After recovering from their brief daze, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and the pasture Army Advisor showed a trace of delight on their features.

At the prior auction, the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask had made his entrance by confronting the Musical House. Plus, from what he had just said, it was he who killed the zombie-like freak... So, he must be a friend instead of an enemy.

The pasture Goddess of Martial Arts looked up as well. For no ...