The Important Day

"We're here for the Guildmaster," Hollen said calmly.

The receptionist nodded immediately.

"He's expecting you."

That alone already revealed something important.

Laurent anticipated their arrival personally.

Actually, even the process moved faster now.

No waiting.

No written request.

No questioning.

The receptionist quickly guided them upstairs once more while several nearby clerks glanced curiously toward Ernest.

Word probably spread internally already.

A child inventor proposing industrial manufacturing naturally attracted attention inside a commerce-focused institution.

As they walked through the quieter upper floors again, Ernest noticed something else too.

People stared less dismissively now.

Before, the looks carried skepticism.

Curiosity.

Confusion.

Now?

The expressions looked more cautious.

Like the guild employees heard something.