The next day.
At night.
After passing through an even stricter doorman's scrutiny, Aaron entered the basement and saw that there were very few mysterious people seated.
And they were all very vigilant.
'It seems like the Secret Police and investigators have scared them quite a bit...'
Aaron cracked a faint smile at the edge of his mouth, which was hidden under his mask as usual, and took a seat on a chair.
About ten minutes later, the "Sir" holding a candlestick came to the table and sighed at the sparse shadows, "Due to well-known reasons, this gathering will be suspended indefinitely after tonight. I wish you all good luck... I have a large number of potions for sale here, including those for healing, increasing strength, enhancing speed, night vision, and repelling spirits... All at very reasonable prices."
'Has he lost a major client, so he's now free?' thought Aaron, 'Or is he planning to clear out his inventory since there won't be any more gatherings?'
