Odyssey of the Blind God

"Just think about my offer. I think your talent is wasted in the government. You're nothing but trained dogs, either way," Nial said before he walked past the bulky guard, who didn't dare to obstruct him anymore.

Nial's mana was too dense and pure for the Prometheus-ranked Guard to even think about comparing it with his own Mana. At the same time, his eyes lingered on his three fellow guards, who were barking like dogs.

He was not sure what exactly had happened but it was quite obvious that it was Nial's doing.

The bulky guard thought about Nial's offer and his words as he saw Nial close the door behind him.

'Who the hell is that…?'

While the bulky guard was overwhelmed and confused, Nial found himself being eyed by Melheim and three officials of the government.

"Didn't we tell the guards not to let anyone in?!" One of the government's officials asked his fellow comrades who nodded their heads in unison.

"We did tell them…who the hell are you?" One of the two asked, his voice sharp and intimidating…or that was what it was probably supposed to be.

Nial, however, ignored the government officials. He walked past them while perceiving that Melheim sprang up from his comfortable chair. Melheim bowed to Nial and he pointed at the seat.

"Please sit down, Leader!" He greeted him in an overly polite tone but Nial just shook his head.

He retrieved a second chair from his spatial ring and sat down.

"You are making our esteemed, and uninvited guests uncomfortable. Sit down, yourself first," Nial said calmly and Melheim listened immediately. He sat down while ignoring the bewildered expression on the faces of the three government officials.

Nial had already visualized every single piece of paper inside the office. He used his mana to pick up a certain contract and shoved it in the hands of the leader of the officials...or the one who behaved like their leader, at least.

"I presume that the government officials came here to question us about the Runic Armaments that had been used for the attack of the Otherworldly Residencies. This is a copy of the contract we signed a week before the incident happened all over the shelters. This is probably the mysterious leader you're looking for. If you're looking for him, that is."

Nial shrugged his shoulders as he pointed at the signature of the contract with his compressed mana. It was blue in color and shaped into a hand to point out everything necessary.

"Up there is the number of runic armaments we've sold and down there is my signature and the signature of the person who purchased it. Unfortunately, I cannot identify him because he was wearing a robe that concealed his mana. You can take a look at the footage recorded by the surveillance cameras if you don't believe my words."

In the end, Nial chose to mention everything necessary even before the three officials could even utter a word.

He received weird gazes but the three officials of the government didn't say anything for a few minutes. They looked at the Magic Contract and sensed the mana fluctuations of the mana that had been used to sign the contracts.

"I don't know who you are to barge in this place…but the Orion Artisan Guild sold Runic Armaments to a foreign race without conducting business with his own race first? What is the meaning of this?" The self-proclaimed leader of the officials asked.

Nial snickered at this hypocrisy.

"I am the Boss here, if you haven't figured that out until now. You really didn't research at all, and came running to the Orion Artisan Guild the moment you were given the order, did you?" He asked sharply, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere in the office.

"As for the reason why I sold something to foreign races…they have more money than you. That's probably the same reason why you're selling innocent humans to the Linaton race, calling it 'for the better good', isn't it? In my case, however, I'm happy that someone stepped in to beat the shit out of the Linaton…that was satisfying to watch…I couldn't really see it though, that was sad."

Nial's voice was calm but with an undercurrent of sharpness to it. The pressure he radiated without using an ounce of mana was enough to force the three government officials to retreat two or three steps.

They looked at the young man with squinted eyes, feeling unsure if he was telling the truth.

However, considering that Nial spoke in such an overbearing manner and that Melheim Zorn was being docile and submissive, it was quite clear that Nial was of higher status than the man they had considered the real leader.

Clearing his throat, the self-proclaimed leader of the three officials stepped forward once again. He tried to ignore Nial's comment about the Linaton race but that was easier said than done. After all, it was not completely wrong and hit the bullseye precisely.

Nial knew that he was not at fault for selling runic armaments to foreign races. The entire human race made business with the Elves, who were also a foreign race. The Orion Artisan Guild did a few deals with Elves and it was the first time they made a deal with another foreign race.

Of course, that was all bullshit. The signature below Nial's belonged to none other than Kaeldur. The magic contract that was currently held by the government official was nothing but a farce, created by Nial for the government, or the Linaton race to be precise.

'Those fools are worse than the dogs outside…'

"Melheim, make copies of the recordings and hand it over to the officials…It looks like the Linaton raised loyal dogs…" Nial said and Melheim Zorn promptly got up just a moment later.

He left the room to get the copies of the recordings while the three officials were fuming in anger.

"You!!!" One of the two quieter government officials shouted out loud while releasing a large amount of mana. The ground below him cracked due to the uncontrolled release of his mana.

Feeling that something was off, the bulky guard barged inside the room, just to see that Nial was calmly seated opposite the three government officials. Two of them released their mana in an uncontrolled manner, while the self-proclaimed leader was looking at Nial with a red face.

"Please don't be that obvious next time. I can tell from a distance of 100 kilometers that you guys are not up to something good. Tell the Linaton race's higher authorities to look for the culprit themselves. You can take the copy of the mana contract. The mana fluctuations are copied perfectly as well," Nial said before he waved his hands off.

He was done with the discussion and didn't want to be bothered by the existence of the three officials for even a second more. However, the exact opposite was the case for the three officials. Only the leader was able to retain his composure, to a certain extent.

As for the other two, they stepped forward, waving their fingers in front of Nial threateningly.

"Who the hell do you think y-...."

"Kneel down and apo–..."

While both were shouting out loud, their eyelids felt heavier and they closed their eyes and slumped to the ground just when Nial got up from the chair.

"Sleep tight!"