"You have got to be kidding me, there is no way that some prodigious character capable of creating such a thing is unknown in the world, if that was not bad enough he made something this complex without a hint leaking to the outside world" Matthew forgot he was talking to a genie and started rambling. The genie, however, almost gave him a heart attack. " I would find it very troublesome of information about this project leaked out when it was only conceived less 26 days ago".

"Bullshit" was the only answer that Matthew could come up with to such a claim "there is no way a project this big could possibly be conceived, planned, executed within a freaking one short month, that is absolutely unbelievable, just the amount of time needed to accumulate the required materials is beyond one measly month, not to speak about the planning time, the spell work is a different beast all together, that is the reality of it".

"Sir, this is the 1457th time i am hearing the same argument today and i have given the same answer, if your faction is not capable of doing it, why is it others are unable to, and just to give you some perspective, most of that month was organising the humans, the project would have been finished much earlier otherwise, my owner is both spontaneous and capable, if your boss is not capable enough do not project his shortcomings on my owner."

Matthew laughed for while, if he could not hear about a prodigy climbing the dungeon, if such a prodigy had dodged recognition of all factions and made his way down like a shooting star, it made sense no information about him made it this far down. That was one thing but to come to this place and just open up a trading post is certainly a declaration of war against all factions, it was meant to disrupt the lives and sow dissent and discord, this faction was safe while the others were not, he could attack and then retreat to safety, in a prolonged war, he would win without recruiting a sing adventurer.

"Is you boss recruiting? Any position is fine, even a slave should be preferable to my current job, i can even offer my wife and kid too" Matthew asked a random question and did not even think there would be a response to it. He was wrong. "My owner does not usually seek things like servants or slaves, the receptionists for example were a meeting of fate, but if there's an open recruitment it will be announced publicly".

Feeling a lot better compared to when he went in, Matthew sent the genie away and started working on trading his items and tye items he brought from his faction, after less than an hour he left the trading post and looked at the bigger line of people waiting to try this new service. He took his time returning, he was sure the same information he came to was already sent back to the headquarters, however he knew something more valuable that no one else knew about, the power behind the trading post is invisible, capable and ready to expand in the future, that and the fact that this man was not the typical genius, he wasn't flaunting his talent and was surely playing a game that he did not intend to win nor to lose.

When he reached the base and started to repeat the same thing the others already reported he was cut off, he did even get the chance to talk about the notions he picked up from the words of the genie, since he was not given the chance to finish he decided to keep those notions to himself, if the day came and he got his chance to join this upcoming faction, he would have a better idea what to expect than most.

Like always a party was going on in Yunan's private dimension, the excuse this time was the successful launch of the trading post and the overwhelming amount of profit gained from it. the outpost would be open from sunrise to sunset because only two receptionists were currently on the job, and frankly keeping people waiting gave more value to the new trading post. Therefore, the new girls were now sitting at the table with their jaws open as far as they could drop, they never thought it possible to see people acting this way while eating, the girls were really baffled at the way these people did things, the weak guy was the one calling the shots, the one called Leader was just a decorative Leader, the young ladies all fluttered around the weak leader, there were people referred to as pope and guild leader, there was an ordinary woman called mon, there were two enigmatic people that did not talk much and just enjoyed the show, it was a miracle these people were the ones to rattle all factions by simply building a trading post.

Still this faction felt much better, there was nothing to be afraid of, the brute orc and the vulgar dwarf made too many passes at the girls but took the no each time, they returned after each no but they never went overboard. Over the last month they had watched both of them use the prisoners in the cells, but they always asked first. It was a fresh feeling being part of this faction, they could be home here, at least they can act like themselves, they had dignity in this place and that was worth much more than safety, especially for those two who had scarified their dignity too many times for the sake of safety.