One must admit that riding in a carriage is very convenient. The group led by the mayor reached their destination in less than 5 minutes.

The city's main source of income is the dungeon. Due to its low level, it attracts people from nearby cities looking to level up and make some money.

Local merchants, seeing the large number of mercenaries staying in the village, saw a business opportunity and decided to invest their money in creating all sorts of businesses for mercenaries. It is because of them that both the industrial area, responsible for processing materials obtained from the dungeon and supplying mercenaries with weapons and equipment, and the commercial area, are widely developed. Brothels, gambling halls, inns, and bars are particularly prominent in this part of the village.

The reason the mayor wanted to seek the support of a noble is that the town's growth has reached its limit.

Originally, this was a small village with nothing special, isolated from the outside. With the appearance of the dungeon, many development opportunities emerged, but it is inevitable that problems also arose. Poor planning, difficult access to the village, and the small number of inhabitants became factors limiting its growth. Generations later, the development potential of this site has reached its limit.

No matter how hard the mayor tries, there is no way for this place to grow further. That is why he wanted the support of a noble. With the money he would receive, he could create roads that would connect more easily with nearby towns and cities, demolish and modernize infrastructure, and attract more people to live here.

If he manages to convince the inspector, the embarrassing situation where this place lacks its doctor will not happen again. Professionals of all classes will come to the village hoping to advance in the tier, and he, as the initiator, would be rewarded and could regain his family's glory.

Just as the mayor was lost in his fantasies, a very loud voice brought him back to reality.

"Hahaha. This place isn't bad." In front of him, the supposed inspector was with two women on each arm and a jug of alcohol in each hand.

The mayor thought that the first thing this noble did upon entering the establishment was to dismiss the other customers and take over the place, but it wasn't like that.

At first, the mayor was confused, thinking that this noble had a minimum of respect for others, but he soon understood what was happening. Seeing how the rest of the customers looked enviously as all the women attended to him, a smile couldn't help but settle in the noble's eyes, looking at the others disdainfully. As if he were telling them that no matter what they do, they will be different.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of attitude would have already caused a fight, but just by looking out the window, one could see a large number of guards around the establishment, awaiting orders. No one would be so stupid as to start a fight they are willing to lose.

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At his side, a couple of servants catered to their lord. Strangely, despite the behavior he exhibited, none of them showed any signs of discomfort. Maybe they are used to this, but for the mayor, it was exhausting. It should be noted that they had been here for three hours already.

Just as he was thinking of saying something, the young noble set the drink on the table and pulled away from the woman.

"I'm hungry. Hey, do you have anything to eat here?" he asked one of the girls.

"I'm very sorry, young master, but this establishment doesn't sell food. If you wish, we can go to a restaurant to get you something to eat," said one of the beauties with a seductive voice.

"Nah. That's fine. Let's go together. I could use a stretch. Then we can go see other places," he said as he got up from his seat and started heading toward the exit.

"Excuse me," just as he was about to leave the establishment, a voice called out to him. The noble's steps halted, and he looked back. Before him, a man dressed in elegant clothes approached him slowly.

"Who are you?" the noble asked with a cold attitude. The noble who was laughing surrounded by beauties a second ago had disappeared, leaving only a harsh tone and a disdainful gaze.

The man, seeing this, bowed respectfully to greet him. "It's a pleasure. My name is—"

"What do you want?" he interrupted with the same tone, not caring to know his name.

The man, somewhat intimidated, slowly pulled out a paper from his pocket and presented it to the noble.

"Here is the bill for our services," said the man, who was presumably the owner of the establishment, sweating slightly.

As soon as his words left his mouth, the atmosphere froze.

"Is that so?" The noble stepped forward and took the paper from his hand, looking at it for a few seconds. After seeing what was written on it, he threw the paper to the ground. It took a few seconds for the paper to touch the carpet of the establishment, and the noble didn't say another word. All he did was look at the owner with cold, emotionless eyes. It was obvious that he had no intention of paying.

A bad feeling arose in the hearts of those present, and the owner began to tremble a little. It was at that moment that the noble took a step forward.

"Young master," said a voice belonging to his butler, approaching him with flawless posture. The noble's gaze shifted from the owner to his butler.

"I remind you that the master sent you here hoping you wouldn't attract attention. I suggest you don't waste your father's efforts on an insignificant conflict," he said without hesitation, not at all intimidated by his master's actions. Their gazes met for a few moments, but to the people around them, it felt like an eternity.

Finally, the noble looked away from his butler and back to the owner of the establishment.

"I'm very sorry. I don't currently have much money. Would it be possible for you to come see me later? I'm sure by then you will have gathered what I owe you," said the noble with a smile, dissipating the atmosphere.

"Of course," said the man, still trembling from what had just happened.

"Great. Let's go eat," replied the noble as he continued his exit.

As the others left the building behind him, the mayor endured the headache that all this was causing him. It hasn't been a few hours since the inspector arrived, and almost an incident occurred. The only thing this inspector has inspected is the number of girls in this place. Forget about improving the town, the mayor will be grateful if this day ends without incidents.

Seeing the table where the noble was, full of unfinished drinks, the mayor couldn't help but sigh.

Let's hope nothing happens during his visit.