The Tower Master thought to himself.
But he did not voice these thoughts aloud, only replying respectfully, "So I presume you've come here with a matter to discuss."
"What do you think we're here for?" Annan asked with interest. "And what's your name?"
"My name is Emil. Emil Hart, known among the Zipper Gang as 'Old Daddy Hart.' In addition to managing the gambling den, I'm also responsible for education and taking care of newcomers."
Tower Master "Old Daddy Hart" made no attempt to hide his information and laid it out clearly.
After all, it wasn't a secret. If one wanted to know, it wouldn't cost more than half a silver coin to find out. It was better for him to divulge it himself and show his sincerity.
But what he didn't expect was that the little white-haired man, upon hearing this, directed his querying gaze towards another person—this made his heart tighten.
Could they be here to cause trouble for him?
