Chapter 18: Golden Road Trading Company
The Hunter Association’s Commerce Division occupied the eastern wing of the central administration building. Unlike the combat divisions with their gleaming displays of monster trophies and achievement banners, Commerce embraced an atmosphere of calculated restraint. Muted gray walls, polished stone floors, and endless rows of administrative terminals created an environment where excitement went to die.
Frank adjusted his collar as the clerk processed his application. The woman’s face betrayed nothing—neither approval nor suspicion—as her fingers tapped through his documentation with practiced efficiency. Her badge identified her as "L. Mercer, Registration Specialist," though her expression suggested she might prefer "Dream Crusher."
"Your inventory categorization is... unusual," she finally said, eyes never leaving the screen. "Most new merchants specialize in a single product line."
Frank maintained a neutral expression. "Market research suggested diversification would be more viable."
"Research." She said the word like it was theoretical rather than practical. "And your suppliers?"
"Private network. Confidentiality agreements prevent disclosure."
Her fingers paused momentarily before resuming their rhythm. "That’s permitted, though it will require quarterly quality verification rather than semi-annual."
Frank nodded. The additional inspections were a small price for secrecy. "Understood."
The terminal chimed as she completed the final entry. "Golden Road Trading Company," she read aloud. "Pretentious."
A statement, not a question. Frank kept his face carefully blank.
She tapped a final sequence and the printer behind her whirred to life. "Your provisional license is approved for ninety days. During that period, you’ll need to establish a fixed location or obtain a mobile vending permit, complete product safety certification, and submit your initial quarterly tax documentation."