Jingle!

“So I was saying…”

“Puha! Another ale over here!”

The bell rang clearly as the door opened, but few people in such a large city cared about others, even if it was a pub located in the back alley.

“What can I get you?”

“Vodka. Make it a double shot.”

Instead of going to the bar, Isla settled down at a dusty, old table in the corner. After ordering a drink from a hostess dressed in a cheap dress that clearly revealed her cleavage, Isla observed his surroundings.

Almost all of the guests were men, and they were armed.

Edenfield strictly forbade people from bringing in weapons, but territorial knights or those with mercenary identification tokens were allowed to possess weapons. In other words, this was not a bar for ordinary people, but for people with special occupations.

Thud.

“Here you are. Hmm?”

A glimmer appeared in the hostess’ eyes as she placed a glass containing transparent liquid on the table. Although he was still adorning a hood, Isla's face had been revealed briefly in the dim light.

“I don’t recall seeing you here before. Where are you from? Ah, do you want to buy me a drink? Ale will be fine.”

The hostess flirted blatantly after seeing his handsome face. She pulled up a chair next to him...