Gifting looted sacred relics back to pure-hearted native curators with ninety-plus Goodness triggered instant hundred-fold Heritage Refunds! Realizing that, Lin Mo’s eyes lit up like high-beam headlights on a dark country highway.
“Eleanor,” Lin Mo said, setting his teacup down with a crisp click, “are Fatima Tariq and eleven other native curators standing outside in the rain right now?”
Dr. Eleanor Vance blinked in surprise and hurried to the side window overlooking the Mayfair street.
“Yes!” Eleanor exclaimed, pressing her palm against the cold glass as she looked down at the wet iron railings outside. “They are museum curators and tribal spirit-guardians from Egypt, Greece, Nigeria, Mexico, India, and Peru! They pooled their meager university stipends to fly to London in economy class and protest tonight’s auction, but Lord Alistair’s guards locked them outside the iron fence in the freezing downpour!”
Twelve native relic guardians with Goodness scores between ninety and ninety-six are standing in the rain, Lin Mo thought, his heart beating faster with pure entrepreneurial joy. And two hundred and ninety-four looted cultural treasures are sitting on Duke Malakor’s stage waiting to be bought. Who said this is a vampire auction house? This is clearly a twenty-billion-spirit-stone self-service buffet.
