Left Without a Choice

Egregious Mercantile Ethics headquarters, Mister Mir's office.

"How would this event work, exactly?" Asked Emelnie, who along with the old man Golden Cauldron, his son Silver Alchemist, and Master Kye, were sitting on the other side of a wide desk. On the other side of this desk, Mister Mir was sitting on his oddly large chair with a dignified and proud expression.

His behaviour towards the Emelnie and the others was not out of arrogance, but an act. After all, he was one of the most important people within the conglomerate, and by norm, he would not act politely towards anyone of their status. If status was not enough, the fact that he was a high immortal at the ninetieth phase was enough to give his behaviour credibility.

Emelnie and the rest had expected this behaviour, so they paid no mind to it. They were here to obtain information, and nothing else.