"These damn demon hunters, don't they know to wipe off the rainwater outside? They just have to come into the tavern and wet the sofa that's hard to clean."
Seeing this scene, the bartender immediately grumbled in a low voice.
But he dared not say much.
After all, these demon hunters, entering the "Grey Night period" rainy season these past few days, had made his tavern earn a full pot and overflowing bowl.
In the past during the rainy season.
Their River Valley town tavern used to be virtually empty, hoping to earn a Copper Nee was difficult.
These visitors from a different domain, although a bit troublesome to serve.
But they were generous with their tips, and the young bartender had raked in a good amount during this time.
These seven or eight foreign demon hunters.
Sat down near the large fireplace.
Tuck could see clearly that this group of demon hunters had hunted two—Shepherds.
And they were Level 30 something "Shepherds".
