While he was instinctively thinking about ways to make money, someone approached them.
"So the hero who saved our tribe was here."
The one who sat down beside them with exaggerated praise was the chieftain.
"That's too much. I didn't defeat him alone..."
"You can't deny that you played a decisive role. That's not to say we aren't grateful to others as well."
The chieftain smiled and urged them to drink. After the three of them had downed five or six cups of liquor, the chieftain left.
"Senior, I need to go to the bathroom for a moment..."
"Go ahead."
As Aint disappeared, focus returned to Gerhard's previously hazy pupils.
'They're doing something interesting.'
Gerhard hadn't missed the subtle hand gestures exchanged between the chieftain and Aint.
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"Why did you want to see me separately?"
Aint, who had said he was going to the bathroom, entered the chieftain's yurt.
"Naturally because I have something to tell you. Ah, would you like a drink?"
"Yes."
