The dinner was due to begin at seven.
But at four that afternoon, the Walton Family's carriage appeared outside the Radish Inn.
The same neatly dressed attendant had come.
Under the gaze of Old Hank, who had only just sobered up, he went upstairs.
204 was Qin Ran's room number.
The attendant raised his hand and knocked on the door with a measured rhythm.
Knock, knock-knock.
"Lord Colin?"
"I've come to pick you up."
The attendant spoke respectfully.
"All right. Give me a moment."
Qin Ran's voice came through the door. The Walton Family's attendant immediately lowered his hands and stood quietly waiting, his expression free of impatience, his smile calm and pleasant.
The grace and discipline of a great household were on full display.
About three minutes later, Qin Ran opened the door and stepped out.
"Good afternoon, Lord Colin."
The attendant greeted him respectfully.
"Hello."
Qin Ran nodded in response.
In his mind, however, he was still considering the information Holleka had just passed along.
That Inciter had truly exceeded his expectations.
Still, he did not mind "playing along a little."
The Silent Night Secret Society had been laying its plans in Aitandinburg for far too long, and its influence ran too deep. Without throwing things into chaos, he would have no opportunities at all, let alone a chance to find the key to the Broker's plans.
"My lord, shall we leave?"
The attendant asked.
"Of course."
Qin Ran nodded, and the attendant immediately moved ahead to lead the way.
When they reached the first floor, Old Hank waved from behind the bar.
"I won't be closing tonight. Little Hank will be here."
Old Hank spoke with a smile.
There was no denying that Boer's earlier drinking session had brought them closer.
Qin Ran nodded in acknowledgment.
He