At dusk, the withheld monthly coins were delivered to Kino on time, giving him a new understanding of Huck's private money.

Whether the number of monthly coins is accurate or not, Kino has calculated it using the weighing method, and there is basically no deviation. Huck must not dare to play tricks.

The total weight of the mixed moon coins exceeds 15 tons and contains dozens of giant sacks, which cannot be accommodated in his carriage.

Kino could only hire a caravan to transport heavy goods in Twilight City. He loaded these sacks onto the carriage, mixed them with the 1,800 silver moons he had brought, and ordered his followers to guard them.

Then, he packed 100 heavy silver moons in a small bag, locked the carriages one by one, and walked towards the slums.

Different from the clean and tidy main city, the slums stand out in a messy area. The ground is filled with filthy mud and the excrement left by livestock passing by carriages.

Flies are frequent visitors here. Occasionally, you will see fat mice running across the roadside. They are caught skillfully by the ragged shopkeepers. After being thrown to death, they are thrown into a bamboo basket and sent to the kitchen to be made into pies, which are then cooked with beef.

Put it up for sale in name.

For the mysophobic Kino, this place was simply hell. He avoided those dirty roads and took a long detour before finding an underground tavern.

The so-called underground tavern is a tavern that does not have legal qualifications, but the operator has a strong backing from the underground forces, and the officials also acquiesce in its existence.

Compared with regular taverns, the order of underground taverns is very chaotic, and there is also a common rule: you can fight, and it doesn't matter if someone is killed, but no matter what happens, you can only solve it privately, and you are not allowed to go out to complain to the security soldiers.

Therefore, ordinary civilians will not come to the underground tavern. The guests here are either bloodthirsty gladiators who no one dares to mess with, or dealers in various contraband, or some who have murder cases on their bodies and want to find a safe haven to rest.

criminals, killers, mercenaries, etc.

The tavern at dusk is always so lively, with rough roars and calls for drinks everywhere, and wine foam flying in the air after clinking glasses. Slave traders can also be seen selling newly captured young men.

Although these slaves are shackles and miserable, there are many talented warriors among them, and some of them may even be future arena champions.

In addition to wine and meat, of course there is no shortage of things between men and women. Looking around, you can always see men flirting with tavern maids.

Some people are tricked into taking away their wallets by sweet words, and get drunk after drinking glasses of wine, but only touch their little hands.

There are also some who are experienced in love. After the ambiguity is over, they get straight to the point, discuss the price, and then go to the corner and start to stage hormone-rising scenes.

There is no shortage of bloodshed in underground taverns. The cause may be a fight over a woman, accidentally bumping into the other person, or two people looking at each other and one of them saying: "What are you looking at?"

Whatever the reason, right now, there are two drunk men fighting in the middle of the pub.

One of them was as tall as an ox, with explosive muscles all over his body and countless battle scars on his body.

The other one was two heads shorter than him, with a lean build, and his thighs were not as thick as his arms.

The former is undoubtedly a gladiator. Not only does he have battle scars on his body, but he also has the iron brand mark of the local family - this mark can only be possessed by regular gladiators who have passed the trial, and it is also a certificate for entering the arena.

"Come on! Man, if he's a man, kill him!" Amidst the cheers of the drinkers, the gladiator pounced on him and gave him a fierce sweeping kick. His calloused feet scraped a cloud of dust on the floor.

The seal broke through the lean man's lower body in an instant.

Before the lean man could get up, the gladiator used his absolute strength to knock him down and beat him severely.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!..." This kind of close-range beating was a real punch to the flesh. He also had the unique ferocity of a gladiator in his attacks, specifically hitting the facial features and soft ribs.

Due to the great strength, his fists also have a tearing quality, and one punch can cause the skin to crack and blood to drip.

It didn't take long before his fists were covered in the lean man's blood and minced flesh.

The gladiator rained down punches until the lean man fell unconscious. Then he kicked him away and raised his arms to show off his strong muscles to the audience: "Roar!"

The audience also raised their glasses and cheered.

As a reward for winning the battle, the gladiator also received free wine from the tavern owner.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Kino looked towards the direction of the fight and snapped his fingers: "Hey, man, are you interested in helping me?"

"He~tui! Go ahead and fuck you!" The gladiator looked down on petite boys like Kino and spat directly on the ground.

Kino shrugged and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm not talking to you."

As he finished speaking, the gladiator suddenly felt someone behind him. He glanced back subconsciously and saw a face covered in blood and smiling ferociously.

"Crack--" With the sound of broken bones and torn flesh, the lean man took advantage of the gladiator's relaxation and roughly broke his neck, allowing him to see his own back for the first time in his life.

The gladiator froze for a few seconds and collapsed to the ground. His face was bruised and his tongue was black. The capillaries in his eyeballs also burst completely under the pressure, and dense blood spots appeared. After a moment of trembling, there was no movement.

After a brief moment of silence, booing broke out again, and everyone pointed at the corpse on the ground and kept making fun of him.

"I'll give you a suggestion. You don't need to use so much force next time. Just break the first atlas. This is more labor-saving and efficient." Chino shook the money bag in his hand and asked with a smile, "So, are you interested?

Do you want to help me with the work?"

The lean man wiped the blood from his face, walked up to Kino, and asked coldly: "What kind of job?"

Kino took out 4 silver moons and placed them neatly on the table: "Be my dog ​​for half a month, and I will renew if you need more time. I will give you 10 silver moons in total. These 4 are

Deposit."

The lean man glanced at the bulging money bag, his eyes full of greed: "Twenty coins."

Kino took out another silver moon and put it on the table, and said calmly: "11 pieces, if you bargain again, you will end up like that gladiator."

The lean man subconsciously looked at Kino. He was a bloodthirsty mercenary. He had been doing dirty work since he could handle weapons. He dealt with human lives all day long. Not only was he in danger, but he was also more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.

The boy in front of him looked harmless, but when he looked at those amber eyes, he felt an instinctive sense of crisis in his heart. Anxious bioelectricity was running around the nerve endings, giving rise to goosebumps all over his body.

He didn't know the reason at first, but later he realized it - it was this man's smile.

It was a meaningless smile that did not represent happiness or any emotion. It was carved on the face, just like the mask a clown wears when performing. You have no idea how dangerous a face is behind the mask.

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After weighing it for a moment, the lean man accepted the money and said in a deep voice: "Then let's take 11 coins."

Chino: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

The lean man stretched out his hand. Kino glanced at the blood on his hand, shook his head and said, "There's no need to shake hands. My name is Kino Van Helsing, what's your name?"

"Lugo, I have never met my father, and I don't know my last name." Lugo looked at Kino up and down and asked doubtfully, "Kino Van Helsing...are you the civil administrator of Shilling Town?"

"Oh? Is my name so recognizable?"

"Haha, they all say that the Civil Affairs Officer of Xilin Town is a little loser. He eats and waits for death every day and has no ability at all. Now it seems to me that there is something wrong with those people's brains, or you are a fake."

Kino's smile became deeper: "Which one do you think it is?"

The sense of danger came again. Lugo rubbed his skin and turned his eyes to the side: "Dogs don't need to know so much. You feed me meat and I'll bite people for you. It's that simple."
Chapter completed!