The woman hesitated, then sat down beside him, asking irritably, "What exactly do you want?"
Last time, when the Fourth Squad had arrested people in the tavern,
Wu Heng had come in to ask for information and gotten some news from her.
Though no one knew about it, she still did not want to get involved.
Providing intelligence to the guards and Adventurer Teams would earn her the hostility of the Mercenary Group and certain gangs.
She would not be able to keep working at the tavern afterward.
"This is your share from last time." A money pouch was slipped into her hand from beneath the table.
Beni felt the heavy money pouch in her hand, and her eyes widened.
"W-what do you mean?"
"The reward for the information you provided last time. No one knows about it, so don't worry." Wu Heng leaned closer and spoke softly.
Someone noticed what was happening here.
They looked over and called out, "Beni, what's wrong?"
A smile was forced onto Beni's cold face. "Nothing. He's a friend. I'm having a drink with him."
Since she said they knew each other, no one paid further attention.
Yet beneath the table, Beni's hand still clutched the money pouch tightly without letting go.
"What exactly do you want? Don't get me involved." Beni put away the money pouch and spoke directly.
"I won't get you involved." Wu Heng continued, "Have you noticed anyone with a southern accent who always smells faintly of smoke? Most likely a man."
Beni frowned and shook her head.
"Think carefully," Wu Heng said.
"You know how chaotic taverns are. Other than ordering drinks, there's hardly any chance to chat, let alone notice what someone smells like."
In a tavern, all kinds of smells mixed together. Finding someone by their scent