The day after the raffle draw was organised and Veromos found its owner, Böjer had met with the other members of the coalition to update their progress. However, before then, on the day of the raffle draw, Lucas had gone elsewhere.
"Why are you in such a rush? Shouldn't you be present to meet with the winner of the raffle draw and hand over the vestige to him?"
A confused Vergil sat in the back seat and stared at Lucas who sat in front of him.
"What difference does my presence make? They're more interested in the vestige than a human vestige-smith, so there's no point in my being there." Lucas replied.
Vergil was stunned, but he couldn't deny Lucas' words. Compared to a peak Grade 3 vestige, a human vestige-smith didn't really matter. Heck, even he, the young master of the Mertens family, wasn't as eye-catching which was why he didn't attend as well.
"Forget about that. Help me reach out to the owner of the Silverine Factory." Lucas stared at him.
