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『The Solvent』

After breakfast, the Lord had sent for the other members of his counsel and local governing body.

In turn, a round table had been added into the center of the reception hall, large enough to fit at least twelve people all around it with more than enough space to spare.

Jack stood at this table, his back to the throne. His eyes resting on the Lord Carmichael on the opposing end, directly across from him with Cassandra standing beside him.

The other individuals standing around the table were from the various other department the Lord depends on to keep this city running smoothly on a day to day basis. All of them were men, all of them were dressed in flamboyant wares which showed off their wealthy and status as nobles.

Jack was surely unimpressed by this display. They had gold jeweled rings on their fingers, large enough to give a young jewelry driven woman a heart attack. His eyes remained on their accessories, all of them usually meaningless. All an indication that they were above others and had no practical use whatsoever.

The only one however who seemed to be at least modest in his appearance was the Commander of the Local Guard, who was dressed in his half-plate armor over some comfortable padded clothes for minimal protection. This man, was the only one who wore something practical to the table other than the Lord who also chose to wear the armor he had worn the day before.

"How disappointing..." Jack would say as the silence continued to loom over the the table, his eyes flashing at each one of the men present.

"How dare you!? Who do you think you are!? Are you even of noble descent!?" The Noctia Merchant Guild Master growled as he slammed a hand down on the table immediately after Jack's little remark.

Carmichael glanced over towards the Merchant with a frown across his lips, shaking his head to himself.

The Lord's eyes then glossed Jack over, before closing them partially, seeing as he didn't have much of a reaction.

This man was wearing vestments of red framed in gold woven trim. He was around his fifties, had a very large forehead and his face reminded Jack of a troll with a busted face. His body reminded him of a fat pig, which was making it hard for him not to laugh at the man, though he didn't show it on his face.

His gaze drifted over to the angry man who had immediately been triggered. "You seem to have come here to display your wealth at a meeting that is meant for bettering the City. Not to feed your petty ego."

"Petty?" The Guild Master sneered and looked away, his eyes resting on the Lord of the Castle. Yet he found no defense coming from his Lord, which caused him to become rather puzzled.

The Lord Carmichael was rather annoyed with this Guild Master's demeanor, but remained impartial as Jack had told him before the meeting. He only needed to introduce him and watch.

The Commander of the City Guard had raised a brow at Jack's disposition, a faint smile across his lips. He was immediately intrigued with the person who wasn't fearful of the wrath of the wealthy.

His eyes then moved towards the Master of the Noctia Mage Guild. Someone who seemed to be one of Jack's greatest disappointments. Low grade enchantments on their purple and silver trimmed vestments, countless vanity items hanging from his high quality belts.

Even the man's magic staff was for show, it was a horrible when it came to stats, but it looked amazing in names of aesthetics.

He wanted to kill just about half of them just for coming here the way they did.

It was strange, this urge to just kill them without mercy or true provocation.

His eyes shifted towards Noctia's Adventurer Guild Master, named Ryker, who had a bland look on his face. This guy seemed to be covered in trophies, but with no real use to them at all. Out of all of the apparel he had seen today, he clashed the most. Under all the trophies nonetheless, was scale mail made of orcish iron as it was coined so due to the green sheen it had.