Mobius then unwrapped the red cloth to reveal the stark white phalange—the same one that Mr. Shrode had brought in last night.
"This is the spiritron vein I would trade with you, Mr. Lawrence," Mobius then said nonchalantly. "I can even tell you how it works—it can regenerate any wound and any missing body parts."
Frank narrowed his eyes at Mobius, words, his fingers touching the card Vicky gave him before he came.
There was no mistaking it now, as the card had both the address of this hotel and a photo of what the Turnbulls' lost spiritron vein looked like.
It was the one Mobius was showing them right now!
Vicky had also mentioned that it was unparalleled in regenerating physical wounds. However, since the Turnbulls were not a martial clan, they did not care much even after acquiring the spiritual vein, instead consecrating it at their ancestral shrine.
"Frank…?"
Silverbell was shocked too, as she did not expect Frank's business in Bralog to involve a spiritron vein.
If word got out, would that not lead to a battle between all the factions?
Even now, she could still vividly remember the close shaves she had when she got her own spiritron vein.
"Is this to your satisfaction, Mr. Lawrence?" Mobius asked just then, bringing Frank to his senses.
"Shut up!" Frank snapped, scowling right then. "This has nothing to do with Silverbell!"
"Nothing to do with her?!" Mickus bellowed. "I'm seeing this happen with my own eyes, and you'd still say otherwise?!"
"Not everything you see is reality," Frank retorted coolly.
"That's enough, Mr. Salor!"
Silverbell frowned as she strode up to Mickus, knowing that the person she brought had messed up Frank's plans. "It's Mr. Mobius here who acquired the spiritron vein, and it's Frank who's trying to buy it from him."
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