The tavern keeper shouted, reflexively stepping forward.
The heroes fixed him with a cold stare and he immediately stepped back.
This place looked even more luxurious than the City Lord's manor in Pruell City, which intensified the awe in the tavern keeper's heart.
Even a fool could tell that Fang Hao was not the ordinary rich second generation they had imagined.
Fang Hao sat on the bone throne, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He had invited the tavern's proprietress to assist him, but she had refused each time.
Entrusting the tavern keeper to seek help now seemed out of character for her.
"What happened? Talk me through it in detail." Fang Hao asked.
He was quite familiar with the proprietress who had previously provided him with a lot of intelligence.
While Fang Hao would help wherever possible, what he would help with depended on the circumstances.