"So, what exactly do you want?"
"Nothing, really..."
Porte Yer watched the two people pass by him and shrugged indifferently. He was about to continue up the stairs when he suddenly turned to look at the short man.
He couldn't quite pinpoint the reason, but something about the man seemed off.
He grabbed two glasses of wine and quickly followed.
When Baron Mote returned, he pretended to run into him by chance and handed over a glass of wine, casually asking, "Was that someone new you just met?"
"Selena, a Dutchman," the latter said, taking a sip of wine. "He claims to greatly admire the Crown Prince and wishes for a chance to meet him."
Porte Yer sneered, "How could the Crown Prince simply summon a foreigner?"
"Exactly, and he only wants to offer 150 francs."
"Oh, what a poor miser. Do you know where he's staying?"
"At the inn on Boleche Street. Why, do you want to help him?"
"Oh, of course not. Just casually asking."
