Thanks to Abel's wit, the group was able to pass through the gate without any inspection. Now, all that remained was to find out the public sentiment of the Marquisate of Yeats. In any case, all rumors were bound to gather in taverns or mercenary guilds.
But since they weren't real mercenaries, they settled down in a shabby bar. Abel was planning to leisurely gather information while drinking.
As expected, people's recent interest was in the collection contingent.
"Not only did they imprison His Majesty the Marquis, they even raided the granary of the estate."
"They say that in the capital, you open your eyes and get your nose cut off. Isn't this really too much?"
"That's right. How much help has our Lord Yeats provided to the Empire?"
"Your Majesty the Emperor is so heartless. Tsk tsk!"
