บท 38: Seedling

Krez sat in the chair, his plate empty. The door opened, revealing President Wren. The President looked around and spoke up. "I thought you said you beat up one of those spoiled brats running around."

Krez replied, "I did, but I let the father take him away."

"Then who are these guys?" asked the President. "Oh, these are just some of the guards that the father brought along," replied Krez.

The President nodded. "Well, that doesn't complicate anything. Who are the ones you got into a fight with."

Krez responded, "The Blue Mile Trading Company." The old President laughed out loud. "Those guys have been thinking they're hot shit since they became a affiliated trader with the guild."

President Wren looked at Krez. "How do you want me to handle it? I can terminate their contract immediately if you'd like that." Krez shrugged. "Do as you see fit. I'm not the President of the Crafting Guild after all. I don't have experience in these matters."