Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

"Offer closes soon!"

Eren said as he took his drag. Morty held his laughter back when he heard what he considered to be a goofball finish speaking up. He took some time to come up with the right words before speaking up.

"Eren, I don't want to belittle you. But you don't understand the scale with which my family's business works. This is not something a single individual…"

Eren shook his head again before interrupting the guy.

"I of course understand the scale. Why do you think I'm asking you instead of going to local channels? Because they can't handle the quantity I'm talking about.

I'll not be doing this transaction with your manufacturing line in an individual capacity. The White Raven Guild will handle this transaction with you. The reason I'm giving a 20 percent discount and asking for on-site protection is that the guild's roots are not deep enough."

Having finished a substantial amount of smoke, Eren used the ashtray. He then added.

"By the way, I'm also thinking of approaching House Lobaev. If you say no, that is."

Eren had no plans to approach the house of Lobaev. It was a rival house of Derringers. It was looking desperately to win more army contracts for itself than Derringers and rise above its current position. And currently, it was giving a tough competition to its rival by being extremely competitive.

'Take the bait!'

Eren thought to himself. And the latter did exactly that after pondering for a bit.

"Well, I don't have any commanding powers over our family's business transactions. And I doubt you would want to discuss it right away.

I can arrange a business meeting for you to meet the right personnel from my family's side in this city. You can figure out the details later. How does that sound?"

Morty understood what Eren was trying to do. But he didn't want to take a chance and offer Lobaev another piece of meat they could be having.

Of course, he doubted Eren when he said he had understood the scale of the business. The butcher's mediocre background still undervalued him. But there was no harm in listening to the man.

"That's all I ask for. White Raven Guild is Looking forward to doing business with you…. Err… your family."

Morty nodded at Eren when he heard the perfunctory remarks. He had ordered dwarven booze for himself a few minutes ago, which was just being served to him. He took a sip from his drink before asking Eren another question.

"By the way, Eren. I have never heard about this White Raven guild. Is it not active in the Nightshade duchy?"

Eren shrugged his shoulders before replying casually.

"Oh, I'm sure you haven't heard of us. That's because we just registered our guild before coming to eat here after all."

Proof!

Morty sprayed all his Darwen booze on himself when he heard Eren's statement. He then looked at Eren with a sense of bewilderment written on his face. But the latter just looked him in the eyes with a straight face and didn't say a word.

He then looked at his batchmate who then sighed and nodded her head. She confirmed that what Eren had said was indeed true and she was a witness to it.

"You…! I hope you know what you are doing. My family doesn't like to fuck around when it comes to business you know.

Play with them and you'll find that you suddenly have a lot of accidents in your life. You still want me to proceed?"

Eren just nodded his head and kicked the butt of his smoke away. He imbued his fire mana into it, which made it disappear into thin air before it hit the ground.

Morty sighed and nodded, sharing his contact details with Eren. He then looked at Altashia as if to look for some explanation regarding Eren. She didn't offer him any. So he got up and bid his goodbyes.

"Once again, it was a pleasure meeting you, Altashia. I'll be near the city of Arangar for my on-field assignment as well. You can always contact me whenever you want if you need anything.

Eren. Miss Agatha. Good day."

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"I thought you were trying to date that girl, Altashia. How could you just allow that Morty guy to take her with him in the morning?"

Agatha asked Eren while sitting at the edge of the bed. Eren, Agatha, and Altashia was back at the inn they had rented after a day-long city exploration. Altashia had observed that the master-slave duo had a good rapport between them while she was accompanying them.

It was late in the evening when the trio ended their sightseeing. Eren made Agatha stay with him in his room under the guise that he wanted to save money. Altashia had a not-so-obvious pout when she heard it.

Al didn't say anything to Eren or offer to spend money to book a room for Agatha. Because of the fear of coming across as insecure and possessive. She then berated herself for thinking like that as Eren and she were not even seeing each other.

Eren and Agatha finally settled into their spacious guest room while Al retired to her own seprate space. Tomorrow, Eren was going to accompany Altashia while she took care of her work.

Eren and Agatha changed into something comfortable when everything else was done.

The anthrope girl had worn silk-looking loungewear. A light pink top matched with loose-fitting pink pants. She asked while swinging her feet in the air.

Eren on the other hand was only wearing pants. His bare torso reflected the moonlight falling on his ripped muscle details. He stood by the open window trying to think of something while looking at his hands.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Eren sent a bunch of wind blades into the air by slashing his hands horizontally in the open space, outside the window. This was the tweaked variant of the Wind Blade Tornado he had learnt recently.

Then he raised his hands towards them to control them with his mana sense. Immediately, the stray wind blades that were heading in different directions started converging before spinning around each other at a rapid pace. Like a mini-tornado that was levitating aimlessly in the air.

'Heh! First, there was the deal with the Derringers. Then a satisfying execution of Wind Blades Tornado. Today was fruitful. Not bad.

Baby steps, Eren. Baby steps.'