The next day was fast approaching noon.
When Liszt returned to the Black Sail Inn, the dark elf bartender's eyelid twitched.
"Don't die here, okay?"
The bartender was confused.
Because Liszt had utterly disappointed Dreya with another two rounds, his lips were now completely colorless.
He sighed in relief, grateful that he had become a pirate with a physique so robust it could explode, reflecting that if he were still studying at school, he might not have made it back here alive today.
"Thank you very much. After all, I'm the owner of this inn. Could you not say something auspicious to your boss?"
But Liszt still held it together and walked up to the bar to sit down, not daring to drink strong liquor yet, opting for a beer to rejuvenate.
"Ah? I always thought Swan was the manager of this inn."
The bartender was speechless.
Liszt nearly spat out his drink.
"You've been working here for over a year, right?"
Liszt gave in, couldn't she tell who the boss was?
