Bi Bi took five copper coins from her pocket and tossed them onto the table. She lifted the beer mug and drained it, then said to the bartender in a slightly soft, syrupy voice, "Hurry up~~"
"Alright." The bartender perked up and began speaking. "Five days ago, I saw a great many people. First thing in the morning, there was a mercenary group. They..."
This time, the bartender spoke for over twenty minutes before finally finishing, his mouth dry and parched. He secretly poured himself half a cup of beer with a small wooden cup and took a light sip, confirming that the beer's taste had not changed at all. Frowning, he drank to quench his thirst as he asked Bi Bi, "Miss, do you still want to keep listening?"
Bi Bi remained silent, giving no response at all.
Puzzled, the bartender turned to look at Bi Bi. At some point, she had already slumped over the counter, her head resting on her arms as she slept. Her cheeks were so red they looked ready to drip, faint snores came from her tiny nose, and drool slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth. She slept incredibly soundly.
The bartender froze at the sight. He opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then set down his cup and extended a finger. Carefully, he poked Bi Bi, trying to wake her. "Miss? Miss?"
That one poke proved disastrous. With a crash, Bi Bi slid off the counter and hit the floor heavily.
Bang!
Hearing the dull thud and imagining Bi Bi's face making contact with the floor, the bartender could not help but look somewhat pained. Just as he was wondering whether to step out from behind the counter and help her up, Bi Bi actually rose to her feet on