“Don’t break the line,” Kadyn said as he collected the money.

 “Sir, why aren’t there any speed boots and defensive artefacts for sale?” asked the customer, as he passed the potion to Kadyn, for evaluating its price.

 “Ichor of Fire. Uncommon Rank potion. It can increase the strength of fire spells by 50% for an hour,” Kadyn nodded. “60,000 Ces.”

 The customer passed the money and looked at Kadyn, confused. “Oh, yes,” Kadyn said. “Speed boots and defensive artefacts aren’t available. We have already sold them to the royal family. By now, you should already know why they need those artefacts, right?”

 The man nodded gravely and gave the way to another customer. Kadyn lifted his gaze and stared at the entrance where Slyff was huffing, trying to suck air. Then he walked towards Kadyn and said something in his ears. “What?” Kadyn looked startled after hearing the news. “Is that true?”

 “Yes,” Slyff said, “as the army could not rush back in such a short time—the emperor himself is going to hold the enemies.”

 Kadyn nodded and turned towards the customers. “Sorry for the inconvenience, but we have to close the shop for today.”

 “Oh, man!” Disappointed looks appeared on their faces, but they knew better than to cause trouble in the shop.

 “How can you close the shop so abruptly?” However, it was normal to find a few arrogant lads amidst the crowd of a hundred. “We have lined up for such a long time, and now, you are chasing us out, as we are nothing.”

Kadyn eyed the youngster—red-haired, dark-eyed—sitting on a sofa that was lying beside his counter and asked, “So, it is Young Master Fidomer. How can I help you?”

 Fidomar Webney was bewildered for a moment, for Kadyn had recognised him in just a single glance. Not many people knew his true identity here. But then, his expression became calm, and he looked at Kadyn arrogantly. “Now, you know my identity, make it fast. My servant is standing in the line. I have lots of things to do.” As he said a man walked out from the line. He was holding a trolly filled with tens of potions and artefacts of all kinds.

 “Sorry,” Kadyn, however, shook his head, “the shop is already closed, and I don’t differ between the Four Great Houses and an ordinary person in my shop—if I sell you the goods, won’t it be unfair towards the other customers?”

 Many people nodded in acknowledgement. Previously, they were feeling a little disgruntled—for Kadyn closed the shop too abruptly. However, now they were looking at him with respect.

 Fidomer glared at Kadyn and then said, “You know who I am—yet, you still dared to refuse me. Do you have a death wish!” His voice became a sharp shout at the end of the sentence. People shrunk back in fear. 

 Kadyn didn’t seem to notice the anger on his face. He smiled and said, “Even if your father were to come, I won’t compromise, much less you, a toddler of a frog.” He eyed Slyff and said, “Throw him out!”

 Slyff nodded and strolled towards Fidomer. “Sir, please, don’t make me drag you out,” said Slyff.

 “Just you?!” shouted the man and then punched. Slyff was caught unprepared, he couldn’t dodge in time, and a fist smashed his chest. He coughed the blood and landed at the corner of the hall—grabbing his chest with one hand while wiping the blood off his mouth with another.

 “Humph!” Fidomer snorted, and just as he was about to turn towards Kadyn, he felt a choking grasp over his neck. He didn’t even realise a figure had appeared behind him. Kadyn tightened his grasp on his neck and said, “You can be arrogant, outside, all you want. But why do you have to show your arrogance in my shop? Moreover, you even dared to touch my people.”

“You—how dare—” ‘Boom!’

Fidomer’s servants tried to rush towards Kadyn—Kadyn waved his hand and the men fell on their knees. “Space Element!” Everyone cried out in shock. Even dangling Fidomer appeared stunned.

Kadyn cared little about people’s reactions. He eyed Fidomer and said, “I can forgive your insolence, however, you should not have attacked Slyff.”

“You—cough, cough—” Fidomer tried to speak, but due to Kadyn’s grasp, he almost choked.

“Slap!”

“Yo—”

“Slap!”

“Bast—cough, cough—”

“Slap!”

Kadyn slapped Fidomer for over five minutes, continuously. His face had turned crimson, while blood dripped out of his lips. He didn’t even try to struggle anymore. However, his eyes were like the mouth of an active volcano, spitting fire and lava, continuously.

 Kadyn looked into his eyes and smirked. “If you respect others,” he said, “only then others will respect you. If you devour others—others will devour you. It is the rule of the jungle and this world is the biggest jungle, so be careful about what you do.” Then Kadyn threw him out of the gate. Fidomer’s servants rushed to help him, but the guy pushed them away, furiously. He stared at Kadyn, and clenched his fist, and then walked out of the shop.

The surrounding was pin-drop silent. People were still shocked. They never thought Kadyn would dare to hit someone from House Webney. “What are you waiting for?” Kadyn said towards them. “The shop is closed. You can leave now.”

Only then the customers came back to their senses and left one by one. Muttering and whispering among themselves. Slyff, who was standing behind Kadyn, said, “Why didn’t you kill that bastard, boss?” he said. “He is a Dark Summoner!”

Dark Summoners were similar to ordinary summoners. However, they summoned evil spirits, or evil beasts, that required sacrifices to evolve. Kadyn’s Hall of Intelligence had since long infiltrated the Four Great Houses, so he knew many of their secrets. Fidomer was just one of them.

Kadyn eyed Slyff. “I didn’t kill him,” he said, “because he is ‘a’ Dark Summoner. Everything should be done at the right time. The time hasn’t come to deal with him, yet,” he paused. Then began, “Let’s go.. We have a mission to accomplish.”