"Guild Master!"
At the sound of those words, the crowd instinctively parted, and my eyes locked onto the man descending the stairs. His brow was tightly wrinkled, his expression dark with irritation—as if he'd been dragged out of something far more important than dealing with a lunatic with a broken table leg.
But I didn't care about his mood.
There he was.
Exactly the person I'd come to meet.
There was no way a nobody like me, someone with zero connections and no impressive status, could meet the Guild Master through normal channels.
So I had created my own.
That was exactly why I'd chosen this approach.
Walking in politely, asking for an audience, or trying to negotiate?
He would've brushed me off like some bothersome kid.
But creating a disturbance—one loud enough to shake the guild's walls—was the fastest way to drag the Guild Master out himself.
And just as I expected, the man appeared at the entrance of the hall, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room.
