Witch House's private booking fee was far higher than that of many famous restaurants because... its actual trade was a tavern selling mid- to high-priced liquor.
At the tavern, you could splurge on expensive drinks and drink whoever was treating you into poverty!
At the tavern, you could also flirt with the barmaids and hostesses as much as you liked, so long as you weren't afraid of getting beaten up!
At the tavern, you could even spend 180 gold coins and 50 lumber to summon a Pandaren Brewmaster, a Beastmaster, or even... a Dark Ranger!
Unfortunately, the witch's Sky Island had yet to be built into the shape of Turtle Island... Jiang Han hugged her bow, her expression gloomy as she watched the National Team guests enter the tavern, looking exactly like a sulking little girl.
—That was right, she was the Dark Ranger!
Why did witches these days always think ranger outfits were relatively provocative? There were clearly so many soft, sensual outfits from the little bourgeoisie to choose from, yet they insisted on picking ranger gear... Jiang Han sighed and stroked her bow. It was a real bow. She asked Chen Ligu, who stood to her left:
"Are there any special qualities to us cosplaying this?"
Since they had guests to entertain and were short-handed, even Chen Ligu had no choice but to put aside her agency work, rush back, collect a one-day temp wage of 1,000 yuan, and return to her old profession. Jiang Han still remembered the look of disgust on Chen Ligu's face when she had told her about it.
It was as though she were saying, "Your very suggestion is an insult to me!" But the moment she heard it was 1,000 yuan a day, she had agreed with the expression of someone utterly