Just then.
A tall man with cross-eyes, clad in a white shirt, descended from the second floor.
"Boss..."
"Boss has arrived..."
"Let the Boss decide..."
The man in the white shirt descended from the second floor, sat down at a table in the middle of the inn's main hall, and casually asked, "Why the noise...?"
A crowd of underlings immediately surrounded him, pouring tea, massaging shoulders, rubbing feet, all serving him diligently.
The second-in-command then took a seat across from him and said, "Boss, we just spotted a beam of gold light coming from the north. There's undoubtedly a treasure hidden within that light, but it fell into the western forest..."
"Should we go or not...?"
"Go!"
"Of course, we're going if there's a treasure!"
The cross-eyed man in white immediately gave his approval.
"But we heard that there are ghosts in that western forest..."
"Who cares if there are ghosts..."
