Night.
Hunter Bar was brightly lit.
As Isabet worked, she kept an eye on William, sensing that he seemed even more exhausted than usual.
Although this colleague occasionally said strange things to her, he was kind-hearted at his core.
Seeing this, Isabet cast him a concerned look.
William's pale face shook slightly as he indicated that he was fine.
He was simply too tired.
And he also felt a little bitter.
So Plymouth is this dangerous. Any random bar owner can handle me so easily...
The place where I work is actually the underground entrance to the Black Queen District...
What, exactly, were all my previous efforts and painstaking searches for?
Poor Mr. William Charles was in a state of confusion.
At that moment, Mr. Balkin—the man who had once drugged him unconscious—approached with a glass of beer and said with a smile, "Sorry about what happened before. This round is on me."
"I understand, I understand. We're both just following the boss's orders."
William suddenly felt a shared sympathy between wage slaves.
Then, only after watching him finish the beer did Balkin look at him with pity and slowly say, "The boss wants you to visit his office after you finish work."
Office.
When Aaron saw William knock and enter, he nodded. "Perfect timing. Come to the washroom with me."
At that moment, William's expression was quite a sight.
Especially once they were inside the washroom, when Aaron entered a toilet stall and even beckoned to him.
All sorts of salacious rumors about the Sodoma royal family immediately surfaced in William's mind.
Well, even William, this country bumpkin who had only just arrived in Plymouth, had heard a thing or two about the debauched life of the Sodoma royal family.
"What are you standing there for?"
Aaron glared,