Kostad Messer is obviously not a likable partner. This guy is very rigid in his approach to things. Even by the standards of a veteran, he would probably be classified as a rigid old guard.

After getting the authorization letter signed by Mr. Devon, they immediately left the company. Shireen stopped a taxi on the street and told the driver that they were going to the Swordfish Bar in the port area.

Now the two of them were sitting face to face in the car, but the atmosphere was a bit cold. Costa hadn't said a word since getting in the car.

It would be too embarrassing to remain silent like this, Shireen thought. So she decided to be the one to break the silence: "What do you think the harbor master's commission is?"

Costa glanced at her, then looked away. "I don't know."

Shireen sighed, realizing that open-ended questions were not suitable for breaking the ice. Well, let's switch to leading questions.

"I heard that the Adventurer's Guild has many terms when recruiting adventurers, one of which is that they are required not to interfere with the normal life of the residents of the city. So those adventurers who occupy the rooms of the Swordfish Bar for free for a long time must have a good job.

Reason, right?"

"Yes, you are right."

"Gods," she couldn't help but sigh, "are all evaluators like you? This is our second time working together, and I thought you would be more talkative than last time."

"...I'm sorry, but I'm really not good at dealing with pretty young women."

Shireen was happy and annoyed at the same time. She was happy because he praised her for being young and beautiful, but she was angry because he used the exact same reason last time.

"We are partners, and you must get used to all this as soon as possible." She tapped her fingers on the armrest of the seat impatiently, "If you guessed it correctly, we will continue to cooperate for several days. We can't always let it go.

Shall I discuss the problem with myself? Of course, you are a cold evaluator from appearance to words and deeds... So in order to set off this, do I have to play the role of a 'chatter'?"

Costa opened his eyes wide and looked at her in surprise. Only then did Shirin realize that she had just said a lot of things that were not in line with her status as a lady.

"I'm sorry." She said with a blush.

"Are you under a lot of pressure lately?" he asked, "Are you in any trouble?"

Shireen sighed. I was broke, kidnapped by a group of gangsters, and found out that there was an elf in this gang who shouldn't have appeared in Fire Seal City, and her compatriots were being slaughtered by witch hunters. I broke it with high heels

The head of a city guard was invited by a witch to be a guest in her fantasy world, and ended up inexplicably becoming the translator of the Protector of the Country. Now I must find a way to clean up the mess left by others, so as not to be betrayed by the moody wizard

Fired!

"No, I didn't sleep well last night." She adjusted her sitting position.

Costa raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

Shireen looked out the window awkwardly. The carriage had entered the port area and was driving along the riverside road to the dock. The Swordfish Bar was nearby, and its target customers were sailors and dock workers who had just received their salaries. In their

Everyone will be served to their satisfaction before they empty out their wallets of Fra and Sinti.

"I'm not used to working with others." Costa suddenly said, "Before I was discharged from the army, I was a lone scout."

Shireen turned her head curiously, "Are you really a retired soldier?"

"The company I served in fought against the orcs on the southern border of the kingdom. In the third week of my eight years of service, I was shot through the right leg by a cold arrow while scouting a valley. After withdrawing from the front line, they gave me a medal.

And a severance pay, because a scout who cannot ride a horse is of no use to the army." He said and patted his injured leg gently with his cane.

"What happened next?" Shirin couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Devon was your superior before he retired? Did he recommend you to work in this company?"

He frowned and said, "That's not the case at all. I only met him after I came to the company. You should read less cliché novels about veterans. They are full of ridiculous misunderstandings."

"I have no choice but to read novels. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to work with a retired scout." Shireen rolled her eyes as she said, "And if the scout happens to be bad at dealing with young women, then the misunderstanding will be hilarious.

There will be more.”

Costa smiled, this time it looked more natural. "I know why Mr. Devin likes you."

Shireen looked at him warily.

"Most of the time you are very ladylike and of course very boring. But occasionally you say something very interesting that surprises everyone."

