Unlike Leon, who was looking around, Wei Yin walked to the bar with ease without wasting too much time.
The bartender at the Hound Bar is not like the waiter at the Sword District Cafe. He wears a human-like messenger uniform. He only wears an apron outside his casual clothes. There are still water stains on the apron. Leon is very suspicious of this place.
level of hygiene.
"Is there anything you need?" The bartender wiped the wooden wine glass with a rag that also didn't look very clean. In this kind of occasion, wooden and iron tableware are much more practical, and you don't have to worry about glass and ceramic products.
Easily broken.
"Peninsula ice tea." Wayne replied casually.
"Please, sir, do you think this is a shield area?" The bartender said with a hint of admiration, and a hint of sarcasm could be seen in his smile, "I'm sorry, we servants only have the most ordinary things here..."
"Then let's have a glass of milk."
Leon: "..."
Order milk at the bar, it's really yours.
The bartender was also a little speechless, but he actually took out a carton of milk from under the bar and poured a glass for Wein.
"What do you want?" The bartender looked at Leon.
"I, uh, want a glass of milk, too." Liang, who didn't like alcoholic drinks very much, found that he and Wein had become the same thing.
Bartender: "..."
Are these two really not here to cause trouble?
Wayne took a sip of milk and said, "Where is Henderson?"
"Are you looking for our boss?" The bartender's tone became slightly nervous, "I'm sorry, our boss is very busy recently. Many people want to find him but they don't have time..."
"Tell Henderson that Vin Noyes is here for a visit and he will meet with me." Vine took out a 1 gold pound coin like a magic trick.
The bartender's eyes suddenly widened, he quickly put the gold pound into his pocket, and lowered his voice: "I will help you convey it, but it is up to the boss to decide whether he will see you or not."
Wayne waved his hand, and the bartender immediately retreated backstage.
"What a generous move." Liang sat next to Wein and picked up his glass of milk.
"I'm not short of money." Wayne shrugged.
Leon: "...Rich people speak differently."
After taking a sip of milk, Liang looked around the bar and said, "It doesn't feel like this is some kind of intelligence trading center, a middleman's territory or something like that. It's just an ordinary small bar."
"Really? Or did you just not see it?" Wein raised his chin in one direction, "Did you see the people at the tables over there?"
"how?"
"They are all mercenaries, the kind who use people's money to do things for others."
"Hmm, how did you tell?"
"Why don't you guess what the long, hard thing is in their bag?"
"Well……"
"And the old man over there..." Wein changed directions, "He is Caspars's famous intelligence dealer, and he is also Henderson's business partner for many years."
"You can't tell it simply by looking at it..." Liang touched his nose. Without Wein's guidance, he would not have known that such a small bar could actually be crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
After a few minutes, the bartender hurried back: "You two, please go to the last box on the second floor. The boss is waiting for you there."
"Let's go." Wei Yin picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. If he hadn't known that the liquid inside was milk, he would have been a bit heroic.
When we got to the second floor, we could see at a glance that there were private rooms in the long corridor, and at the door of the "last private room" the bartender said stood a tall man with a burly build and dark complexion. He should be a bodyguard or something like that.
.
Leon lowered his voice: "That skin color...islander?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Walking up to the bodyguard, the bodyguard looked at them a few times, turned sideways, and opened the door: "Please come in."
There is a high-end solid wood table in the room that looks valuable. Sitting across the table is a middle-aged man with his hair slicked back and wearing a white formal suit. There are several glittering gold on the hands clasped in front of him.
Rings inlaid with various colored gemstones. As he opened his mouth and smiled, Leon even saw several large gold teeth in his mouth.
...This is probably the most well-dressed person Liang has ever seen in this world.
Next to the middle-aged man, stood a man with the same dark complexion as the security guard at the door. He could tell at a glance that he was an islander's servant. He looked a little older, probably around fifty or sixty years old, but his hair was meticulously combed and he was dressed in black formal clothes.
He is also very decent, and should be a butler-type character.
Henderson seems to like to use the word Islander very much? Leon noticed that there were several waiters on the first floor who were also Islanders.
"Both of you, please take a seat." Henderson said with a smile.
Wayne didn't show any politeness and walked directly to the seat opposite Henderson and sat down, followed by Leon.
As soon as the two of them took their seats, the butler beside Henderson placed two glasses filled with brown liquid in front of them.
"Mr. Noyes, I heard that you wanted to order a glass of 'Peninsula Iced Tea', but the bartender didn't mix one for you, which is really disrespectful." Henderson said with a smile, "Look, these two cups have just been mixed."
"Peninsula Iced Tea', consider it my apology to you."
Wayne glanced at the "Peninsula Iced Tea" and said: "Since you are serious about it, I will accept it. But... there is no need to use your tricks in front of me, right, Henderson?".