Logan, who was about to pay, froze, and his actions stopped as well.
"A thousand Spirit Stones, boy, isn't your inn a bit too greedy? For such a little Spirit Wine and these few dishes, you have the nerve to demand such a price. Do you really take us for clueless out-of-towners, thinking we've never tasted such wine or eaten such dishes?"
Even in the best taverns outside, the most you would pay is a hundred Spirit Stones at most.
But to think that this inn would demand a thousand Spirit Stones right off the bat.
That's no small sum; ordinary people can't just come up with that kind of money.
"Ha, dear guest, you must be joking. Since you are a connoisseur of wines, you must know that our wines are made from Spirit Plants, not just any ordinary mundane wine..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Logan's sneering.
"Are you not clear about how many Spirit Plants are in this?"
