Second day in this world full of mafia families. It's still a slow day but the mysterious men arrived again. From the looks of it a bit more dignified. Probably because there's a lot of people inside the bar already.
"Kid, come here. Tell the owner we're gonna order 3 more crates okay could you do that?" Said the mysterious suspicious man.
"Sure thing."
I told the Master about the orders and he just told me the same thing as before. Load up the trolley with the 3 crates in the back and give it to them with no questions asked. I hate to see unpaid goods go out of the bar. But since I have to put my trust into Master I have to.
A few hours into the morning rush of small regulars of this world. Which surprising enough there is a lot of them. My master seems to like making drinks for them so eagerly without batting an eye.
"Hey, Master what drinks do they mostly order from you?"
