The two men were obviously Feysac natives. Wearing thick coats against the cold, they whispered to each other and carried bottles of liquor in their hands, looking like ordinary passersby one could find anywhere in Gran Town.
But Sifa noticed that neither of their bottle stoppers had been opened, and the liquid inside was full to the brim. Clearly, they had not taken a single drink.
Combined with the way they kept glancing at the little shop across the street, "Red Moon," he could basically conclude that the two men belonged to some organization—or were simply official Feysac personnel.
They were keeping watch here.
Could it be because of that Abraham?
Sifa tightened his coat and walked past the two watchers like an ordinary passerby, disappearing around the corner.
A short while later, he returned to the alley in the guise of an elderly gentleman and pushed open the door of "Red Moon."
The silver bell on the door immediately rang crisply, making the gentleman behind the counter, who had been doing the accounts, look up. The man, whose hair had not been particularly groomed, gave Sifa an indifferent glance and said,
"Need something, sir?"
Sifa chuckled and replied in a somewhat hoarse, deep voice, "Do you sell powdered nightwatch grass from the Star Highlands?"
The man behind the counter's gaze shifted slightly before he nodded. "Yes. How much do you need?"
"I'll take 100 grams." As Sifa spoke, he heard the doorbell ring behind him. Without looking back, he knew that the two burly Feysac men had entered.
He did not turn around. Through a nearby glass display, he saw the two men looking here and touching there behind him, behaving like customers.
Of course, Sifa knew these two customers would not buy anything. They were here only to