It seems to have stopped?
Or not?
Urey himself didn't know that. He just subconsciously walked into the studio--- where he painted the second 'The Nameless Maiden'.
In fact, he spent lots of time here before the second auction started.
Urey grabbed a bottle of wine which he didn't know the name. After biting the oak cork open, he quickly and fiercely drank the wine.
He sat on the chair where he was taken away by Edgar about thirty or forty minutes ago.
And now, Efim and the man with the helmet were dead... and many people in this manor had probably died.
Urey slowly closed his eyes while the shooting scenes that happened a few minutes ago flashed in his mind.
…
"You dare to lie?!"
Efim snorted. Even he had thought this guy would play tricks, but Efim would prefer if Urey could find the heir of the Typica Family who destroyed his life.
"You are dead meat." Efim groaned.
