Cyril gulped down the wine in his cup and looked at Cheryl. "Do you know any outstanding Artisans? I have some characteristics I want forged into mystical items."
"Some?"
Cyril tipped his head back, recalled how many characteristics he had on hand, and replied, "About six or seven."
Cheryl nodded. She was not particularly surprised that he could produce so many characteristics, then asked, "You probably can't use that many mystical items. Are you selling them?"
"Or you could sell the characteristics directly to me. There happens to be a Beyonder gathering I'm organizing soon, and I can resell them."
Cyril considered it and nodded. "That works too, but a few characteristics need to be made into mystical items. I've already found buyers for them."
Cheryl immediately nodded. "No problem. I have an Artisan I've worked with for a long time."
After agreeing on a time for the transaction, Cyril rose and headed for Bay Bar's entrance, intending to continue drinking and gathering information at a bar run by their business rival.
"What a brutal commercial war~"
"Oh, right. Remember to pay me."
"Today's drinks and grilled fish are already on the house."
"So stingy..."
Across the street and diagonally opposite Bay Bar was a place called Frost White Wind Bar.
The moment Cyril stepped through the bar's doors, the previously lively establishment abruptly fell silent. The drinkers all turned to look at him, then lowered their heads and drank as if nothing had happened.
At the counter, Cyril glanced at the small blackboard listing the drinks and their prices, then casually said, "A glass of Zarha."
"1 Feynapotter silver."
Very quickly, the bartender placed a full glass of liquor before him, without a trace of foam.
After naming his drink, Cyril smiled. "This place is much more generous than