"Give me a Zarha, and a Leraghi for him."
At the Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar, Sifa tapped the wooden counter with his fingers and took out 1 soli. "Keep the change."
Before long, two different drinks were placed on the counter. Sifa picked up his glass and took a small sip.
Zarha was a locally produced malt beer. Its flavor was fairly light, but it had a decent taste and was cheap as well.
Beside Sifa, Danitz, with his hat pulled low, held his glass without drinking. He warily watched his surroundings as if guarding against something.
"Do you have a mission in Bayam?" Sifa gave him a curious look.
Danitz gritted his teeth. "No, I'm on vacation."
Sifa glanced at him. "Your vacation must not have been pleasant. Have you been staying in Bayam the whole time?"
Danitz gulped down several mouthfuls of Leraghi. "More or less."
Sifa casually asked, "Then do you know Gehrman? Gehrman Sparrow."
Danitz suddenly began coughing, as if he had recalled an unpleasant memory. He rudely shot back, "Why are you asking about him?"
Sifa spread his hands. "Just curious."
"No, I don't know him. I don't know any Gehrman." Danitz abruptly downed another large gulp of Leraghi, then jumped off his stool. "I'm going to a Beyonder gathering."
Sifa turned around. "Ozil is already dead."
"So what? There will always be someone else to replace him," Danitz said indifferently.
Sifa nodded. "That's true. But if you want to obtain the Conspirer potion formula through the gathering, I advise you not to waste your time. At a gathering that does not even have a Notary, even if a formula really appears, would you dare buy it?"
Danitz immediately became somewhat hesitant.
Before he could reply, Sifa said, "Just as I told you last time,