Kruger stared at Michael, his eyes glinting with a mixture of awe and caution 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 decide who gets 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 person 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 make Michael see them in case he didn't intend to before.
Of course, 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, as if already expecting Michael's stance.
