Evolution: A Warlock’s Rise To Power

"Alright, I can't move a lot of funds tonight so I will work up a proposal and pass it to the board of directors. We can talk more at headquarters in the morning." Uncle Bo said. "But I can spend a bit of money today. My strong and athletic, generous and handsome nephew, why don't you sell your uncle some gold or resources. The Source Creation gold vendors only sell 100 gold at max in single go and attach transaction fees to each sale. I am sure we can work something out that will benefit the both of us."

"How much do you want?"

"How much do you have?"

"I asked first."

"I am your senior."

"The decision lies with the seller."

"The customer is always right."

"How, much, do, you, want?"

"How, much, do, you, have?"

"Lucan, we should just show him." Silent said.

"Ah, yes, the beautiful and smart Miss Night know best." Bo praised, then he leaned towards her. "Make sure you keep a tight leash on this one. He tends to get distracted with petty disagreements."

Silent laughed. "Oh, I know. Come on Lucan, we are taking them to the vault to show off." Lucan shook his head and followed.

'Don't worry, this really will show them you have all the power. I know he is your uncle, but you need to let them know you don't need them, while they need you.'

"Lord Quilldrake, would you like me to accompany you?" Gear asked.

"Don't worry about it, if these people try to do something stupid, I could kill them all before they could blink." Geared bowed and let Silent and Lucan take their guests away.

"Hey now punk. We may have started as non-combat classes, but we aren't helpless." Bo said.

"Pfft, don't confuse this Lord and Lady as regular players." Lucan said as they headed down the steps.

"That's right." Silent said. "Check your brain before moving against an a dangerous rouge twice your level and just completely forget it if you want to try and tackle an insane warlock. Your futures will be bleak if you do something that stupid."

Another elf opened the doors to the vault area and let them pass through.

Lucan approached the largest vault at the end of the room and began to open it up.

"Behold." He said while swinging the door open.

The five from Terracorp stood with mouths gaping for almost a minute. Their guild had a lot of resources as well, but they were always coming in, going out, or in use, so they could never see a scene like they were witnessing now.

The vault was even more impressive than what it is was yesterday. Another 5 chests of gold had been added, there were top grade mana crystals piled to the ceiling in a corners and ten chests filled platinum, quick silver or copper that the dwarves had mined but hadn't been sold off yet since Lucan was tackling the fortress.

"Damn." Pickle was the first to break the silence. "Why bought a guild, but why aren't we this rich."

"He, he." Silent giggled. "You can't compare yourselves to Lucan. You might own a large guild but that is just a workforce, where as he To put it in modern terms, he struck gold, then found oil, then patented a new technology all while being a government arms dealer. You can't compare the two."

Uncle Bo was just laughing to himself while repeatedly muttering "Tycoon nephew."

"So what do you want?" Lucan asked with a grin.

"Pickle, contact guilder leader Cho and see what they need most right now."

"Yes sir." Pickle said before his eyes glazed over. He was obviously messing around in his system interface.

"I should warn you my gear supplies only go up to level 130." Lucan said.

"Boss, Guild leader Cho said they were going use the gold to buy spell/ability books and gear for the guild bank to incentivize the players."