"I say, is this place really safe? Are we being tricked?" Aya stood in front of the old wooden door, eyeing the building suspiciously. Judging from the interior, it appeared to be a tavern. There wasn't even a decent sign outside the door, and the lighting inside was extremely dim for some reason, making it feel like a ghost could jump out at any moment.

"In conclusion, we've definitely been duped by that redhead. Who knows, a group of people might just come out and attack us in the next second. For safety's sake, let's make a quick getaway, Princess!"

"Come back here!" Tiran furrowed her brows and grabbed Aya, the nervous dragon maid, who was about to run away. "At least act like a proper dragon, would you? Where is your integrity?"

"If we're talking about integrity, Your Highness, then you..." Aya retorted angrily, but wisely swallowed her words when she saw Tiran's threatening gaze.

At first, Aya had refused to accompany Tiran when she asked. What kind of joke was this? Was she really going to waste such beautiful weather by running around outside instead of staying in bed for a morning nap? Has she gone crazy?

But since the first personal maid, Mimi, had injured her leg and couldn't move easily, the task of accompanying the princess naturally fell on Aya.

"Boss, a drink please!" Dragging Aya into the tavern, they found the hall empty, without even a trace of a person.

"See, I told you there was nobody..."

"Um, welcome. A drink, right? No problem, please wait a moment and find a seat anywhere." A girl's voice came from somewhere.

Oh my, does her face have to blush that quickly?

Aya looked around once again in confusion, but still couldn't see anyone.

"Eh? Nobody?" Aya's body trembled, feeling a bit scared. Could it really be ghosts or something? In his list of the most detestable things, ghosts would definitely be in the top five.

"Who said there's nobody! We're right here!"

The voice raised its pitch, probably because it was ignored and becoming angry.

Suddenly, Tiran tugged at Aya's maid dress, pointed at the bar in front, and sighed speechlessly.

It was just an ordinary bar, made of cheap wood, with a layer of varnish on the surface. Aya couldn't understand what there was to look at... until he noticed a swaying strand of hair behind the bar.

"One, two, three!"

With a small slogan, a fluffy figure jumped up from behind the bar and grasped the edge of the counter with both hands, struggling to pull herself up.

There were a few more collision sounds behind the bar, probably from kicking the wooden boards while struggling.

Aya and Tiran simultaneously showed indescribable expressions of shock, pity, amusement, or a mix of all three. In short, it was complicated.

In the end, Tiran sighed helplessly, walked over, and reached out to pull the fluffy one, allowing her to climb halfway up the bar.

Just like the voice they heard, the fluffy one was a cute girl of about eleven or twelve... or perhaps it would be more accurate to call her a young girl. Her face still had a childlike innocence, appearing even younger than Ellie in the castle, with a petite figure standing less than four feet tall, like a larger version of a doll.

-The height of the bar was about the same as her height, no wonder they couldn't see her just now.

Her irises were a rare silver-gray, and her waist-length hair was golden, but not as radiant as Giselle's, with a slightly dull color as if it had collected some dust. Since she hadn't been well taken care of, it appeared slightly rough, but the strand of hair swayed about half a meter in length.

"Um, thank you. There used to be a small ladder here, but it broke a few days ago and hasn't been fixed." The girl smiled slightly at the two.

So, so sweet!

While the two were still immersed in this smile, the girl had already half-knelt on the bar and began skillfully mixing drinks.

"Oh, by the way..." Tiran suddenly remembered their purpose for coming here and raised her hand. "Little sister, is the owner of this tavern here? I have something to discuss with him... Moros Swold, if I remember correctly."

"If you have something to discuss, just tell me. I am him," the girl replied, looking up at Tiran and then lowering her head to continue mixing drinks.

"But we're looking for..."

"Mm-hmm, Moros, that's me."

"Oh... uh, uh?!"...

"It was Barifurija who told you, huh? I was wondering how a stranger knew my name," the little girl patted her chest, looking relieved.

However, Melody Dragon and the princess still wore expressions that said, "You're definitely messing with me," and didn't pay attention to what she said.

Wait, wait a minute! Moros Swold, that kind of name sounds like a guy, right? And as the owner of a tavern, shouldn't he be a middle-aged man with a full beard? Shouldn't this underage girl be the owner's daughter or something? I can't handle this contrast!

"Here you go, miss, the drink you ordered. And what would the maid miss on that side like?" After finishing the special cocktail in his hand, the loli bartender poured the liquid into a clean glass and gently pushed it towards Tiran on the counter.

