Rein sat there like a silent iron mountain.
His bare scalp was heavily tattooed with densely packed Runes, and the lower half of his face was tightly wrapped in a cold metal prosthesis, rendering him completely expressionless.
He clearly had no interest in the surrounding social interactions and had gained nothing from this trade fair. One of his fingers impatiently tapped the tabletop. The rhythm was heavy and deep, causing the water cup in front of him to tremble with each strike.
Allen weaved through the crowd and took the empty seat opposite him.
Rein raised his eyelids, a flash of scrutiny passing through his eyes as his gaze lingered on Allen's youthful face for a moment.
"Mr. Rein," Allen began calmly, stating his purpose. "I'm interested in the Composite Magic Power scanning technology you've listed."
Rein's finger stopped tapping, and he looked Allen up and down.
