When Ray, Marina, Vihela, and Bune enter the bar, the eyes of the bar's guests naturally come together.
　This bar, which stands quietly on the back street, is basically a place where everyone is familiar with... that's the sort of bar.
　In some cases, regulars bring in friends of their own, which adds to the number of customers, but the lay people are different.
　They were all newcomers to this bar.
　To be exact, Vihela has only come once, but is there no one who knows it today, or is it just that she doesn't say it?
　...and, as usual, Seto is lying near the bar.
　At any rate, it's no use being involved in a party dress with a wide chest, let alone Ray, who usually wears a dragon robe, and Vihela, who in some ways wears light clothing like a dancer or prostitute, is suitable for a bar.
　It's normal for a small, child Bune to be ignored when he comes into a bar like this.
　But when I saw the laymen who had just entered the bar, there was no fear of entanglement.
　A regular at this bar... I mean, I've been in Gillum for quite a long time, and I know it.
　What kind of person is Vihela or Marina... and who is with them?
　No one cared about Bune's presence, but in a way it couldn't be helped.
　At any rate, these four sit at an empty table without being entangled by anyone.
　Ray and his team came to the informant introduced by the security team, but they still went into the bar, so they thought it would be natural to order something.
　The other guests probably decided that they didn't come to this bar to rampage after seeing them.
　When Ray and his colleagues decide that they will have a hard time if they get involved carelessly, they turn their eyes away and enjoy drinking among themselves.
　...however, I was drinking a little more quietly than usual, perhaps because I had decided that I didn't want to be distracted and noisy by the Ray's attention.

"What do you want?"

　A bar clerk comes to such a table and asks so.
　Rarely enough, it was a male clerk, not a female clerk, as is often the case in bars.
　I don't know if this is a matter of course in this bar or because it's still in the middle of the day...or because they're dealing with the Ray's, but when asked about their order, the Ray's seem to be not particularly concerned about it. 　Marina and Vihela drink wine, Ray drink diluted wine, and Bune drink milk.
　Ordinarily, if you ordered wine or milk diluted with water, you would probably get tangled up again... but of course, you wouldn't have the kind of foresight to entangle here.
　Other than that, in this kind of restaurant, each dish is often seasoned with its own distinctive flavor: boiled internal organs and beans.
　Order the right food and bread, such as skewers, stews, boiled meat...

"I'll bring it to you soon, so please wait a moment."

　The clerk who came to take orders heads to the kitchen, a little surprised.
　It's only natural that ... The food you ordered is not so special in itself.
　It's an ordinary thing in this kind of bar.
　But what surprised the staff was the amount of food they ordered.
　We ordered several times as much as the people who drink and eat normally in this bar.
　Especially, boiled guts and beans tasted different from one restaurant to another, but most of the dishes in the restaurant still fit Ray's tongue, so we ordered enough.
　I ordered too many other dishes, and unfortunately the men who had come near the Ray's table were suspicious of their ears... muttering to them to go to the dining room instead of to the bar.
　Marina then asks the staff when some of the dishes she had made are arranged on the table.

"Do you sell flowers here that bloom on moonlit nights?"

　with a pinch
　Marina's words stopped the clerk from moving and eventually opened his mouth.

"At dawn, we may have some in stock."
"Then... before the moon sets and the sun appears?"
"…No, that's not the case. I can show you to a room where you can speak at once, but what shall I do?"
"Well, yes. Can you show me around when you finish your meal?"
"All right. So, like that. I'm confident in my cooking, so please enjoy it."

　After exchanging a sign taught to her by the security guard and setting up an appointment with the informant after dinner, Marina reaches for the bread on the table.

"Oh?"

　It may be because the bread I touched was softer than I had expected. Marina expresses her surprise at it.
　I could tell from the fact that the bread wasn't warm enough.
　Still, it's true that it's soft to touch... that must have been a surprise to Marina.
　Of course, soft bread is not uncommon in guillem, even if it is not freshly baked.
　But it was probably completely unexpected that such bread was being served in a bar on the back street bar.
　Surprised by Marina's appearance, Ray reaches for the bread, savoring the stewed fangboa.
　And I felt the same surprise as Marina.

"It's a very good bar, regardless of its appearance,"

　Vihela muttered in surprise as she savored the stewed dish of Fangboa.
　Even if it's called a stewed dish, it doesn't mean that you just boil the meat as it is.
　Various preparations are required, such as seasoning the meat before cooking, baking the surface, using a string to keep its shape intact, or cutting it with a knife to make it easier for it to cook.
　When boiling, various techniques are required, such as the temperature of heat, seasoning, and boiling time.
　In that sense, the stewed fangboa on the table right now did not seem to be the kind of food served in such backstreet bars.
　Additionally, even for the additional skewers that were brought in, the outside is crispy and savory, and the inside is cooked after being adjusted so as not to overcook.
　Of course, it's a little lower than a professional restaurant... a restaurant like Manjotei or Golden Pantei.
　Still, it was definitely a first-class dish served in a bar like this.

