Alan and Bart had just finished discussing.
It wasn't too late, but the sky was already completely dark.
A sharp curse suddenly came from the small tavern, but the one who was cursing was a green-skinned dwarf with pointy ears.
"Stupid pig Bart, come out."
In this world, people with this appearance were called goblins. They were inventors in this world. They were shrewd and creative. Although they were short, their speed wasn't slow.
Alan was stunned. The appearance of this guy had caused a visual impact on him to a certain extent.
Wayne was looking around excitedly, wanting to see who hated that short man as much as he did.
Abraham's gaze was still locked on Lolita. The two magical beasts were working separately.
"Bang..."
Bart smashed his wine glass heavily on the bar table. When he looked back, he saw that familiar green skin. If it wasn't the goblin, Shaman, who else could it be.
