Chapter 29 Nightlife in Goldshire (Part 1)
"Oh, oh, oh." Looking at his own appearance in the bronze mirror, Raven smiled and spread his palms: "My skills haven't deteriorated yet."
He put on the clothes he used to wear in Meng En City.
The upper body is wearing a tight and neat brown linen shirt, the cuffs are tightened, the collar is slightly open, the lower body is a pair of loose white linen trousers, and the feet are wearing shiny black leather shoes, which looks quite chic and unrestrained.
A layer of ointment is applied to the vestibular hair, and the long hair is tied into a short ponytail. The most delicate thing is to use toner to apply a small shadow on the root of the nose, which makes the originally sharp face much softer.
If they met for the first time, no one would associate him with the Baron.
"The little bees are about to start collecting honey!"
Kicking open the door lightly, Raven quietly slipped out from the back door of the government hall with cheerful steps.
The sun has completely set, and the "Central Street" where the Government Affairs Hall is located has fewer and fewer pedestrians, but the "Tavern Street" has ushered in its busiest time.
Tavern Street is also called "Mercenary Road", but its original name is "Quarry District". It was named because it is close to the Yingzui Mountain Quarry. It was originally a distribution center for quarry miners. .
Later, the Mercenary Guild opened a branch here, and many mercenaries came in and out.
Whether they are mercenaries or miners, they are all rich owners. After a hard day's work, they always want to spend the money.
Pubs of all sizes are booming on this street. There are more than 40 pubs in a short 200-meter-long street!
Now is the time to drink, and the streets are full of drinkers who are not short of money. Most of the people wearing leather armor are mercenaries and adventurers, and those wearing dirty coarse cloth are probably miners.
There are also many people wearing neat linen clothes, who obviously work in various shops in Goldsmith Town.
"It's really lively!" Raven said sincerely as he mingled in the surging crowd.
The flow of people is a source of wealth. In order to compete for customers, taverns also show their special skills.
Some have designs on the signboards, either making them extremely large, with three-meter-high pavements and five-meter-high signs that can be clearly seen from a long distance; or they can embed various wine bottles on the signboards. At a glance, you can tell that there are all kinds of wine in the wine jar; or they have used magic means to make their signboards glow with colored lights in the dark.
Some have their kitchens at the door, with chefs cooking on stone stoves, bacon frying in iron pans, and bread baking in the oven. The aroma of meat and wheat spreads out, which is alluring. Greedy man, the cook who was sweating profusely from the heat raised his head and took another sip of beer. Just looking at it was so satisfying that people couldn't help but walk in and take a few sips.
There are also pubs where waitresses stand at the door wearing coquettish and revealing clothes. The girls will also play cards and dice in their hands. Obviously, there are not only wines, but also a lot of entertainment inside.
In addition, there were many women in cool clothes leaning at the entrance and exit of the alley. The total fabric on their bodies was not enough to make a vest, and they could only barely cover their looming vital parts.
They flirt with every man who passes by. If anyone looks at them, they will puff out their chests and raise their thighs to highlight their "selling points" as much as possible.
"Sir, don't just look at it. For only twenty coppers, you can play with my beautiful breasts~"
"Hey, dear, don't go, as long as For ten coppers, I can make you happy~"
"Hey~ those mercenary brothers, come and take a look, I have several sisters, real sisters~"
Lei Wen has seen this kind of rhetoric to solicit customers a lot. The age gap between these so-called biological sisters may be larger than that of mother and daughter.
In the past, Lei Wen might have jumped in, sprinkled a handful of copper coins, and made the sky dark and dark, but now, this kind of vulgar powder could not get into his eyes.
Come here, let’s drink first!
Choose a pub called "Mare Banner", Raven pushed the door open, and the familiar smell hit his face - the smell of alcohol, the smell of meat, the smell of sweat, and the smell of feet. The smell of alcohol and low-quality powdered fat mixed together is enough to make a person intoxicated.
A variety of sounds came with the smell, including the sounds of fighting while drinking, bragging, quarreling, and the screams of the maid being slapped on the butt and what followed immediately. The sound of a slap.
Like a fish jumping back into the water, Raven walked to the counter with ease and patted two copper plates on it: "A glass of beer!"
Boom!
The heavy oak wine glass fell on the greasy bar, Raven picked it up and drank it in one gulp.
That’s right, it’s the horse urine smell unique to this low-quality beer!
“Ah~so cool!”
On a hot summer day, what’s more comforting than a glass of bubbly beer?
“Two more drinks!” As he said this, Raven slapped four more copper plates on the counter.
