Under the watchful eyes of the Traveling Poet, the girl turned and left as usual, her expression still enigmatic, shrouded in an unfathomable melancholy.
However, thanks to the girl's friendly tip from before, he felt that this character might be some kind of important intelligence NPC.
"Hey!"
As the Traveling Poet looked up at the upstairs, a voice full of arrogance suddenly came from in front of him.
The girl held her chin high with a look of disdain in her eyes, lightly lifted her skirt, and addressed him, "I'm speaking to you. What are you looking at? Lowly commoners just have no sense of propriety!"
Veronica's voice was sharp and aggressive, pressing hard!
Others looked over, giving the Traveling Poet pitiful glances while murmuring quietly that she herself seemed to be the very person lacking in noble etiquette.