A Swordsman's Oath
Aldrich walked out of the office and saw the awe mixed with slight fear written on Mr. Edwin's face. A devilish voice resounded in the hall and a gust of wind appeared and vanished instantaneously.
"Mr. Edwin, have you gone through all the details?"
Aldrich had prepared many documents for different scenarios. He looked at one corner of the hall where many boxes had been lying on top of another.
Those boxes contained many paintings, research materials, and ideas related to conjoining Mana cores with the existing technology efficiently. That corner, with its many boxes, was worth billions of US dollars.
Only a few Dreamers and scientists could undeniably say that it was priceless.
"Yes, I would serve the Thousand Faces Guild with all my heart."
Mr. Edwin put a hand on his chest and gave a deep bow. Reverence and attachment came seeping out the old man's gesture.
"Good! Where's Boomie?"