Bang!
Finmage's anger surged, and he pounded the table with a fist, spilling the tea.
"In their words, they'd rather let the secrets be lost to the winds than give them to a lowly pirate like me..."
Finmage gritted his teeth, the fury almost seeping out of him.
Rogel, hearing this, clicked his tongue in amazement.
He didn't expect the Gostya Clan to actually have such spine.
However, since Finmage said so, I probably have to change my target now.
Ordinary people definitely wouldn't know the secrets he wanted.
To find them, he had to look for the big families in the Free City-States or settlements...
Rogel summoned a Bone Spirit to right the teacup, then refilled it and wiped the spilled tea from the table.
Seeing this, Finmage suddenly realized he indeed lost composure just now.
"Apologies, Lord Rogel, I lost my composure."
Finmage apologized.
