Mr. Noir is seated across from Mr. White the guild’s lawyer and a large woman with feathered legs and wings. The woman has a raspy voice, “Mr. Noir, Mr. White has already confirmed that Marchen Inc. has agreed to the guild’s terms. However, the guild has a personal interest in meeting the owner.”

“I understand, Mrs. Partridge, but my employer wishes to currently remain anonymous. You will have ample opportunity to meet the head of Marchen Inc. once the first order is delivered. Are there any other questions before, our business concludes?” Mr. Noir quietly asked.

The harpy coldly eyes Mr. Noir like prey for a moment. “In that case, may we have an opportunity to meet the alchemist?” Mrs. Partridge frostily suggested.

“I’m afraid not. The alchemist has signed a confidential agreement with Marchen Inc. I’m afraid the only person who knows the identity of the alchemist is the owner of Marchen Inc. I can certainly put in a request, but from my understanding, the alchemist is reclusive,” Mr. Noir honestly answered.

Mrs. Partridge clicks her tongue unhappily but accepts the response. Mr. White rises to his feet and says, “Until next time, Mr. Noir.” Mr. Noir nods back as the Mr. White sees Mrs. Partridge out.

*

With glee, Izo read the email from Mr. Noir. The guild had accepted the terms and conditions offered by Mr. Noir. Marchen Inc. would at least provide 100 invisibility potions monthly, if more were made, the guild would pay extra for the potions by five percent. On the other hand, the stock was only to be limited and sold to the guild. The first batch delivery was due in a month.

Izo swiftly remembers her reward and pulls up her guild account. Her rank was changed to that of C-class as a thank you from the guild for recommending Marchen Inc. (Though they did heavily hint that she should adventure with a party when entering the higher-level C-Class dungeons.) The guild had also covered all prior debts issued with the guild as a monetary reward.

Which was fine by her as she had enough money from the guild’s purchase to procure alchemy supplies to create other types of potions than the regular. With that in mind, Izo set up an order sheet for Marchen Inc. via an online seller. Since Marchen Inc. was a legal company, the seller had no problem selling the items to her.

Finished ordering supplies, Izo pulls up the reports from Flora Fauna. With interest, she checks over the hiring process. A vampire by the name of Thomas Vladimir was hired as a talent scout. To Izo’s surprise not only was the vampire a good talent scout but a rather good employee. Since his hire a week ago over half of the positions had been filled.

Satisfied at having hired a good manager, Izo pulls up a list of dungeons in the guild search engine. Her auction house sorely needed items to sell, currently, there wasn’t anything that was truly sellable. She wasn’t about to discard the low-level items acquired as newbies or the curious may still purchase said items on a visit. Money was still money, no matter how little.

Izo searches for dungeons with the high drop rates or rare drop rates. There were a couple that could work, but they wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Scrolling down the list, she suddenly pauses and scrolls back up. Plasma Plains, a D-class dungeon. However, what interested her that was the geography. Across from the actual Plasma Plains was a mountain range. The mountain range held a B-Class Dungeon, Plasma Mountain.

Izo taps her finger against her laptop and thinks of the pros and cons. Pro’s, she could gain plenty of items and challenge herself. The con’s, she could be discovered by other adventurers. In the end, the pro’s outweighed the cons. With that in mind, Izo packs clothing into her inventory, before going out on a late-night shopping spree. She was not about to be ill-equipped like last time. But more importantly, she would bring food to eat and besides, Dolores was out with Berry.