"Sorry, this is a tavern. We only sell alcohol."
Menis Tavern's server refused to answer Little Banshee's question. He did not even glance at the portrait shoved under his nose, merely repeating his stiff yet polite words: "If you'd like to order, here's the menu. Your servant must wait outside. Zoogs aren't welcome here."
The tavern fell silent.
The boisterous patrons breathed heavily, excitedly watching the two sides face off. Zheng Qing felt that the slightest spark would be enough to blow the entire tavern apart with its manic, feverish atmosphere.
He could not help sneaking a glance at Menis's owner.
The tavern owner stood with his arms folded, smiling as he watched everything unfold. It seemed that the riot unfolding right before him was beneath notice, and that the tavern had nothing to do with him.
The Zoogs huddled on the chairs and floor trembled, shrinking into even tighter balls.
Little Banshee took a deep breath, and the red glow in her eyes flared brightly.
It seemed that in the next moment, she would open her bloody maw and bite the head off the rude young server in front of her. But the next moment, Zheng Qing realized he had been overthinking things.
"Boss!"
Little Banshee turned around and shouted, "They won't answer my questions! Are they looking down on you?"
Nikita did not answer Little Banshee immediately.
From the moment she entered, her attention had been drawn to the wooden chests on the dining tables. Even when the Zoogs and patrons, Zhuzhu, and the tavern staff clashed, she had kept staring at the chest closest to her, pinching her fingers as she silently calculated something.
Her instincts told her there was something inside the chest, and that it was spying on her. Yet the result of her divination