(That's why there are so many customers in such a back street.)

　The table was somewhat empty when the leys entered, but now additional guests are sitting at the table and ordering food.
　The additional guests are probably regulars at this bar. There was nothing like the Ray's to attract attention.
　Although they were a little surprised by the unusual atmosphere in the store.
　The surprise is also convincing when you look at Rey's table with a large amount of food on the table.
　Then the time passes when Marina and Vichela have a light drink of alcohol... and when most of the dishes on the table are gone, Ray calls the clerk to pay the bill.
　The price was reasonably high, but it was still reasonable considering the quality of the food.

"Come this way, then," There's someone waiting for you."

　After nodding, Ray and his colleagues are led to a private room at the back of the shop.

"Huh?"
"Well... don't forget what we came here for."

　Vichela muttered dumbfoundedly to Bune, who seemed to want to say, "Are you going home?"
　Vichela's appearance reminds her of the reason why she finally came to the bar, and she is led to a private room without further complaints.
　The private room Ray and his colleagues headed for was not that large.
　Rather than a room where a person with money rents a bar and has a party... it's a private room for a secret conversation with someone.
　In fact, what they do here is not a banquet, but an act of buying information from an informant, so it was not wrong at all.

"Are you the guests? What do you want to know?"

　Sitting in a chair in the private room, a man drinking ale looks at the Ray and asks.
　The man who led the Rays into this room is out of the room and not in this room.
　This also means being wary of anyone approaching the room, and at the same time preventing the informant from listening to what he said to them.
　Many people lost their lives when they heard information they shouldn't have heard.
　It's probably a self‐defense measure to prevent it from happening.

"I want information about a person named Pressure in the Spiel Trading Company."
"…I see. Is it a hot topic of conversation these days?"
"Is it a topic?"

　Ray replies to the informant's words.
　If Spiel's business is so much talked about, it's no surprise that Ray will hear it.
　This was not that Ray was collecting information, but that he could hear what people were talking about when he was purely buying and selling.
　Of course, it's just information in the form of gossip and gossip, so it's not certain that it's there.However, in terms of freshness, it is very fresh information.

"Oh, though it's a topic of conversation for people in the underworld. Spiel's business is quite aggressive. Do you know that?"
"I'm listening,"
"Well, I'm talking to the people behind the scenes at that's when I do that. If that's all, as most businesses do, Spiel uses a lot of money to communicate with the underworld."
"Is that normal?"

　It was the first time Ray had heard that most businesses were doing such a thing.
　But there's nothing wrong with this.
　People in the underworld can have a lot to do with the business as well.
　Naturally, if people in the underworld were to appear openly, the guards wouldn't be silent, but... that's rarely the case.

"I wouldn't say that it's normal, but it's not unusual. Anyway, Spiel's business is quite famous in Gilm's underworld."
"I see. Well, I know about the Speel business. And what about the Precious?"
"I'm afraid I don't have any information about him,"

　That reminds Ray that even though the informant in front of him is a security officer's informant, he is not that good.

(Now that you mention it, that's right.) ...but I could still get enough useful information.)

　It was surprising to Ray that not only Spiel's businesses, but also those that communicate with the underworld, are not so uncommon.
　However, as long as security is not as good as in modern Japan, it is only natural for them to think that they need to protect themselves.
　There are also knights and guards, but the number of them is limited.
　Also, in spring and late autumn, more people gather in Gilm, and the commotion becomes so big that some places are out of reach of the guards and knights.
　People in the underworld are very helpful at times like that.

"Then would it be possible for you to gather information about the Precious?"
"...that Ray's request for information has something to do with the incident that he plunged into the aristocracy?"

　Ray isn't surprised, though the informant tells him so.
　In the first place, the information was known to the men behind the scenes.
　In fact, if such a person knew it, but the informant didn't know it, he wouldn't be able to trust the man in front of him as an informant.

"Oh, I think it's got to do with it…" It's certainly his work as circumstantial evidence, but there's no proper evidence."
"Well, I see," ...to be honest, it seems difficult, but I'll just look into it. But of course the information fee will be reasonable."

　Being a security informant doesn't mean he's officially employed by the security.
　I had to work properly as an informant to earn my income.
　In this case, however, Ray is not hard up for money.
　On the contrary, it seemed almost certain that Spiel would pay some as a token of apology and reconciliation after the matter was settled, and that even if I paid some money to the informant in front of me, I would hardly feel any pain in my pocket.

"All right. I'll pay that price."
"The asking price? Is that okay?"

　When it comes to asking prices, it's not impossible to price a few gold coins...let alone white or light.
　But Ray nods back to such an informant that there is no problem.

"I'm an informant of the security forces, and even if I say a little, I don't think I'm going to say anything without any questions or answers."

　That's what they say, if you're going to talk to the security forces.
　The informant raised his hands in silence at Ray's words.