"Yo, Your Highness. You're still as handsome as ever," Jorgan greeted with a small chuckle.
Nolan rolled his eyes. "You still look healthy too. I thought you were dead."
Jorgan came to a halt, the corner of his mouth twitching at those harsh words.
"Tsk." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Your tongue is really sharp. That hurts, you know?"
Nolan was too lazy to argue with him.
"Get me a cocktail with apple juice," he ordered.
"As you command."
Jorgan prepared the cocktail with smooth, practiced movements.
The bar where they sat was inside the Phantom Chain headquarters, so there was no one else around besides the two of them.
"Here you go."
Jorgan handed him a cocktail mixed with apple juice.
Nolan took it and sipped it. The combination of alcohol and apple juice created a unique yet refreshing flavor.
After taking a few more sips, he set the glass on the table and looked at Jorgan indifferently.
"Is the investigation over?"
