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Demian dropped the document right in the middle of the head of the information guild chaired by himself. He grinned at his men who were relaxing after spending the night at the bars nearby the market. The man who had the stature of an apeaksa and a curved mustache lowered his feet from the table that looked very small compared to his body. 

"What's this, boss?" he asked Demian. 

Demian didn't answer the man's question, instead he squinted and ruffled his waist. "How much did you drink last night, Harke?" 

The man named Harke grinned and from his open mouth came the smell of strong alcohol. It looked like he hadn't rinsed his mouth when he came here. 

Demian waved a hand in front of his own face, trying to ward off the strong scent of the alcohol Harke had drunk. He pushed his back until it arched like a tree in Windsor that had been buffeted by strong winter winds for quite some time.