"I'm not from the same department as you, so no need for formalities."
The expressionless Ian raised his hand, stopping the captain from speaking further, "Continue with your mission."
"Reporting to the superior, the mission has been completed."
The Iron Folk captain, with his silver-grey hair, showed a rather stiff smile. He respectfully took out a blank report and a pen from his bosom and handed them to Ian, "How many should I say are good?"
"Not a single one. This is a very law-abiding town."
Ian glanced at the report, then drew a '0' before handing it back to the captain, "Take this. You did well."
As he spoke, it was unclear when, but a shimmering green alchemical potion had been mixed in with the returned paper and pen.
"This is..."
Captain Fasha's eyes widened. He instinctively sensed danger and expense from the potion and carefully cradled it in his hands.
