Chapter62-The First Person to Pick a Fight

Once Owen had an idea, he acted on it immediately.

He happily descended the mountain with White the rabbit in his arms.

The small town had changed significantly. After the incident with the million-strong orc army, more and more people had chosen to settle near the Forbidden Area. The town had quickly developed into a medium-sized city.

Shops that previously only existed in big cities had opened here as well.

Owen wandered around but couldn't find the small animals he was looking for. After turning a few corners, he suddenly noticed that the tavern he had visited before had been renovated.

The newly refurbished tavern looked much cleaner and more spacious.

Curious, Owen walked inside.

The place was still lively.

A familiar song began playing.

Owen smiled as he listened—wasn't this one of the songs he had taught the tavern's bard last time? But it seemed like someone else was singing it now.