✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

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A cage of old orcs.

Although the cage was covered with tarpaulin, after spending too much time outside, the little animals still looked wilted, lying limply in the cage, motionless, their ears drooping weakly, and there were several real kittens and puppies in the smaller cage next to them, and a pair of heavy feathered warblers.

Susie stopped.

The pet merchant was rubbing his hands together irritably, pacing back and forth beside the camel.

He was different from these honest farmers, idle traders and adventurers. The countrymen, who had never seen the market, would be swayed by the fancy boasting of the vendors, and squeeze out a little spare money to buy bits and pieces. There's also a blacksmith who can do some simple weapon maintenance for adventurers.

But here, no matter who it is, will not spend dozens of silver coins on a useless pet.

A villager came over to take a look, asked the price, and then shook his head and walked away with his money bag in his hand: "Oh, it's just such a little thing, enough to buy a ewe, and a fool will buy it."

The merchant spat hard at his back: "Fool with no vision."

His guests were on the other side of the wall, and every day he spent outside the city would cost him a penny.

These pets are not like dead animals, and food, clean water and simple cleaning are essential every day. Nobles who are willing to spend money for this are very picky, they don't mind spending a little more, but they care about whether the pet they buy is well-behaved and healthy, and whether the fur is soft and beautiful.

He spun around and looked up to notice Susie standing by looking at the cage.

The girl wore a neat ponytail, dressed in a simple style, with sleeves rolled up to her forearms, and carried a mess of things in her hands: a few rolls of cloth, some fruits, a few small crafts, and a bouquet of dried flowers.

She looked different from the travelers waiting to enter the city, she should be the little daughter of a well-educated middle-class family who had not experienced much of a storm.

The pet merchant was immediately interested, he rubbed his hands, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Come and see, they are all good pets, and the nobles of the Golden Rose District like it the most."

Susie couldn't help but smile: "Sounds like the entire Golden Rose supplier is here?"

Golden Rose's perfume, Golden Rose's jewelry, Golden Rose's pets, it seems that the shops in the Golden Rose District of the vice capital have all been out of stock.

"I'm not like them!" When the pet merchant heard this, he suddenly became excited, his palms trembled, and he shouted, "You-look at these animals, these furs!" It's a rare and high-quality product!

The cat in the cage was startled by him, spun around twice in the cramped cage, and lay down again.

It was really a very beautiful cat, it looked a bit like a combination of a Persian cat and a ragdoll cat, with its long, soft fur almost hanging down to the ground.

Susie: "..."

Susie: Ah, it's a cat.

Live, hairy, fluffy, hot cats.

The cat opened its round, yellow eyes: "Meow."

Susie: "..."

She gave all her will to barely pull her reason back: "No, I already have a cat at home."

Then she looked at the big cage: "What about these?"

The merchant smiled flatteringly, "Ah, you like this." Rest assured, these little things come out of regular farms, the coat color is very pure, and they can understand the words, and the temperament is obedient and does not make trouble, I don't sell messy wild species.