Well, well!
So this tavern is actually one of the intelligence outposts for our own organization.
Members of the Hat organization are scattered everywhere, and of course, I can't know all of them.
Walter gave the tavern owner a meaningful glance, said nothing more, and stood up to leave the tavern.
"Lord, please take care," the tavern owner said respectfully, watching Walter leave while wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
In fact, he didn't know Walter personally, but he had just received an urgent communication from his superior, informing him that the man in front of him was a high-ranking figure in the organization, and that he must do everything he could to please him.
As he watched Walter's departing figure, the tavern owner silently made a note of this.
At that moment, another shout came from the other end of the tavern.
"Boss, check please!"
"Forty Dalton coins."
"What?! The price has doubled?! Wasn't it twenty Dalton coins for a dozen before?!"
