Richard froze mid-motion as he was about to leave, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
Without hesitation, Richard bowed to Angel. "All right!"
He was afraid that if he delayed even a moment, Angel would withdraw the commission.
These days, never mind searching for someone—even if he were merely asked to look for a cat or dog, he would take the job! Life had become truly desperate. The coal stove at home had not been lit for a long time. If not for the aid of friends, he might not have survived this exceptionally bitter winter.
"I've lived in Waterford all my life. I've dealt with everyone here, from the highborn nobles to the lowest paupers. If it's simply finding someone, leave it to me—I guarantee there'll be no problem!" Richard patted his chest with a solemn expression. "May I ask who this noble young master is looking for? Perhaps I might even recognize him right away."
"I'm not sure what he looks like, but his name is Fullington, and he's a sailor. He isn't from Waterford; his hometown is Sea Moon City. He should have come to Waterford recently to look for relatives displaced by the war."
When Richard heard that the man was not a local, hesitation appeared in his eyes. The war had only just ended, and Waterford was crowded with stranded refugees. There were far too many outsiders. From Angel's tone, the other party did not seem wealthy either. Finding someone with so little information among the countless common folk at the bottom of society would not be easy.
At that moment, Angel took out a bag of coins. "This is the deposit. Once you find him, I'll pay you twice as much as the deposit."
Hearing the coins clinking within the bag, Richard swallowed.