The bartender is a young and beautiful girl, in her twenties, with clear features and clear outlines. Her flaxen hair is braided on her head, and she has a certain charm of Sophie Marceau.
The skin is a healthy wheat color, and the well-proportioned body is wearing the most common gray coarse cloth skirt of this era. The waist is tightly tied with a belt, which also squeezes the two balls of bread into a round and full shape. , almost rushing to squeeze into people's eyes.
Sweat soaked into her cheeks and chest, giving it an oily sheen. The ups and downs made it look like it was sucking people's eyes in.
When she bent over and pushed the two wine glasses in front of Raven, the deep ravine jumped into view. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, even the bright buttons on the steering wheel were faintly visible.
Leaven finally understood why this pub with a weird name and an unattractive appearance had such a good business.
In a pub street full of vulgar fans, this woman really stands out.
"Hey, beauty, make a friend?" Raven said with a smile on his face.
With the pleasant trembling of metal, a silver arc passed through the air and fell into the woman's spacious chest. The cold stimulation caused goose skin to rise on her skin, and her originally indifferent eyes immediately burst out. With a fiery enthusiasm: "Petty, you can call me Patty, what about you?"
"Well... you can call me Wen Rui." Raven leaned forward slightly and smelled the strong and alluring hormones emanating from her body: "Can I call you Petini?"
In the Keynesian empire, adding the word "ni" to the end of the name is a nickname for women, usually used by older people to address little girls.
Petty covered her nose with her hands and chuckled: "You look smaller than me."
"But I must be bigger than everyone you have ever seen." Raven lowered his voice. "Maybe you will call me 'Dad' by then!"
"Oh, I have seen a lot of braggarts, and no one can be as natural as you." Petty There was a smile on his face, but his body was still nailed in place.
A silver coin can buy her a smile, but it is far from enough for her to do more.
"Then why don't you try it yourself?" Raven pressed a silver coin into her palm and took the soft hand to reach into his arms.
"Hey, that black-haired boy! What are you doing!?" A rough shout sounded, and Patty jerked his hand back.
When Raven looked back, he saw a muscular middle-aged man sitting not far behind him, glaring at him.
"Haha, old Jones stopped another molestation of her daughter! Is this the first guy this week who wants to take advantage of Patty?"
"It's the third one. No foreigner here should suffer a loss."
"But that kid looks like he's going to succeed soon. This is the first time I've seen someone who can Holding Petty’s hand.”
These people’s discussions have given enough information. In fact, even if they didn’t, Raven would know what was going on.
It's nothing more than using his daughter as a living sign to seduce lustful drinkers, making people think they can succeed, and thus get a huge amount of tips.
Human nature is so mean sometimes. The less you can get it, the more you want to get it, and you are very unwilling to let others get it first.
If it works well, just relying on such a girl will be enough to keep the tavern's business going for more than ten years.
When he was in Men'en City, Raven was also one of the many men who saw that he couldn't eat, but now he doesn't plan to suffer such a loss again: "Are you the owner of this tavern? "
"Of course!" Old Jones showed off his strong deltoid muscles: "Meng A veteran of En City! I have cut off three heads with my own hands, so you'd better be safe."
Raven opened his Eyes of Truth and scanned everyone present, whether they were mercenaries or not. They are still miners, but none of them possess extraordinary powers or even enchanted equipment.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "But I paid two silver coins and six copper coins. The wine in Meng'en City is not that expensive."
"Mon'en City is Mon'en City, and the price of wine in our Goldshire is this." Old Jones opened his mouth, showing his yellow teeth, and smiled wildly: "Drink if you can, and get out if you can't afford it!"
< br>Having run the tavern for many years, Old Jones could tell at a glance that Raven was not a local, so of course he had to kill him.
Petti still had a good impression of this handsome and wealthy man. She didn’t want to see him suffer, so he persuaded him in a low voice: “My father has a very bad temper, you’d better leave quickly!”
Leaven He opened his palms to Petty and said, "Give me back the two silver coins first."
His eyes slid to Petty's chest and he smiled softly: "Or, let me personally return the first silver coin. Take it out.”
Bang!
Old Jones' fist hit the table so hard that the wine glass flew up: "Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will strip you naked and throw you out!"
Leaven He said frivolously: "Then you can give it a try."
Seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, the drinkers immediately started to boo at the excitement.
"Old Jones, have you become soft as you get older? Go up and beat him! If you don't knock out two of his front teeth, how will you open this tavern in the future?"
"That kid named Wen Rui, don't just say it, start it! Dig her out!"
