RiverBlood Empire
Fistfar Galaxy
Tirval Solar System
In a planetary District
Morrow Chamber of Commerce Headquarters
Bang!
Several individuals in the room shuddered.
Nervously, their gazes lingered on the tall elf seated at the head of the conference table in the conference room.
The first young master of the chamber of commerce was angry.
Fortunately, this time, he didn't direct his anger at them.
"Those Bastards," the elf hissed. "Where the hell are we supposed to find a rank 7 runesmith skilled enough to help us out?"
Everyone in the room shared the sentiment of the first young master.
The rune inscribed artifacts they were transferring to the Infa Solar System had taken a very long time to produce. There had been years of effort, paying of high skilled rank 7 runesmiths among other sacrifices to produce those products.
To think a bunch of pirates will kill all their crew members and plunder their resources.
