The Guild HQ was stumped. The loud thud reverberated across the first floor. The whole place turned silent as they all choked their words inside their throats. There was not a single scream coming out as most of them made a harsh swallow.
The smooth noise of footsteps was heard as the man that was wearing glasses approached the receptionist. The elegance of the way he walked was permeating class and professionalism. The only thing he lacked was a silver tray with a hot steaming coffee on top of it.
However, after the display of prowess that he had just shown, none of them could see him as an ordinary butler that could serve drinks. The blood was still running as they exhale through their nostrils. Nothing was ordinary out of the man that casually slapped Guild HQ right in their face. Unchained by the worldly rule of respect, he arrived at the table before his towering figure overwhelmed the lady behind it.
