"What? Meeting with the owner of the Trading House?" The man with glasses was startled, then frowned in displeasure. "Are you joking with me?"
He had thought the man in front of him wanted to discuss something serious, but it turned out to be nonsense.
Meeting with the owner of the Trading House? Had this man taken the wrong medicine?
The owner of the Eclipse Trading House was a high-ranking figure, not someone who could be met casually. Even he himself needed permission just to speak with him.
Yet the man before him casually said he wanted to meet, clearly upsetting him, as if he was being made a fool of.
Seeing his reaction, Leon merely chuckled. He had expected this and didn't want to drag the conversation out unnecessarily.
After all, he wasn't some protagonist in a novel who enjoyed getting humiliated just to counterattack in a flashy way.
Without wasting time, he pulled a token from his pocket—a golden-white, pentagon-shaped token with a sword emblem in the center.
