Of course, even if the figure was of a meaningful background, there was no way Vlad would simply bow down to them or ignore blatant disrespect. He met Urion's gaze with sharp, cold eyes.
"You did not answer my question."
Another wave of shock crossed Urion's face as he realized that, even after revealing his family name and prestigious role, the group showed no sign of deference. They did not flinch, nor did they lower their heads as many others would.
Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins, Urion thought bitterly, though he maintained his composure. His voice remained sharp and commanding as he continued, "Those corpses can be transformed into powerful weapons and armor. Hand them over to the Zanis Association, and once we sell the products we forge from them, we will pay you a commission of 25%."
