City of Light.
The atmosphere in the tavern was the same as before. There was no difference.
The sharpshooter class instructor was the same as usual, he still sat in the corner, drunk and unconscious.
The bartender at the bar counter was still quietly wiping his cup.
Players would still suddenly appear here.
The bartender and Allen were already used to this point. However, the adventurer who appeared today was a little different. To be more precise, the thing he brought was a little special.
The bartender seemed to think that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He could not help but rub and widen his eyes to take a closer look.
This time, he was sure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him.
"Is this... a dragon?"
Hearing this, Mike raised his eyebrows and smiled, "That's right. This is a baby dragon. It's my pet."