Since I wasn’t in the mood, I charged a fireball. Clutching the fireball in plain view, I shouted. “Unless you want me to burn these two alive then stop playing and come out!”

This threat caused the two men to be on alert. One of them drew their dagger, while the other quickly tied the girl with a rope. Once he did that he took his own dagger, ready to engage in combat if necessary.

The cow girl could only cower in fear as she attempted to untie herself but to no avail. The rope must’ve been enhanced by magic if she’s having that much trouble.

I threw the fireball like a baseball. As it was too fast for the two men to react in time they got hit by the attack, burning their skin.

Well, that was the plan.

Just before the impact, a waterball intercepted my fireball, vaporizing it. One would be pretty talented if they could time it this accurately.

“No need to be aggressive. Violence isn’t the answer, y’know,” said a man with a deep voice.

My voice was pretty deep for my age, but that’s besides the point.

A man in his early twenties stood in front of the two men. He was tall and of athletic build, slicked back brown hair, and brown eyes. To be honest, he looked like someone you could find anywhere. A background character, an insignificant person you could say.

“Well, you shouldn’t be hiding, acting like a mysterious character,” I said, waving my hands side to side.

“But I am! If this was a story then I’ll definitely be that mysterious antagonist who no one knows about and is doing ‘illegal’ activities,” he exclaimed, stretching his arms as if performing.

“Yeah, yeah. Then I’m the main character of that said story,” I said sarcastically.

“Tch, way to kill my aspirations,” he clicked his tongue and looked away.

“Where do you think you're going?”

The man in his twenties suddenly disappeared, that’s how fast he moved, he then appeared right next to a certain girl trying to run. He cut her, knocking her out. She made a small squeal when she found trying to escape.

“Hey you two,” he shouted, picking up the girl.

“Yes?”

“Take her to the main base, she's quite the catch. We can’t afford to lose potential profit. Now hurry up, we don’t have all day!” The man handed the girl to one of the two middle-aged men.

The middle-aged men no longer had their weapons. “Yes, sir!” Both of them said, leaving with the girl.

“So? Why did you call me?”

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“That should be my line. You should’ve known that I was the only one who would sense your mana,” I retorted, shaking my head.

“Eh, you knew it was me!?” Hiding his face, he acted as it was impossible.

“Why do you have to act like this…” I sighed, no longer annoyed.

“Anyways, I want to talk about important business,” he said in a serious tone.

“Lead the way, Lipski.”

“Can you not call me that? Call me by my given name,” he pleaded.

“Sure thing, Serge,” I replied like it wasn’t a problem in the first place.

As we made our way out of this part of town, I didn’t bother talking about my robe, instead putting my hoodie down, revealing my face but not uniform. We entered a restaurant in the area, ordered our food, and chatted while we waited.

Now, before anyone dares to mock me for choosing a public space, you should know that I’m not that stupid. Then why did I do it? I’ll let you figure it out. Heh.

“First things first, how is business going,” I inquired, sipping my cup of tea.

“I would say quite well, yet with a certain someone’s reluctance to sell a product, we haven’t made as much as we hoped,” he stared deep in my eyes, almost glaring at me.

“It is what it is, if they don’t want to then you don’t. You can’t really go against his word,” I explained, placing the cup down.

“Yeah, even though I, myself, disagree with his decision, I still know that there is a good reason for his decision. He isn’t the type to choose a decision like that right?”

“You’re correct. He’s just not that type of person.”

Since the waitress had come back with our food, we stopped talking and enjoyed our food. There was conversation in between the meal though it was just catching up with the other.

I chewed my food and swallowed it. “What are the exact profits?”

“I would say around eighty-seven platinum coins since the start of this year. Not bad considering the decision to take a very profitable product off the market,” he responded, plopping a piece of fruit inside of his mouth.

“Did you sell that?” I asked, perplexed by the number.

It hasn’t been a year and the number is very high. It’s only September, that amount should be appropriate if it was December and if they got very lucky with the sales. The only explanation for such numbers is if they sold that.

“We did. After all, many people wanted it. Plus it wasn’t as valuable to us as it was to them buyers. In my opinion, we robbed their money,” Serge explained.

“But didn’t you go against his judgement?” I grabbed the cup of tea and let the rest of it trickle down my throat.

“Oh, no, no! You got it all wrong! We carefully considered the decision and came to the conclusion that it was okay. He wouldn’t be against selling that, right?” Serge raised his arms in defense.

“I doubt he’s upset, from what I know he didn’t care much about it. So it should be fine,” I reassured him, placing my hand on the table.

“That’s good to hear…” he sighed a breath of relief.

After finishing our food, we paid, and left the restaurant. We walked through some stands that were still up this late.

“I guess this is where we part ways,” I said, turning towards him.

“Right,” he said, scratching the back of his head.

With that we went our separate ways, with me going home and him going to I don’t know where.