After reading J. Perelman's private message, Qin Ran replied directly.
2567: Address?
J. Perelman: The Harvest Tavern? Or somewhere of your choosing.
2567: The Harvest Tavern.
J. Perelman: I'll be there shortly.
Qin Ran's familiarity with Giant City was limited. Rather than choose somewhere unfamiliar, he might as well choose the Harvest Tavern, the place he knew best.
The Pseudo-Train was as fast as ever, without the slightest jolt.
When Qin Ran stepped off the Pseudo-Train and entered the Harvest Tavern again, J. Perelman was already waving to him from a corner.
"Over here."
J. Perelman called out.
"Sorry I'm late."
Qin Ran spoke politely, his gaze surveying their surroundings.
He saw no one accompanying the other man.
In fact, there wasn't anyone in the entire tavern dressed like a blacksmith or artisan.
Although players in Giant City dressed in all sorts of ways, their outfits usually highlighted their specialties. For example, a player carrying modern firearms had undoubtedly chosen to specialize in guns, while someone wearing leather armor and carrying a longsword had chosen the path of melee weapons.
Of course, given the variety, these weren't universal rules.
Mixing and matching was common, too.
Some people also did the opposite to disguise themselves.
However, people like that wouldn't be found in trades such as smithing or craftsmanship.
So, after sweeping his gaze around, Qin Ran frowned.
He didn't suspect J. Perelman of deceiving him.
If this were a deception, the man wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths.
Thus, Qin Ran didn't ask outright. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the other man.
"No, no. I was nearby, so I got here early."
"Let me show you something."
"This is one of the centerpiece items in the Free Alliance's upcoming trade."
J. Perelman waved a hand with