章 337: Marshland Dragon, the Stir Caused by Mr. Zhao, and Elven Etiquette

After they had tidied themselves up, although they still appeared a bit messy, at least they were more presentable now.

"Uncle Luo, may I ask who this, um... distinguished guest is?" One of the older players asked cautiously.

"This is Lord Zhao, and tonight, all expenses at the Cat Tail Tavern are on him."

All expenses are on him?

Both players' expressions changed abruptly.

As frequent patrons of the tavern, they knew that reserving the entire establishment would cost at least five thousand gold coins or more, and if you added drinks and food, it would easily reach a five-digit sum.

A five-digit gold coin expenditure was enough for an average player to live lavishly for a long time.

As players, their mindset shifted quickly, and they soon realized the reason why Luo Yang had called them over, and they respectfully inquired, their faces changing.