He rubbed his hair, having worked for a long time, he looked a bit fatigued: "By the way, are you still drinking opium tincture? That harmful addiction liquor?"
"Of course not."
Fiona hooked Arthur's arm: "I have always kept your words in my heart. Given how obedient I am, before talking business with me today, don't you plan to treat me to a meal?"
"Dear lady, your request is quite reasonable, and I should not refuse, but..."
He took out a shriveled wallet from his pocket and glanced at it, then scratched his cheek in distress: "My financial situation is not optimistic. Alexander, Benjamin, and Eld, now there's also Heinrich Heine, my rotten friends are almost all borrowing money from me. The worst part is, the advance payment for the police toys I ordered from Mr. Colt and Mr. Whiston, I had to cover myself."
