Chapter: 278
He had to knock a few times before Trenly answered.
“Hello, we’re not quite open yet but how can I help?” Trenly thought it may have been a customer who was there before the shop even opened; Trenly was a nice guy too so he didn’t like to keep people waiting either.
After all, any reasonable person wouldn’t mind bringing in a customer early, and it made the business seem more like a part of the community, like it had a soul rauther than being there simply for profit – of course, profit was necessary.
“Jay? You’ve been requested by the adventurer association.” the guard said.
“Oh. I’m not Jay… I’ll go see if he’s home. Give me a moment.”
Trenly headed upstairs, knocking a few times on Jay’s bedroom door.
“Hello? Jay?”
No answer.
Trenly knew that Jay wasn’t a very heavy sleeper, or he would’ve been up by now, so he headed back down to tell the guard.
“He’s not here, sorry, but I’ll pass on the message?”
The guard had walked inside without invitation.
The guard didn’t actually know why Jay was summoned – he had assumed that Jay was in trouble, or perhaps had stolen something, so he did act quite overbearing.
Normally, stepping into someone’s house would have been rude and imposing, however, it was also a butchery. People were expected to come into the shop, so Trenly didn’t even seem anxious.
The guard looked upstairs for a moment before pursing his lips.
“Just tell him that he’s been summoned and he should come to the association if he doesn’t want to be punished.” he spoke with a raised, raspy voice.
With a nod, the guard left, closing the door enough to be loud, but not enough to slam it – another petty intimidation tactic.
He wasn’t even phased, and if he realised what the guard was doing, he would probably even laugh at the guard and his ridiculous behaviour.
Trenly had grown up around a few of his fathers fellow hunters who were like this.
These kinds of people would seemingly find any reason to get angry and yell at someone who they deemed to be below them.
Of course, they were quite gutless and wouldn’t yell at him with his father around.
These kinds of people would usually end up bitter and alone, Trenly knew this after seeing it as he grew up, so when people acted like that he would think about their future and laugh.
Their anger was not his problem to deal with after all, and to Trenly, they were more like small dogs, barking out of fear.
Many would yell to dominate others, as it stemmed from a feeling of powerlessness, a lack of control and weakness.
Trenly knew that deep down, these were damaged, emotionally unstable children, and so he never took it personally.
Of course, he wouldn’t willingly spend time with such people.