out three Bone Cleansing Potions either had a terrifying alchemist backing them… or was one themselves.
Either way, this girl was not someone to offend.
His attitude shifted instantly.
"Little girl, what's your name?" he asked.
"Zora," she replied with a faint smile.
The old man paused, then laughed aloud. "So it's you. The famed Princess Consort, who's been shaking the imperial city lately."
He placed his palm on his fist and bowed slightly. "This old fellow is named Darius."
"Elder Darius." Zora returned the greeting. "May these Bone Cleansing Potions still make it into today's auction?"
"Of course!" Darius nodded decisively. "Three Bone Cleansing Potions are more than worthy of being today's finale."
He waved his hand grandly. "Princess Consort, rest assured. These potions will fetch an astonishing price. And as for the handling fee, the Auction House will waive it entirely."
