✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

35

Susie was calm.

Susie stopped talking.

Susie: I knew I wouldn't spend points to open a mobile vendor.

Susie: Wait, if you don't open a mobile vendor, you don't need to pay this point, huh?

...... Wow, so is this a gain or a loss?

Anyway, I can't afford it for the time being.

She no-ced out of the shop interface and calmly checked the points needed to temporarily house the group of critters in the guest room.

[Open your room and temporarily contain the people who have nowhere to return.]

Price: 50 points/kg/h

Tips: Keep an eye on your points balance and build your home as soon as possible. 】

Susie: Clam ???

Wake up, is this price serious?

Forget about the hourly room, whose accommodation is calculated by weight?

Besides, if I had that point to open the guest room, would I still not be able to build a house?

Susie glanced back at the group of small animals that were crowded together, pinched her fingers, and had to admit that this spicy chicken system was at least very sincere: it was really high, not deceiving.

She calmly closed the page, she was almost out of temper, forget the horn, the dog is the dog horn, can it still be changed.

Alas, poverty.

It's all Bach's fault.

Finally, the critters crowded into the hall of the tavern.

Because it was night, the little ones weren't aware of the special surroundings yet. The temperature was always a little cold outside the tavern, and they sat next to the fireplace, keeping each other warm with their furs.

The fox maid sat on a chair and wiped their fur one by one with a hot towel.

Face, back, ears.

The little animals were covered by a warm wet towel and whined comfortably, and after being put back on the ground, they quickly shook their bodies, shook off the residual moisture, and nestled on the carpet one by one, stretching their limbs sleepily, looking very relaxed.

Susie:...... Eh, I really want to rub my hair!

Aro was alert.

The skeletal cat has grown up now, and its skeleton is more slender and powerful. She crouched on the bar, looking at this, then at that, and the soul fire flashed in her skull. Then she jumped up, landed on the table with agility, straightened up, stretched out her paws to hold Susie's wrist, rubbed her head against it, and said coquettishly: "Meow-"

Susie hurriedly picked up the kitten, touched the head and mandible, and Arrow turned over in her arms, her tail gently wrapped around her arm, revealing her snow-white ribs, and said in a coquettish voice: "Mi woo..."

The skeletal cat's spine had sharp bone spurs, but Elo lay in her arms, not puncturing at all, just a little rough.

Susie: The little kitten that grows up is also a clingy little girl!

The critter was attracted by the interaction.

The typical undead appearance of the skeletal cat made these little ones somewhat intimidating, but the love between the cat and its owner made them feel familiar and friendly.

Arrow, who thought she was pampered exclusively, was beaming proudly, nestled in Susie's arms, revealing her head, her soul flickering, her tail wagging gently, and she said to her imaginary opponent, "Meow!