Dimensional Descent

Chapter 927 - Who Said?

Just when the older woman was about to reach a decision for what to do, a sudden aura approached. Engnaril appeared in their midst not long later, scanning the situation with a hint of helplessness marring his brow.

After a split moment, he bowed respectfully.

"Lady Anya, Elder Isoltihne…"

He greeted Anya and the older woman, giving the other elders a cursory greeting as well.

"My apologies, there's been a mistake at the border. Leonel Morales, correct? Since this mistake is on me and my department, how about I extend you a Green VIP card? You'll be able to enter and exit Guild territory for a year without fees or due process. It'll just take a day to finish the procedures and then you can go about your business. Will that be okay?"

Leonel's pleading expression had already vanished toward one of neutrality. He already realized that there wasn't much of a point in keeping the act up. The moment this Engnaril appeared, the situation was already far out of his control. Unless he was willing to completely fall out with the Force Crafting Guild and battle it out right here, this was as far as he would go.

Plus, how would that end, anyway? In order to get anything out of it, he would probably have to just plunder the treasure stores of the Guild. If he really did that, he'd just gain himself another powerful enemy.

From what Leonel understood, this Force Crafting Guild was just a small branch. But, it represented the prestige of the main branch as well. No one would be let off after just randomly plundering an entire Guild, unless he could hide his identity.

did he have the time to invest in creating the Force

running into trouble like this,

trade off… if he ever got his hands on it, that is. It was clear that by Engnaril saying 'it would take a day', that

indifference on Leonel's face, Engnaril's gaze narrowed. He knew well how Leonel had managed to slip

on Earth. Visas, citizenship, green cards, workers permits… Even if

to what most worlds would ask to become a citizen. In that case, the algorithm had a test for youth and

under the modified algorithm, he still managed to get through the screening

things weren't so simple. In fact, if

through him, unfazed by his word games

felt like his time was being wasted because these

it was, practically felt like a pat on the head he

this point he had yet to lash out at anyone, but it simply didn't matter. Even in a situation where you did everything perfectly and as

had no real choice in the matter, he had already remembered these matters in his

"Um, excuse me?"

though moths to a flame, all the elders and Engnaril turned over.

looked to be at most around 17 years old. Though,