With some doubts, Richard thought for a moment and said, "My time in Leis is rather tight this trip. If he can arrive within two days, I can meet with him and discuss things. If he is late, then I can only apologize."
"Alright, Gray Raven-sama. I'll relay your meaning to them," Waterbird said.
"Mm, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After the simple farewell, Richard walked out of the room, left the shop, and headed toward an address on the list, silently reciting the name of the contact he had already confirmed: "Qian Ning."
Half an hour later.
"Martin Qian Ning?" Richard stood inside a jewelry shop in the center of Leis City, looking at the person before him as he asked, "Are you Martin Qian Ning?"
The other man was short and fat, with stubby limbs, looking like a barrel that had grown arms and legs. Yet the occasional sharp gleam flashing through his pea-sized eyes revealed an unusual shrewdness.
Looking at him, Richard could not help thinking of the unscrupulous merchant Alex he had dealt with in White Stone Tower City. Alex had looked much the same, and Richard had made quite a bit of money from him. Of course, Richard had later dug up Alex's ancestors' graves, pumped them full of chlorine gas, and found the Black Spirit King's treasure.
So, all things considered, they were about even.
At that moment, Martin Qian Ning, whose name had been called, widened his little eyes and looked over in confusion. He discreetly sized Richard up, unable to determine his identity and even less certain why Richard had come looking for him.
His eyes rolled in their sockets as he cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are, sir, and what business you have with Martin Qian Ning?"
Even as he spoke, he