Harter felt that he was now in a bit of a predicant.
According to his original plan, he wanted to co along with Pilei to prevent that guy from taking all the credit when reporting it.
The people around him mostly had similar thoughts.
However, what he didn’t expect was that the situation would develop into this, where the manager didn’t seem to believe their words.
In fact, due to the strong aura of the other party and his assertive tone accompanied by a chilling threat, Harter now began to doubt himself.
In hindsight, it would have been better not to stand out and speak; letting others take the lead would have sufficed.
He regretted it internally.
But since things had reached this point, regret was useless.
Harter could imagine that if he changed his story now, regardless of truth or falsehood, he wouldn’t gain any benefit.
So, now he could only grit his teeth and admit it, having no other choice.
At least, he truly saw Lord Jixing descend from the sky at that ti; he wasn’t lying about that fact.
"Manager Dale, I swear by the Life Goddess, I really saw him descend from the sky, and there’s absolutely no mistake about it!"
Harter gathered his courage and stated his answer.
The next second, he didn’t see Manager Dale’s imagined furious expression; instead, the latter retracted his anger, showing a pondering look.
"He can fly... Could... he really be a Holy Rank powerful figure...?"
Dale walked a few steps in place, the sound of his thick hard-soled boots hitting the ground echoed "pat-ta, pat-ta."
The reason he was so furious earlier was mostly an act.
It was rely to provoke them a bit, to see if anyone was lying.
He didn’t think these fools had the guts to deceive him; judging by the current situation, they seed to have really encountered a Holy Rank presence.
Thinking of the ssage that the Beastman Wind Cavalry was instantly killed by a mysterious force, Dale beca even more suspicious.
If it was a Ninth Rank Holy Demon Master, doing so would indeed be easy.
"Go! All of you co with !"
With a command, he led everyone inside.
In the next two hours, Pilei and the others experienced the most tense monts of their lives, even surpassing the feeling they had when they were with Lord Jixing.
The headquarters of the Iron Furnace Comrce directly dispatched seven or eight core managers or higher, and eventually, even the chairman and vice chairman personally arrived.
With such an arrangent, Pilei and others felt their legs turning weak.
In their hearts, they continuously prayed that Lord Jixing must truly be a Holy Rank powerhouse.
Otherwise, their fate would almost be foreseeable.
"Is this the token he left for you?"
In the secret room, an elder in a deep purple magic robe was closely examining the small bottle containing the Communication Butterfly.
"Yes, Lord Chairman, Lord Jixing also ntioned that he would stay near the rcenary Guild for a while to issue a mission to search for the Dinsion Rift... However, he didn’t tell exactly what that is, saying it would be detailed in the mission description when the ti cos..."
Pilei bowed standing in front of this elder in a purple robe, repeating these words that he didn’t know how many tis.
This ti, he was especially detailed, describing every detail he could rember, not daring to show the slightest impatience.
He knew that the person in front of him was the power holder of the entire Iron Furnace Comrce and one of the most powerful figures in the Royal City.
Riken Fox.
An Eighth Rank Great Mage.
Just a step further, and he could reach the pinnacle of the world as a Ninth Rank Holy Demon Master.
The reason Iron Furnace Comrce could reach its current scale is inseparable from this person.
Compared to Zhang Xiaoman, who concealed his aura and was very amiable, standing before Riken Fox put much greater physiological and psychological pressure on Pilei.
"Hmm, you’ve done well, this intelligence is very important to us, I won’t forget your credit."
The elder in the purple robe nodded, then looked at the others standing in a row in the room and said:
"The sa goes for all of you. As a reward for this journey, everyone will receive compensation."
He spoke while waving his hand, signaling the manager beside him to lead them away.
"Alright, there’s nothing further for you here, rember, keep your mouths shut, I don’t wish to see anyone having their tongue cut out."
Pilei only felt as if the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, his entire body plunged into an ice cave, and his heart seed to stop montarily.
Fortunately, this oppressive atmosphere lasted only for a mont; he quickly recovered and left under the guidance of a few managers.
In the room, after everyone had left, the elder in the purple robe looked intently at the transparent small bottle in his palm and murmured:
"What an incredible Magic Bottle, it managed to isolate even my magic power detection, this item definitely doesn’t belong to an ordinary person..."
A middle-aged man nearby heard these words, and his expression flinched slightly, then showed astonishnt.
"Professor, even you can’t sense the thing inside the bottle...?"
This middle-aged man was the vice chairman of the Iron Furnace Comrce, nad Augmundu Potter.
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