After leading her tribe and being seriously injured in a duel with the Demon King, Tiffia slept for more than two hundred years. After waking up, she found that all her clan members had died, and she became the last elf on the continent.
In order to regain the Phaos tree, the origin of the elves that was taken away by the Demon King, Tiffia came to a small and desolate city, wanting to recuperate and reassemble the team of brave men who defeated the Demon King, but found that she had no money.
As an elf known throughout the continent for brewing and making medicine, Tiffia decided to open a tavern. Who would have thought that things would never go as planned.
The demon who was seriously injured at her doorstep, fearful of the crowds that shunned her;
The elf worshipers who didn't believe she was an elf formed a group to seek revenge;
The tavern was on the verge of closure.
What to do? She had no choice but to work hard (pretend to be 13), work hard (pretend to be 13), and work harder (pretend to be 13).
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The miserable Lord Demon King smelled the familiar scent that he had been thinking about day and night for more than two hundred years.
He was seriously injured and pulled out his bone wings. With his hands and body covered in blood, he had to crawl in front of her.
No, before that, let him clean himself up first. Because she likes clean and beautiful things.
Purpose: Getting rich depends on your hands