Tiran hesitated for a moment, dragged a high stool from in front of the bar, sat down, and picked up the glass, taking a sip. Her eyebrows slightly raised, "It's sour and sweet... mango and pineapple juice? Isn't it alcohol?"

"Yeah, because the miss here is only seventeen years old. The alcohol I have here is all hard liquor, not really suitable for you," the loli bartender nodded matter-of-factly.

"You know my age?" Tiran was a bit surprised, she didn't remember mentioning her age.

"It's judged from physical details, give or take a year or two. After all, it's a compulsory course for us assassins," the little girl nodded naturally.

This time, Tiran believed her.

Moros, former assassin, member of the assassin organization "White Northern Wind," opened a tavern after leaving the organization, and is also the most experienced and well-informed information merchant in the Hess family territory.

Barifurija had also inquired about some information from her before and got to know her, so she introduced her to Tiran, who could only temporarily stay in the Hess family territory, to see if there could be any gains.

But Tiran was still curious.

"Um, can you tell me how old you are this year?"

The expression on the little girl's face immediately froze, and then she became gloomy, "Twenty-nine."

"What?! Then why..."

"No, don't ask! Ask again and I'll kill you!" The little girl, in a hurry, wanted to pounce, but unfortunately her right foot tripped on the edge of the counter and she ended up lying on the counter, her long bangs helplessly drooping.

"Ouch..." the little girl held her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes.

Aya and Tiran: "..."

You're definitely messing with me. This cute and innocent loli was the former top assassin of the Northern Wind? This organization is really deceptive!

Now even Tiran had a thought of "Ah, I must have been fooled by Barifurija."

But since she was already here, let's ask first.

"Moros... is it?" Tiran asked, her expression still unnatural. Oh no, she was calling this name, but in front of her was a loli speaking, creating a strong sense of disconnection, driving her crazy.

"Yeah, if you're not used to calling that name, you can call me Xiao Mo."

"Xiao Mo? Let me ask bluntly, were you the one who stabbed your own father with a sword?"

"...Ah, huh?" The loli was stunned for a moment, and couldn't react.

"Ah, it's nothing, forget it." Aya walked over and interrupted, "This little miss of mine often does this, get used to it. Instead of that, is it true that you can inquire about a lot of things in the city here?"

"Well, is that why Barifurija brought you here? I may indeed know a thing or two about what your sister wants to know, but well..." The little girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately climbed up from the counter.

"Your sister... Aya had a dark line on her forehead, but now was not the time to pay attention to that. Let's finish the important matter first.

"You have to pay, right?" Aya nodded and took out a small, thin white card and placed it in front of Xiao Mo, "It's a cash withdrawal card from the National Bank, there are ten thousand gold coins inside, should be enough to pay for three pieces of black information."

"Sure, each piece of black information costs two thousand gold, so three pieces is more than enough."

"Wait a minute! There's ten thousand gold in the card?!" Tiran suddenly jumped up, like a little cat, showing her fangs and claws in an attempt to reach for the card. Unfortunately, Xiao Mo's hand was faster and she directly took it back, "Why did Barifurija tell me there were only six thousand! I thought there wouldn't be any extra money!"

It's because I'm worried about you spending money carelessly! Aya already had a clear understanding of the spending ability of this princess. On the night of the beacon, she took the time to visit a certain notebook artist who claimed to be an artist and bought something called a "figurine."

[Note: The translation above is a draft to give you a general idea of the content. Please refine and enhance it according to your own expertise.]And then, the Babylonian ancient gold coin was gone.

Damn, converted into the widely circulated Miraniya gold coin, this money is enough for an average family to live in the capital for a month!

So it makes sense that Mimi repeatedly told him not to hand over the card with the coin to Princess.

As for whether he will suffer retaliation from Princess...

Aya swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced sneakily at the Princess Sa beside him who was staring at him hatefully from the corner of his eye. There was no emotion in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh.

Is there even a need to ask? The answer is definitely uncertain!

Upon careful consideration, although the contract spell is on Tiran, Mimi, as the personal maid, controls almost everything in the daily life of Princess. So, it is Mimi > Princess > himself. The problem is, no matter which one he offends, there won't be a good outcome...

So, how should he make a choice?

This is a question that will lead to death.

So why do I have to make a choice between option A and option B, both of which are dead ends!

Aya flipped over the small coffee table in his heart.