"Poor Inference, hopefully our little detective will fall into someone's hands that hm...perhaps could protect him from this cruel world."

Auctioneer sighs as he extend his arms to reach the top shelf for his box of biscuit for some afternoon tea with his uninvited guest.

"Not Trickster though"

DM took a good sip out of his cup. 

Well yes, technically it is his fault that Inference had ended up sold to one of the most vicious man ever exists but what can he do ? He doesn't have any choice but to full fill that moron's request, after-all its all just the matter of time before Trickster lay hands on him.