A Pleasant Collaboration

"Since it's a long story, there's no need to tell me. Our time is valuable, so let's not waste it!"

Geshilton had intended to build some suspense, but Gaita was completely unmoved, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Still, Geshilton was the branch president of a merchant association and was highly skilled at communication. "All right, Mr. Gaita, let's handle your business first. My relationship with Viscount Yorich truly isn't important."

Seeing that Geshilton did not press the matter, Gaita secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since arriving at this tavern, he had felt that something was off. Those soldiers who were clearly part of the city garrison showed no fear of his status and had even taken the initiative to confront him with weapons in hand.

But that was not much of a concern. Soldiers were always forgetful when drunk, and if someone interrupted them while they were enjoying themselves, they would not care who that person was.

What unsettled Gaita most was that he vaguely felt those soldiers seemed to know Geshilton's identity, especially that officer with his contemptuous smile.

And yet Geshilton, merely the branch president of a merchant association, could command so many soldiers from the city garrison. Gaita did not want to think too deeply about what that implied.

Gaita only wanted to hand the governor's letter to Geshilton as quickly as possible and leave this troublesome place.

Gaita directly handed the letter to Geshilton. After having him check that the envelope was intact, he immediately asked, "When can it be sent out of the city? It has to be as soon as possible!"

"You can rest assured about that. Our channels are convenient and secure. It will reach Viscount Victor outside the city tonight!"

After receiving that confirmation, Gaita prepared to leave at once. But