This is a short story, about 10,000 words in total, updated every day at 6 p.m.
In this vast martial world, everyone who comes and goes is a guest. I want to record their joys and sorrows, their partings and reunions.
"Will you be dining or staying the night, sir?"
"Hey! Slow down! You knocked all my food over!"
"Pay up! This isn't a place where you can eat and run!"
My name is Shop Assistant. I'm an NPC, the kind who only talks to people who speak to me first.
As a shop assistant, I know plenty of the martial world’s secrets and have seen my share of fights and killings. Sometimes, I even feel like a recluse.
Theme: I hope everyone can live well.
Is it possible that the princess was rescued?
I really like this kind of daily NPC life.
Sun An: What does the matter of the Demon Cult have to do with my courtesan?