Chapter 43 The Drunk in the Bar
Under the driving of Befa, Pervecott's carriage quickly entered a street that seemed a bit dirty. Compared with the new city where they were just now, It's obviously a lot more disorderly and dirty here.
But generally speaking, there is a certain order. At least the streets are planned and the roads are cleaned.
But this is limited to the extent that the streets have been planned and the roads have been cleaned.
As for the buildings on both sides of the street, they are basically privately built and look like they have been put together randomly.
As for the street itself, it can only be said that there is no visible garbage. In addition, sewage and old dirt have dyed the stone bricks on both sides of the road black.
So usually, a person with status like Purficott would not easily set foot in a place like this.
Because even the soles of her shoes are cleaner than the clothes on people here.
Fortunately, Purficott didn't particularly care about these people. When she got off the carriage, she just glanced at the drunk who had just been thrown out of the building in front of her with a slightly disgusted look. After covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to avoid smelling the unpleasant smell, he walked into the bar with a charming woman painted on the door.
The other of the two special members of the exploration team that James helped her recruit had an appointment with her in this bar.
If she were a normal noble lady, she would definitely be insensitive to such a place. Even if she was curious, she would never set foot in such a place.
Because in addition to being dirty and messy, there is also a very fatal problem, that is disorder.
This is the junction of the civilian area and the new city. It is home to some slightly wealthy but not so rule-abiding people. Over time, social security has deteriorated, and it has become a cancer in Langton City.
However, due to disorder, some relatively gray industries have flourished.
After all, only such ambiguous areas can breed gray industries.
More advanced new urban areas must adhere to rules and order. The middle class seeks to be in line with the upper class, and the industries they operate tend to be more formal industries such as cafes and shops.
The lower-level civilian areas are even more disordered and chaotic, which is the so-called black industry.
If that silly noble lady really dares to come to a place like this, it must be that the family is powerful enough and has reliable bodyguards around her.
Either... you are kidnapped and squeezed for ransom. If you are lucky, you can escape. If you are not lucky, you will have to go to special service places in this area to find someone.
Of course, there are those who are even more unlucky. They may float up in the moat of Longton in a few days, and they will look like giants without any clothes on.
Noble status is not a golden ticket to avoid death. Every year in Langton City, several aristocratic children who are not so clear-headed die, even some with titles.
For the empire, killing a few ignorant nobles is really not a problem.
There are no rules in the Victoria Empire that say it is an insult to the nobles if civilians kill them.
Some of them are just that once a noble dies in such a gray area due to an accident, the noble council will ask the city defense army and police to clean up all these places, and then kill all the gangs or parties involved. That's all.
But for Purficott, if something really happened to her in a place like this, it would be called a ghost story.
He used the silver cane he had been holding in his hand to push open the door of the bar, which seemed to have been covered in food. A loud and noisy sound came out instantly. Along with it, there was an unpleasant smell mixed with alcohol, vomit, inferior cosmetics, foot odor, body odor and many other smells. Fortunately, Purficott covered her mouth and nose in advance, but it also made her feel Very unpleasant smell.
Accompanied by Befa, she walked into the bar with a frown.
And he secretly decided in his heart that if this Richard O'Connor could not satisfy himself, he would definitely be thrown into the moat to sober up, as punishment for letting himself set foot in such a disgusting place.
However, when Purficott walked into the bar accompanied by Befa, before she could find the person she wanted to see, someone noticed her presence.
Today, Purficott is wearing a dark blue skirt. This is a skirt that she asked a tailor to make for her, similar to a small suit in the original world. It is a relatively simple but dignified daily wear.
To match this outfit, she specially tied her hair up and put on a small hat that needed a hatpin to fix, making her look a bit playful.
If this outfit appeared in an aristocratic or wealthy area, it would be very normal and appropriate.
But appearing in such a mixed place, it seems very out of place.
Even when Purficott walked in, this abruptness attracted the attention of many people.
However, when these guys saw that she was just a little girl, they immediately lost their guard and thought that she was just a noble lady who accidentally entered this place.
Obviously, it is difficult for these alcoholic guys to feel awe when a noble lady appears in such a place. After all, even on weekdays, it is difficult for them to have a good impression of the noble. Or awe.
So just like the plot of all third-rate novels, a burly drunkard dressed as a sailor came forward and wanted to tease Perfectcott: "Hey, little girl, who are you looking for? Should I Is it because your little lover didn’t come home? Hahaha..."
As he said this, the drunkard extended his dirty hands towards Purficott.
However, facing the burly drunkard in front of him, Purficott just turned the cane in his hand, held it upside down like a sword, and then whipped the cane hard. Holding his dirty hand on his forearm.
With a "click" sound, the arm showed an angle that it shouldn't have.
Obviously, his arm was broken.
"Ah! Smelly bitch!" With a scream, the drunkard immediately began to attract friends and howled at Purficott: "I'm going to kill you!"
Seeing that a companion was being "bullied", the other drunkards in the bar who were in the same group as this drunkard didn't care, and they all rushed towards Perfectcott.
Some of them even broke wine bottles and held them in their hands, as if they wanted to use them as weapons.
When other people in the tavern saw this, they looked like they were just watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble. They whistled and cheered while continuing to pour horse urine into their mouths.
"Befa, deal with them." Purficott put down the cane in her hand, and the alchemy doll behind her had already popped out two half-meter-long slender blades from both arms, and along with Purficott Ficott's command was directed at the drunkards in front of him.
(End of this chapter)