Koloch didn't know why these elves had suddenly gone mad and rushed to the Yar Continent, he only knew that since their arrival, his days had become increasingly difficult.
All the tasks in the tavern were almost snatched up, even those temporary guard tasks were hardly his turn due to increased competitors in number and strength.
Since the strength of these elves was generally higher than that of Second Rank Koloch, even though tasks were often grabbed, he could only swallow his anger and not dare to say a word; he only dared to curse under his breath.
He still had some money right now, but it wouldn't last long. The life of licking blood off the mercenary's knife blade made it difficult to save money. If he couldn't find a financial break soon, he would have to resort to making some illicit money.
At the same time, it wasn't just those damn elves, but also many newly emerged mechanical people and foreigners that were equally annoying.
