Academy of Mera

"I'm here regarding the land acquisition request," Arthur replied, holding up the parchment.

The guard gave a small nod before pushing open the gate. "Go on inside. He's expecting you."

Arthur stepped through, noting the well-kept garden and the faint scent of burning incense wafting from the building. Whoever owned this place had wealth—and more importantly, influence.

Reaching the entrance, he knocked.

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a man in his early fifties. He was tall, dressed in a well-fitted dark coat with silver embroidery, his grey hair slicked back.

His eyes swept over Arthur in a single glance, as if assessing him in mere seconds.

"You must be the one who posted the mission," the man said smoothly.

Arthur nodded. "That's right."

The man extended his hand

"James Goldsmith."

"Azarel."

The man nodded before stepping aside. "Come in."

Arthur entered.