She blushed with embarrassment, "When you say 'very interesting words', you mean 'very inappropriate words'."

"Okay, now you're back to being that boring lady." Costa shrugged, "I think we should talk about something serious. Have you been to the Swordfish Bar before?"

She shook her head, secretly grateful that he changed the subject.

"That place can generally be regarded as a decent place for people to go. At least as far as I know, there are no gamblers or prostitutes hanging around the bar, and the store will only add water to the wine when the customers are drunk and unconscious. That's it.

There are not many good places in the port area, so it is reasonable for them to be targeted by adventurers." He paused, "So how do you plan to convince them to move out? Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet." She said frankly, "At least we have to talk to their captain first."

"You were right when you were in Mr. Devon's office just now. There must be a reason why they didn't go to the campfire area to enjoy the various convenient services specially provided for adventurers. So I don't think things will be easy. In fact,

Most adventurers think they are superior to others."

Shirin habitually curled her hair with her fingers, "Of course I know this, adventurers never listen well to civilians."

"Unless you can provide a considerable commission fee, which is certainly more than the commission fee of the Harbor Master."

"In other words, it's probably impossible." Shireen sighed, "Okay, but I have to try."

Costa was indeed not exaggerating in his introduction to the Swordfish Bar. The exterior walls of the building were very clean, and the window glass of the second-floor guest room shone in the sunlight. These were obviously the results of regular cleaning. When they stepped off the carriage, they almost

A uniformed employee was cleaning the space in front of the bar, chatting and laughing.

Shireen glanced at Costa, and then walked into the bar first. There were not many customers in the lobby on the first floor, because today was a working day, and it was not yet time to drink. She looked around, looking for a steward.

As a result, a man with slicked back hair appeared next to her like a ghost.

"Welcome, miss. Are you two here to dine?"

Shireen was at a loss when he asked, "Uh, I thought this was a bar?"

"Of course, you are welcome at the Swordfish Bar." He bowed.

"...But why is there a waiter in the bar to welcome guests?"

"Indeed not," he showed a professional smile, "If I had hired a waiter, I think I would remember it."

"He's the boss," Costa explained.

Shireen opened her eyes involuntarily, "I'm sorry, I thought you were a waiter."

"There's nothing to apologize for. So do you want something to eat? Or something to drink? Although it's not dinner time yet, I can ask the chef to start work in advance."

Shireen showed him the authorization letter signed by Mr. Devon, "Don't bother. In fact, we are the, uh, advance prevention specialists of Avon Insurance Company. Today I want to talk to you about the bar's magic disaster insurance.

.”

To her surprise, the bar owner didn't show any embarrassment. In fact, his expression looked the same as before. "Precautions in advance, huh? It seems you are here to ask questions?" He finished reading the authorization letter.

, and returned it to Shirin.

Shirin subconsciously looked around. There were no other guests in the hall, and there was no trace of adventurers.

"I want to know why those adventurers linger in your guest room," she said.

"I don't know about that either." The bar owner shrugged, "But their captain has a power of attorney from the Harbor Master, so I can only meet those people's requests and provide all the guest rooms on the second floor for free."

"And your business losses were compensated by Avon Insurance Company?" Shirin raised her eyebrows.

"As far as I know, this is indeed a magical disaster. At least that's what my insurance agent said."

She looked at Costa and received an encouraging look. "Of course Mr. Percy Oren's business ability is beyond reproach, but the fifteen kroner compensation for six consecutive months is a bit too exaggerated. The insurance company's responsibility is only

In response to accidents, if certain accidents change from occasional events to permanent events, I am afraid policyholders should take proactive measures."

The bar owner raised his eyebrows, "...you want me to drive them away?"

"I want to talk to their captain."

"Now?"

"If it's convenient." Shirin nodded.

"Well, they should be in the first room on the second floor. But I must remind you that it is not easy to reason with those adventurers. They seem to regard themselves as a privileged class above the world.

if you know what I mean……"
Chapter completed!