Kruger looked at Michael, his eyes flashing as he began to realize the power this eleven year old boy held in his hands.
"So, you are the only one who could produce Mithril Artifacts, and you are the only one who can distribute it. I was right. You are quite the dangerous character."
With complete monopoly over the greatest weapons in existence, Michael was perhaps the most sought-after man in the entire world. The world just didn't know it yet.
"What do you plan on doing with your Mithril Artifacts? Are you planning on selling it?" Kruger asked with an inquisitive tone. It was clear what he was trying to convey to Michael.
Kruger wanted them too.
"For now, I can only release a limited supply," Michael said. "But, the price for my Artifacts is not something that I want to sell for money."
Kruger nodded, completely understanding MIchael's stance.
