Night.
The lights were bright in the Hunter's Bar.
Isabella worked while keeping an eye on William, feeling that he seemed more tired than usual.
Although this colleague occasionally said some weird things to her, he was still kind-hearted.
Seeing this, Isabella cast a concerned glance at him.
William, with his pale face, shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
He was just too tired.
At the same time, he also felt a little sad.
'So Pulmoath is so dangerous that any tavern owner can easily manipulate me...'
'The place I work at turns out to be the underground entrance to the Black Queen Area.'
'What exactly were my previous efforts and painstaking searches for?'
Poor Mr. William Shale was in a state of confusion.
At this time, Mr. Balkin, who had once drugged him, came over with a glass of beer, smiling and saying, "Sorry about what happened earlier, this one is on me."
"I understand, I understand, it's all the boss's order."
