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Zach saw Derot's confused face and handed over the letter for him to read. He did so with eyes narrowed with suspicion. He then looked at Zach's grin.

"This sounds incredibly fishy," Derot said.

"I'm sure that's part of it."

Derot sighed.

"Does a secret society of merchants intrigue you that much?" Derot asked skeptically.

"Of course!" Zach's head bobbed up and down excitedly.

"I guess we're meeting them, then." Derot sighed again and stuffed the letter back inside his shirt.

Zach cheered before catching up to Derot, who had already started heading toward the exit. There was no time like the present, and the secret society seemed like they were available at a moment's notice, given the letter's contents.

Derot shook his head.

A secret society of merchants.

It was probably just a gathering of merchants with shared interests who decided to work together without announcing it to the rest of the world. After all, why would they? They could manipulate the market to profit themselves more easily if no one knew they were doing it together.

The attempts at interfering with the alchemist guild's business and the sabotage were probably rooted in the secret society. They most likely hadn't done much themselves, but a word from them had made the guild's warehouses go up in flames.

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Derot looked at Zach, whose energetic steps had already taken him ahead of Derot. The excitement in those steps wasn't just because Zach liked the idea of a secret society.

He also hadn't forgotten about all of the losses they suffered. If no one had interfered with their entry into the capital market, their guild would have already raked in millions in sheer profit. After tax.

Instead, due to interference, there had been months where the guild hadn't gone even.

Zach wasn't interested in the meeting just because he wanted to see a secret society for himself. He had a few scores to settle and a few accounts to straighten out.

Derot was a little worried.

Not about Zach. Nor was Derot worried about himself.

He was worried about the chaos Zach would cause and the effects it would have on the market.

From the quality of the paper used in the envelope and the letter, Derot could tell that the merchants in the secret society were not on the same level as Kadricke. They had access to exclusive products that money alone would not grant.

With mixed feelings, none of them fear, Zach, Derot, and their servants followed the instructions in the letter for how to accept the invitation. That brought them to an alley behind a tavern. There, a seemingly ordinary man with simple clothes and a face one could forget while still looking at him led them through the winding backstreets, into, and out of restaurants, shops, inns, and storages.

Finally, the man took them to the top floor of one of the taller hotels in the capital. It was a simple but extremely luxurious place. It was perfect for people who didn't want attention but valued good treatment and lavish food.

It was the perfect place for the meeting of a secret society.

Outside the final door, a fancy coat waited for the ordinary man. He put it on and opened the door, taking the lead in entering the room bathed in darkness. The jacket seemingly transformed the ordinary man into one of excellence as he went from barely being noticeable to having a presence that rivaled even that of Princess Rienne.

Zach and Derot exchanged looks before stepping into the room, the door slamming shut as soon as Nora had entered.

Zach was a little surprised that they let his maids accompany him without so much as a fuss. Maybe it was courtesy. Maybe they just weren't worried.

Zach's eyes narrowed as he glanced around the room. The space itself was pretty big. But the only things in it were a round table in the middle with a set of chairs around it. Zach could see vague shadows sitting on those chairs.

Those were the members of the secret society. Those were the ones responsible for all the trouble Derot had gone through.

Zach snorted.

"Mandra." Zach's voice was low, but it was easy to hear in the silent room.

Mandra understood what Zach wanted without him needing to say another word. She snapped her fingers. A glowing ball of gentle blue light appeared in the center of the room, clearly illuminating it and everyone inside it.

The members of the secret society winced at the sudden light before turning to Zach and glaring at him. The only one who didn't seem to care too much was the man who had led them to the meeting, who sat at the opposite side of the table to where Zach and Derot stood.

"Have you no respect, boy?" An elderly man complained.

"Nope," Zach answered with a grin as he memorized the faces of each member.

Derot frowned as he also looked at the ones responsible for all of his troubles. He recognized one of them.

"Lila?" He asked, his tongue moving faster than his mind.

Lila Violet, the owner of Lila's Lillies and one of the members of Kadricke's Coalition looked at Derot. She nodded lightly before looking at Mandra. She had activated that spell very smoothly.

"I am against their cooperation with us!" The old man said angrily.

"Same here. If they can't respect our rules of secrecy, they do not deserve to be part of our society," a younger man said with a condescending look.@@novelbin@@

"Calm down." The ordinary-looking man who was nothing but ordinary got what he wanted. The ones causing a ruckus immediately quietened down. He looked at Zach and Derot, his gaze flickering across the maids behind Zach.

What kind of fool had ever assumed Zach was a useless bum? The maids behind him were as far from ordinary beauties as possible.

The ordinary-looking man in an expensive coat sighed lightly before opening is mouth.