"Hey, I bet ten copper coins, this kid can't last ten seconds in front of old Jones!"
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Old Jones did not get carried away by the booing. Fighting in the tavern was normal, but it would be bad if the tables, chairs and benches were smashed. These were all accumulated by him using Petty's beauty, and there was nothing wrong with it at all. Not willing to waste.
Spurting out the smell of alcohol from his nose, Old Jones showed off his arm muscles: "Boy, let's have a showdown. If you win, I will take two silver coins with you! If you lose, Come on, take off your clothes and get out!”
“Oh, oh, that’s not possible,” Raven said, waving his right index finger.
Old Jones said disdainfully: "If you don't dare, just go home and nurse!"
Leaven smiled and shook his head: "Those two silver coins are mine, why should I bet with you."
As he said that, he looked at Petty's chest: "If I win, I want her to strip naked too."
"Boy, don't go too far!" Old Jones's face As gloomy as a dark cloud. Raven mocked: "Why, don't you have confidence in your tendons?"
"Fart!" Old Jones rubbed his wrist and put his arm on the table with a thump: "Wait a while and go out naked. When you cry, there are not only guys who like women on this street!"
Raven moved his shoulders and stood up, walked openly to sit opposite Old Jones, and put his arms on the table as well.
His physique can be called strong, but compared with old Jones, it is still not good enough, and the thickness of his wrists is twice as thick.
This made the drinkers present have no desire to place bets - the gap between the two was too big, and no one thought Raven could win.
At this time, someone has already started to act as a referee. He walked to the table and waved his arms: "Three, two, one!"
"Start!"
Click, bang, bang!
The dim light on the greasy tabletop was shaken away, one arm was pressed tightly on it, and the wine glass jumped up and fell to the ground.
A clean victory.
The tavern was silent.
Because it was not Raven who was pushed down on the table, but old Jones!
His arm was red and bright, like a huge sausage. The mercenaries present knew that this was because his muscles were severely strained, causing congestion and edema!
"Old Jones... lost so completely!?"
Most of the drinkers present were locals and knew the strength of Old Jones very well.
Although he is over fifty years old, he has barbarian blood and his physique is as strong as any Nord boy. Even now, he can carry an eight-headed man without blushing or panting. A ten kilogram pig and a thirty kilogram wine barrel were like light balloons in his hands.
In the twenty years since the Mare Banner was opened, the only time Old Jones lost was five years ago, when he faced a knight from Xuefeng. After that, his wife stopped showing up and stood beside him. The one behind the counter became Patty.
"Is this guy a... transcendent?"
Listening to the discussion, Raven moved his wrists and smiled with satisfaction.
The strength gain brought by absorbing the magic core far exceeded his expectation. It was an all-round strengthening of bones, fascia, nerves and muscles. Even if it is not as good as the first-order knight, the gap is still small. Not too much.
This only uses two magic cores.
Old Jones yelled: "He is not extraordinary, I underestimated the enemy! Pompey, I will hire you now and drive him away. I will give each of you five silver coins!"
Pointed The mercenary who received his name did not act immediately. Raven's performance was really amazing. He would not take risks just for this little money.
"Greedy vampire, okay, you win, ten silver coins! Plus unlimited beer for a week!" Old Jones quoted a price that made his heart bleed.
In the corner, a group of four mercenaries stood up from their seats, picked up their weapons, and walked up with ill intentions.
These four people were all wearing leather armor, with long swords or scimitars hanging on their waists. They seemed to be moving around at will, but they had completely blocked all of Raven's escape routes.
This looks like an experienced old mercenary.
"Hey, boy." Pompeo was a middle-aged man with fleshy balls at the corners of his eyes. He looked at Raven with evil eyes and weighed the sharp steel sword in his hand: "Just like the ancient sword of the empire. As the proverb goes, a wise man knows when to retreat."
"You don't look like a fool, then you should know, for a woman, in a small room with four mercenaries. Fighting in the bar is not a wise choice."
Raven leaned on the bar and smiled softly: "Then have you heard of another saying? A smart man will not stand when he is about to collapse. "
Pompeo's eyes were slightly gloomy: "Friend, since you understand, why don't you leave now? This is good for you and us."
"Because it's not me who is in danger, but you." Raven sighed, grabbed a wine bottle on the bar, and poured himself a glass.
Pompeo smiled arrogantly: "It seems you still don't understand who you are facing. I, Pompeo, am the captain of the E+ level team of the Mercenary Guild. I once led a team to kill first-order monsters."< br>
"Even if you are really a first-level transcendent, what can you do to us if you are unarmed? You don't have Warcraft. Fur and minions."
