"Recently, due to weather conditions, the Administrator of the Alliance has adjusted his itinerary for visiting the southern regions of the Alliance..."
The radio in a restaurant in the harbor district of Settlement No. 1 was broadcasting the day's news.
It was four in the afternoon. Though the restaurant had already opened, it was still far from its busy hours.
Sitting by the display window, Yarman occasionally glanced outside, seemingly waiting for someone.
Just then, the wind chime at the entrance rang. He looked up and met Greg's gaze.
"I knew you would contact me."
"Why do you say that?" Yarman raised an eyebrow slightly.
Greg winked at him and continued in a witty tone.
"Isn't it obvious? Loyalty to the Marshal is built into every Velander. For honor and loyalty, we would gladly give our lives, even if our feet have strayed far from Triumph City. If the Alliance thinks a few petty favors are enough to buy us off, they are gravely mistaken."
Pulling out a chair and sitting opposite Yarman, Greg smiled brightly at the approaching waitress. "Just a black coffee."
"Certainly, sir."
The moonkin girl smiled sweetly, her graceful figure soon drifting behind the bar.
Yarman took a deep breath and looked around uneasily.
"Should we find somewhere more secluded?"
"No need. The view here is wide open. Once you get used to it, you'll understand that some things are better discussed in public than behind closed doors. No matter how careful you are, walls have ears..."
Watching the waitress approach with his coffee, Greg politely nodded and smiled at her. Only after she had returned to the bar did he turn back to Yarman and continue.
"The radio is loud enough to cover our conversation."
"All right. I was only being cautious. Since you have