Chapter 166: Guild Contract
The heavy oak door of the Willson Guild Hall clicked shut, sealing Victor Arkwright's manic, high-stakes energy on the outside.
For a full ten seconds, the common hall was utterly silent. The only sound was the faint crackle of the low fire in the hearth and the distant, muffled sound of a merchant shouting in the street.
My father, Darius, stood frozen, his calloused hand resting on the sealed contract as if it were a bomb.
My mother's hands were pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide and overflowing with silent tears.
The senior guild members stared, their expressions blank, their minds clearly unable to process the 95-million-Ren miracle that had just detonated in their laps.
Then, the dam of disbelief broke.
"Ninety-five million... Did I hear him right?" one of the older hunters, a man named Borin, whispered, his voice trembling.
"He... he's paying it all?" another gasped. "Today?"
