"Tell me what you want... Sir!" The bartender, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, addressed Ash. Although he was highly dissatisfied with a young brat like Ash's arrogant behaviour, the other party was a customer. Unless he wanted to shut down his business over something as trivial as reputation or ego โ which clearly wouldn't put food on his or his daughter's table โ he wouldn't dare mess with him. Of course, if he didn't have money, beating the hell out of Ash before throwing him out of the tavern would probably be the cheapest punishment.