#Chapter 87
Things that didn’t make any sense kept happening.
Dymon thought to himself how much all of this felt like a strange dream.
“……”
Dymon quietly observed Zahid.
He was gazing at the large painting on the wall.
Zahid stood so straight and motionless, that he seemed like he belonged inside the painting.
It was a painting of Aarantium, who had once been one of the most faithful servants of Excis, plummeting into the depths of hell.
Even with the dangers of being framed as a heretic that accompanies owning the painting, its uniqueness has made it a piece valued by collectors.
Dymon too had heard the news that the painting would make an appearance at this auction.
He just didn’t think that it would be his master that brings the piece home.
Though it was a substantial sum of money, it wasn’t wasteful spending because it was a valuable painting.
The Carnoire castle was home to art pieces of even greater prices.
