Merchant

The image projected from the crystal began its third replay. Without a high-quality Magic Net Terminal to enlarge and filter the image, the raw footage projected directly from the crystal appeared blurry and slightly distorted. Yet Kord found it difficult to calm his emotions as he watched it.

Not everyone could immediately think of a use for something entirely new after seeing it—opening up a new field was often no less difficult than reclaiming new land. It required more than intelligence and knowledge; more often, it required exceptional talent, a little luck, and the courage to break convention.

According to archaeologists, primitive humans hunted with stones and clubs, yet it might have taken them thousands upon thousands of years to think of tying a stone to a stick.

His eldest son, Par, called from the doorway, startling Kord out of his thoughts. "Father, the representative from Marlin Trading Company will be here soon—and they've already been waiting for over twenty minutes."

"You receive them," Kord said without looking up. "I still have things to do."

"But Father, what they want to discuss is..."

"You receive them," Kord repeated. "You know how to handle it. Go."

"Yes, Father."

Par left, while Fielm glanced nervously at the great merchant before him. "Mr. Kord, have I delayed your..."

"Don't worry about it. Business matters never end, but a good creative idea must not be missed," Kord said with a smile. He studied the blond young man before him again, then asked seriously, "Child, have you considered what you intend to do with this thing you created?"

Fielm instinctively smoothed the hem of his coat and adjusted his tie, seemingly trying to make himself look as presentable as possible. "Sir, actually, I... I'm not very sure. I only came up with an idea. I