Leaven raised his head and drank a glass of wine: "So?"
"Pompeo, if you don't do it, I won't give you the money!" Old Jones said at this time! Someone had already helped him up, and he was sitting on a chair with a cold sweat on his head: "Beat him out, anything as long as he doesn't die!"
A trace of helplessness flashed across Pompeo's face. Mercenaries also have to use their brains. He didn't want everything to be solved through violence, but ten silver coins per person was a considerable income.
"Since Your Excellency refuses to give in, I'm sorry."
With a clang, the sword in his hand was unsheathed! The other three mercenaries also showed their respective weapons.
“Guys, give it to me...stop!”
Pompeo originally wanted to say “give it to me”, but the second half of the sentence was distorted and looked like he was acting. An embarrassing farce.
A dark hand crossbow appeared in Raven's hand at some point, and it was already aimed at Pompeo's eyebrows.
With a distance of only three meters, there is no possibility of missing, let alone dodge.
Looking at the enchanted crossbow that shone with dark green light, a little cold sweat flowed from Pompeo's temples. He raised the corner of his mouth and said in disbelief: "Space equipment!?"
< br>One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
“Space equipment, what is that?”
"It's just a thing that can hold a lot of things. It looks like a satchel, but it can hold a fat pig inside!"
"Wow, then, isn't this thing worth several gold coins?"< br>
"Then you can only buy a few carts of sacks, and the worst space equipment costs more than a thousand gold coins!"
Pompeo regretted it so much at this moment, just for ten silver coins, he did it Why do you want to wade into such muddy waters? How can he afford to offend a man who carries space equipment with him?
“Friend, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! Please let me go this time, and let’s go our separate ways!”
Raven shook his head and smiled: "If I don't have space equipment, will you let me go?"
"But it's not impossible to compromise. You guys, take off his clothes for me!"
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Pompeo's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and walked towards Petty.
Leaven put the crossbow on his forehead, dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say let us take off her clothes?" Pompeo asked.
"It's Old Jones, not Patty, are you deaf?" Raven scolded with a smile: "How bad of a gangster do you have to be to think of letting a girl strip naked in public?"
Pompeo was speechless. Okay, didn't you have to take off other people's clothes before?
But the situation is stronger than the person, so just take it off. It’s not yours anyway.
"Wait, what are you going to do, no, stop, stop -" Old Jones yelled like a girl who was violated, but he was already injured, how could there be four such The opponent of the wolf-like mercenary?
When the last rag was torn, the entire tavern fell into an eerie silence.
"Pfft..."
I don't know who laughed first, and then the whole tavern was filled with laughter.
"Lord of Light, what is that? An earthworm? I didn't expect that such a big person... would actually grow such a small thing."
"I have no idea. Right? How can earthworms be so? Short, if you ask me, this thing should be called a pacifier. "
"Ha! You still have more knowledge, but 'Papaci' Old Jones does sound much better than 'Iron Arm' Old Jones. .”
For a moment, Zuo's "pacifier" sound echoed throughout the tavern.
Old Jones's face turned from white to red, from red to purple, from purple to black, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.
Raven smiled, turned his head and opened his hand to Petty: "Bring it here."
"Ah...ah?" Petty was completely frightened by everything that happened before. Stayed.
“You don’t really want me to take it myself, do you?” Raven blinked maliciously.
"No, no..." Only then did Petty understand what Raven meant, and quickly took out two silver coins and handed them to Raven's palm.
"Find a way to find a good job for yourself. You will never get married if you keep following such an unreliable father!" Raven put the two silver coins back into his pocket, turned around and left the tavern.
Through his talk, Raven didn't really want to do anything to Petty, because he knew too much about the lives of the lower class citizens in this world.
As long as he succeeds today, Petty will transform from the living sign of the tavern into a snack that everyone can taste.
In less than two months, she will become one of the women on the street. All of this is not based on her own will. This fucking world is full of malice towards everyone.
Raven wasn't a jerk enough to ruin a girl's life just for the pleasure of it, and he had better options.
Wine and beauty have always been inseparable. In addition to street girls, Tavern Street also has more high-end romantic places, such as the Pink Mansion.
On the sign polished by the fragments of magic crystal, there is a foot wearing high heels. Under the heel, there is a pair of underwear that is so soft that it is somewhat deformed.
There was a hint of expectation on Lei Wen's face. He had never spent much money in such a high-end club.
I don’t know, what are the ways to play?
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(End of this chapter)