Chen Feng found an inn; the environment was good, but the food was somewhat disturbing. [Timid Demon Leg Stewed with Moss], [Braised Worms], [Barbecued Pig Slop Rice]—out of these, the latter was the only normal dish, but when it was served, it was topped with a layer of fresh blood plasma, completely destroying Chen Feng's appetite.
Xiong Da and Xiong Er were still indulged in the charm, half of their souls still lingering in the memory of the Enchanting Demon's alluring figure. After waving them off to rest as well, Chen Feng sat on the bed, lost in thought.
"Something's not right!"
Sitting on the bed, Chen Feng frowned deeply, murmuring, "As a greedy race, they suddenly accepted a two-thirds cut in payment without protest. This is the biggest loophole!"
The gray dwarves are a greedy race.
One could say they love money more than themselves, these despicable beings.
