Holy shit!
The instant he saw that figure, Sifa couldn't help swearing inwardly. Then he suppressed the urge to dash straight into the bar. He turned around with feigned nonchalance and casually flipped through the bounty notices on the door before slipping one hand into his trouser pocket and pushing the door open with the other.
But as soon as he entered the bar, Sifa darted to the side of the doorway and pressed himself against the wall.
Only then did he realize how hard his heart was pounding. His palms were already slick with sweat.
No wonder he was nervous. The figure he had just seen was Ince Zangwill-the mastermind behind the incident involving Tingen's Nighthawks team, a participant in the Backlund Smog Incident, and a demigod!
"What is he doing in Damir Port?"
"Has he left Backlund too? Even the Loen Kingdom?"
Sifa steadied himself a little, then discreetly peered outside through the window. He saw Ince Zangwill approaching with a leather suitcase, but fortunately, he wasn't heading toward the bar. At an intersection, the man turned left and vanished from Sifa's sight.
Only then did Sifa breathe a sigh of relief. Just then, a weight settled on his shoulder as Grigor landed there.
The parrot flapped its wings. "I've taken care of everything. Let's go."
"No, wait a little longer."
Sifa looked at Grigor, wondering whether it had sensed Ince Zangwill's approach and how terrifying that man was, which was why it had suddenly stopped him. Everything afterward might have been pure coincidence, and Grigor itself hadn't noticed any of this.
"What are we waiting for? I promise you won't get anything dirty on you along the way, not even a speck. I really have cleaned up. If you don't believe me, you can check my butt."