But they could only say such things in whispers. The moment those people shot them a glare, they did not dare utter another word. Some could only lower their heads and drink.
After all, while such words could serve as after-dinner gossip, they could just as easily become gossip before death.
"Why has the Straw Hat Family come to join in this excitement too?" Celia looked coldly at the eight people across from her. "Or are you really here for me?"
The eight people opposite her looked at Celia. Though fear did not show on their faces, they were not far from it.
The moment the eight of them entered the inn and saw Celia curled up in the corner, wary looks had already appeared on their faces.
Among the eight was a forty-year-old man who seemed to be their leader. He drank the wine brought over by the innkeeper's wife, who had long since lost her composure, and said in a low voice, "Hmph. Everyone wants good things, but even if you get the Ghost Spider, are you confident you can compete with us for Skywolf?"
"Ah..." Celia suddenly stretched lazily. "You people really are boring. I already told you, I only want to compete with others for fun. I do not want that thing at all."
She slowly rose to her feet. "You brought so many people at once. If you want me to compete with you, that is really bullying."
Suddenly, the inn door opened, and everyone's eyes widened. It was still summer, and this was the south.
Even in winter, it might not snow here. Yet it really was snowing now. Specks of white snow drifted down from the sky, and at a glance, the entire earth was blanketed in white...
The forest outside exuded a