After all, it was a place for selling intelligence, so Noah could understand why sounds and figures were concealed.
Round tables were scattered throughout the hall, and at every moment, people would sit down or stand up at a table.
Seeing a patch of mosaic stand up from a seat not far away, Noah didn't hesitate, quickly walked over, and sat down. The moment he sat down, he felt the space he was in being separated from the hall. Unless he voluntarily ended it, no one could disturb him while he was inquiring about intelligence.
Similar to the trading area, consumption had already begun the moment he sat down. The longer the duration, the higher the cost.
Purchasing intelligence also required separate payment.
"They really are money-grubbers..."
Noah complained. He currently had 30,000 Merits, so he didn't need to be too anxious.
The Intelligence Pavilion wasn't the only place that sold intelligence.
