After hearing what the Captain of the Guards had to say, the elder of the Mercenary Guild did not act rashly on this matter.
Because he knew there was no way to solve this issue urgently.
He looked at the Captain of the Guards and then ordered himself a bottle of hard liquor.
Under the tavern's dim lights, the orange-yellow flame refracted in the bottle made the liquid inside it look blackish.
What the elder ordered was far more expensive than the cheap drink in the Captain of the Guard's hand.
This difference was evident from the impurities contained in the liquid poured out of the bottle.
The captain, too, could roughly deduce the gravity of the situation from this gesture.
It was clear that his opponent was not a person who would give up easily.
Things were definitely not as they appeared on the surface, and they were not about to be concluded so easily.
