TRCR 127

‘It feels… almost like the Obelias.’

It wasn’t perfectly identical, but from a distance, it would seem like a harmonious family.

So he began awkwardly imitating Rebecca.

For now, the servants seemed even more uncomfortable whenever he showed kindness.

Still, he clung to the faint hope that with continued effort, they would at least stop fearing him.

He attached a fake mustache and pressed down a cylindrical black hat.

With the monocle in place, he looked like a middle-aged gentleman.

Yulian quietly closed the bedroom door and stepped out.

Croa, disguised similarly, waited in the hall.

The morning auction house was relatively quiet compared to the afternoon.

Major items drew crowds later, so morning lots were mostly unpopular ones.

But today was different.

The hall burned with excitement from early morning.

The auctioneer had to wipe sweat from his brow with a handkerchief amid the bidders’ fervor.

“1,200 gold.”

“1,300…