36 Mission hall

Soon the one week his mentor had given him to spend with his daughter was over and even though he had spent a lot of time with her, he still wanted to do more with her. Sadly his mentor had forced him to come back with him to the campus.

During this week the two had stayed at the villa. He so he could be close to his daughter and his mentor as a reason for his stay.

When he did teleport back to his room at the campus he was feeling weird, since he hadn't been in such a cramped room for the last week. It was really astonishing how fast someone could get used to living in luxury. He really was going to miss his room at the villa.

After checking the room to see if everything was in order he then left for the mission hall as ordered by his mentor.

The mission hall was a great building which was bustling with activity. There were a constant stream of people coming in and out of the building, since doing missions was important for all members. Besides earning contribution points you too could get rare materials for them. And even if you excluded the rewards there were still good reasons to do missions as it was a good way to find suitable locations to gain experience. And especially for craftsman since it would be otherwise hard to find the materials to craft more difficult items since they were always rare and expensive, but if you took a crafting mission you would get the materials from the client. Of course you had to show beforehand that you would be able to do the job but it was still the easiest way to get repetitive training without having to spend an absurd amount of money.

When he entered the building through on of the huge entrances which didn't have a door, but instead a invisible energy shield which kept out the weather as well as dirt and dust he found himself in a big rectangular hall. The entrance through wich he came in was on one of the small sides. On the opposite side of the hall there were a row of counters, each with a number above it and on the wall above it there was a large screen with listed on one side the numbers of the counters while on the other there were some other numbers.

On the two long sides there were alcoves which either housed cafes or waiting rooms. Throughout the big hall there were fountains distributed which were surrounded by different plants which stopped the hall from looking to boring. Around these isles couches and chairs were placed for these who waited for their number to come up.

His mentor had told him to look for the 'Beluga' and he soon found it on the right side. It only was a dark oak shield with the name on it above a door of the same material. It looked wrong, since it really didn't fit with the look of the other cafes which prioritized openness and light.

After opening the door he entered a room which fitted his expectation since it was only dimly lit by a chandelier which had real candles and was made of gold and clear crystals, which glittered spectacular in the candlelight. Besides a bar he couldn't see anything since there were spells in place which obscured the view on the small rooms surrounding the hall.

As soon as he entered though the door a female waiter greeted him.

"Hello, Sir. Do you have a membership card or someone to meet?"

It seemed like you could only enter this cafe with either a membership card or if someone who had one invited you. When he took a closer look at the waitress he could feel an aura of suppression from her, like what you would feel if you meet someone much stronger.

*Wow, this must really be an awesome cafe. Even the staff is so strong.*, he internally exclaimed.

"My mentor Carl van Bergen asked me to meet him here."

He then could see her press a button on her headset before she nodded and said, "Follow me."

It seemed like she had just checked if what he said was true. The security was really high here and he couldn't help but wonder what was the requisite to get a membership card.

The waitress lead him into a small room. When the went in he could feel the light pressure of a defense shield which hadn't been activated.

"Sir. I brought your guest.", she then told his mentor while bowing to him.

"Thank you Clara. Could you please bring him a cup of milk coffee?"

"Of course, Sir.", she once again bowed and then left the room without turning around.

"Good, you are finally here.", his mentor then scolded him.

He took a look at his clock and thought indignant, * I'm even five minutes to early, so how could he say that I'm finally here?*, but influenced by the atmosphere here he didn't express himself.

"Don't be shy. Sit down.", his mentor grinned at him while pointing on the seat opposite of him.

"So what do you think of this cafe?"

"Impressive.", Ivan told his honest opinion. He never had seen such luxury. Even when he had stayed at the villa and visited different places with his daughter, and some of them were reserved for the rich and mighty of the capital.

Take the chair he sat on for example. He wasn't sure what wood it was made out but it had a great dark color and the texture as well as the grain were fine and clear, making him sure that it wasn't simple and surely worth a lot. The metal parts were out of a metal alloy, which had the characteristic luster of an alloy he had once seen in a book and which was used to make high grade weapons.