Tonight, the Old Ape Tavern is packed with enthusiastic patrons, leaving hardly a spare seat to be found.
Even Pig Dali has no place to sit, so he stands in a corner, arms crossed, quietly observing the entire scene.
The reason is that, compared to usual days, the tavern is filled with many demon clan soldiers on leave. Though not in armor, each appears unrestrained, yet the innate aura of a regular army remains indelible.
The small monsters who usually look fierce while guarding the place now resemble quails, purely acting as attendants, bustling around without a hint of ferocity.
Don't mention how ruthless they are when wielding knives and fighting over territory.
In terms of ruthlessness and ferocity, where can bandits compare to soldiers?
To avoid trouble, Little Qing has not come to the tavern today.
No matter which deity Yuan Laoxi secretly worships... even evil gods fear regular armies.
