"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."
At this moment, the Shopkeeper no longer cared about the pain in his hand, preserving his life was more important. Enduring the severe pain, he struggled to stand up from the chair and turned around to pick up a bunch of keys from the wall, then staggered upstairs.
The dwarf was so ferocious that he had already alarmed everyone in the inn, but they dared not come out, only hiding in their rooms and listening intently.
With his life threatened, the Shopkeeper no longer dared to be negligent and directly led the dwarf to a luxuriously furnished main room.
"Guest, please see if this meets your satisfaction."
Clutching his wound with one hand, the Shopkeeper asked the dwarf, not daring to neglect him, his face filled with pain.
"Bring me another table of good food and drink, and be quick. If not, I'll demolish your inn and kill your entire family."
"Yes."
