"Boss, we need a room."
Heimu shouted loudly at the inn with a large blade on his shoulder.
Inside the inn, there was a young man dressed in a blue robe, with skin as smooth as jade.
He was leisurely drinking from a pot of wine, letting drops fall from the spout.
When he saw the guests arrive, his face showed neither joy nor sorrow.
"Damn, is this boss deaf?"
"Yeah, didn't you hear me shouting for you?"
"Guests arrive, and you don't even come out to greet them. No wonder business is so bad."
The group of people cursed as they walked into the inn.
One bad-tempered person immediately put his foot on the table, glaring at the shopkeeper.
Heimu frowned slightly, puzzled as to how there could be such an innkeeper. Doesn't he want to make money?
The boss's name was Outside Chrysanthemum.
After finishing a sip of wine, he slowly turned his head.
"We have a strange guest staying here. He rented this entire inn for twenty years."
