"On one condition."
Noah halted Nikko before he got too excited, raising a single finger in front of the man's face.
"And that is…?"
The leader of the guild's question was left without an answer for a few moments as the drunken man stared at him.
The breath that left the man's maw was unsavory, to say the least; the repugnant aroma of booze emitted from his mouth as the redness of liquid filled his cheeks.
"Clear my tab…and a year of free booze."
"One month."
Nikko quickly countered his offer—little hesitation was had as he heard the number presented.
A year of free booze for Noah is a trap! This man is a bottomless pit of booze! Nikko thought.
"Six."
Gesturing with his bottle of liquor, Noah counteroffered the counteroffer with his rosy, alcohol-tinged cheeks.
"Three and I'll throw in a bottle of Dragon's Moon."
"Deal!"
