The innkeeper seemed to have seen nothing, and turned around to leave.
Gant Odim naturally sat next to Lann, behaving as affectionately as if they were old friends.
But unfortunately, the Demon Hunter's attitude remained indifferent.
"Judging by your attire, I always thought you weren't very well-off."
Lann's acidic remark said in a flat tone would have been enough to anger any normal person.
But Gant Odim, whether from a mindset or a more fundamental perspective, could hardly be considered normal.
"These days have indeed been tough, but you're a big client, Lann. If I can strike a deal with you, it's worth any treasure."
"I'm flattered, Glass Boy... Let me be sure, this is a 'request'?"
After receiving the affirmative reply, Lann raised the red wine on the plate, toasted the other party, and drained it in one gulp.
After drinking, Lann wiped his mouth and prepared to speak again.
