Dimensional Descent

At least that was what Leonel thought… But when the old timers actually came to their station, he began to question himself all over again.

"Hello Kaela." Jac smiled amiably. "How have you been?"

Kaela's face was a bit stiff, but she still managed to squeeze out a smile.

"I've been good, Elder Beinala."

"Ai, what a distant form of address. What happened to the little girl who would always cutely call me master? Is there a need to be like this?"

Kaela's face still remained somewhat stiff. Every fiber of her being wanted to stick a middle finger up and tell this old fart to go to hell, but she knew that despite the amiable personality of this old man, he wielded quite a bit of power in Valiant Heart. She didn't want to risk her path being cut off for no reason.

She had already managed to separate from this old man without incurring too much of a penalty. She didn't want to risk anymore.

"Alright, Jac. Stop teasing the poor girl. If you had lightened up the workload on those poor little kids like I told you, she would have never left."

"Ai, I was just trying to get her full potential out!"

"Alright, alright. You've said this many times already. It seems your favorite disciple is doing quite well for herself, even ready to submit some new designs for the Exchange List. How about we give her the stage."

Who Leonel thought were Beinala's two wives mediatated the situation, finally letting them get down to business.

Leonel realized at that moment that he might have misread the looks the old timers had been given their station. He forgot to consider the fact they might just be looking because they recognized Kaela.

From their talk, it seemed that these old timers were closer to Kaela than he thought. At the very least, though Kaela was unsatisfied with their relationship, the three of them didn't dislike the young girl. They even seemed to somewhat understand her decision.

was the case… Was there really no trump card coming? Was there no table flip? No sudden evil

couldn't wrap his head around it at

deep breath and began

total split into two categories. We have

with the consumable, we call them the Polished Grenade and Elite Polished Grenade. They make use of our Faction's signature ore, the Polished

of Beinala's

was a great Crafter in her own right, being Tier 8. So, she was obviously aware of

nodded, growing

on

confident. Soon, her presentation became somewhat of a performance. Leonel couldn't help but think that she'd

Grenade can kill anyone below Tier 4 and severely injure someone at Tier 4? And the Elite version can kill anyone below Tier

Kaela beamed. "Yes."

but she was confident in Leonel's assessment. If there was anyone whose

used the standard

Jac asked the final

smile grew brighter. "The common version will cost just 5 merit points. The Elite version

in shock. The only reason they hadn't been too shocked by the strength of these grenades was because they expected it to be expensive. This was usually the case

good ideas, powerful, even. But they would be much to expensive to manufacture on any

with just 100 kilograms of Urbe… That was cheaper than even the price

is the price you want to sell it at?" Beinala looked toward the

"Certain." Kaela said confidently.

wizened eyes narrowed, but he eventually turned his gaze toward the defensive product they

"And this?"