"Someone... kill me," the fat landlord muttered, staring at Raizel with an expression of utter disbelief.
But no matter how impossible it seemed, the documents were real.
There was absolutely no way to fake their authenticity. Each one was embedded with a unique magical insignia. Even if someone dared to commit fraud, the punishment for such a crime would be unforgettable.
"H-how did you do it, young man?"
Raizel didn't respond. His crimson eyes, filled with ridicule, silently told him to scram.
The landlord swallowed hard. Understanding the mood, he turned and left the house, his mind in turmoil.
This was huge news. Someone from their sector had made it into the Apex Guild. It was a moment of great pride for everyone.
He had to brag about this to the others.
With that thought, his expression became smug.
Seeing the landlord leave, Robert shook his head helplessly.
"I'm off to work, Marianne," he said before heading out.
"Work safely, husband."
