The feast on the other side just ended last night, but the carnival of the mercenaries who came to worship has not come to an end yet. The market was crowded with people, and many mercenaries and merchants, after seeing enough of the excitement, took out all kinds of strange things.
Objects are being traded for money or bartered in an attempt to get a good harvest at the end of this carnival.
"Look at the short armor in my hand made from the skin of a mountain beast. Although it is not as valuable as the one at the auction, it is still a rare treasure. Not to mention that ordinary swords cannot hurt even the most fiery swords.
The flames and the hardest ice cannot leave a trace on it!" A shirtless man showed it to everyone with a pair of leather armor in his hand.
"This is made from the skin of a wild dog. You see, the hair on it is not even shaved off. You have the nerve to compare it with the leather armor at the auction. You must have lost your mind and gone crazy."
someone in the crowd shouted.
"That's right, you still have the nerve to open your mouth and sell five gold coins for such a piece of rags. I think you are crazy because of poverty." Someone shouted.
"Hey, don't say that!" A voice of displeasure emerged from the crowd, "Maybe he is really in a hurry to spend money so he can buy two pieces of jewelry to please those sweet ladies in the brothel!"
There was a burst of wanton laughter in the crowd, and the man selling leather armor blushed, and with his leather armor under his arm, he walked out of the crowd and looked at a secluded place. A big white man with red hair in the crowd said to his companions:
"Baylor, I don't think we should waste time here. They are all damn liars. There are some good things for sale. Why don't we find a tavern and have a drink? It's a hundred times better than wandering around here."
The man named Bailer glanced at the long market and felt that what his partner said was reasonable. The two of them found a nice-looking tavern and sat down, and ordered the waiter to bring a large plate of meat and a large pot.
Ale, a gust of wind swept away the clouds.
"Aren't these Kerry and Byler from the Gale Mercenary Group? I saw you two from afar!"
A burst of hearty laughter came, and a dozen men were sitting on a large round table not far away, drinking and guessing. They were all dressed in familiar leather armor, breeches and high boots. One of the tallest men looked like this group of people.
The leader of the big man walked towards the two of them with a big smile, his pitted face filled with a warm smile, and he obviously knew the two of them very well.
"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be Captain Capernon of the Junjun Corps. Yesterday I mentioned you to Bayler and asked why such an important worship event would be without a guy like you who loves to join in the fun!" Gary
He stood up, held Gapernon's hands warmly, and cursed with a smile.
Gapernon was very happy to meet an old friend. He invited the two of them to his table to have a drink and have fun with everyone. He enthusiastically introduced the soldiers in his regiment to them. The two of them readily agreed. They were both involved in the mercenary world.
These straightforward men had no barriers to each other. They told each other about their thrilling journey across the continent while drinking. Soon they were blushing and drinking together, calling themselves brothers.
Byler took off his clothes and showed everyone a wound on his chest close to his heart. He had just finished describing a thrilling mission process, and proudly poured a large glass of ale into his mouth amidst the applause of everyone. Just as he was about to sit down, suddenly
His face changed and his throat rattled. Byler danced his hands and held his throat tightly. He fell to the ground and rolled back and forth in pain. He hit the table legs and the cups on the table fell to the ground and shattered.
, wine and meat juice splashed everywhere, Byler suddenly struggled hard, his eyes bulged outward, and he fell straight to the ground dead.
Gary's eyes were burning. He let go of his companion's body and stood up suddenly. He drew the broad sword from his back and pointed it at the tip of Gapernon's nose. He shouted sternly: "Did you give the poison? We have no enmity with you. Why did we do it so cruelly?"
hand!"
After the sudden change, Gapernon's face was filled with panic. He waved his hands and explained: "It's not us, it's not us. What the hell is going on?" When the mercenaries around Gabernon saw the captain's adventure, they drew out their sharp blades to protect them.
Living in Capernaum, he yelled and cursed, seeing that a bloody conflict was inevitable. Gary was obviously stimulated by the sudden murder of his companions and lost his mind. He wanted to avenge his companions and swung his broad sword mercilessly.
Capernaum's head.
A nimble mercenary next to Gapernon swung his sword to block Gary's stab. Just as he was about to pounce, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if there were a swarm of bugs crawling rapidly through his throat and towards his mouth.
There was a burning pain wherever he went. Under the severe pain, the mercenary threw away the broad sword in his hand with a clang, grabbed his throat with both hands, lay down on the ground and rolled around, with the person who had just died.
Byler was exactly the same. A moment later, the mercenary bit off his tongue, his mouth was bleeding, his eyes were protruding, and he still refused to rest in peace.
Gary was stunned by the scene that happened in front of him, and forgot to continue attacking Gapernon. The broad sword in his hand dropped weakly, and looked at Gapernon with doubtful eyes. Just as the two were confused, the man behind Gabernon
One after another, some of the mercenaries showed symptoms of poisoning. They clasped their throats with their hands and rolled them together. Gary also felt a burning pain in his abdomen, and he followed suit.
Capernon was horrified and quickly vomited at his throat, trying to vomit out the meat and wine he had just eaten. The other mercenaries followed suit and vomited non-stop, leaving the tavern in a mess.
"Humph, are you thinking of saving your life now? It's too late!" A mocking voice came, and Gapernon saw that it was the waiter in the tavern who was leaning against the wall and looking at him and the others coldly. The doors and windows of the tavern were unknown.
When it was closed tightly, the outside could not see what was going on inside.
"You, who are you, and what are you going to do?" Gapernon roared, and at the same time he felt like a fire in his abdomen. He knew that the poison was taking effect. Under the severe pain, Gapernon's figure suddenly swelled, and fighting energy burst out from his whole body.
Suppressing the poison, he picked up a broad sword on the ground and struck the waiter.
The waiter sneered, his eyes flashed, and he moved slightly, turning into an afterimage and stopping behind Gapernon. The dagger he held in his hand had blood drops dripping from the sword. Gapernon opened his eyes wide,
A thin blood line appeared between his neck, and the blood line gradually expanded, and smelly blood spurted out from the wound. Gapernon fell to the sky, and even to his death he did not understand why he was silenced.
The waiter glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground and frowned: "It's so dirty again. The poison the old guy brought is becoming more and more unreliable."
The waiter whistled softly, and a dozen men in black immediately emerged from the kitchen and carried the body neatly to the backyard. At the same time, they arranged the cups and plates and brought water to scrub the blood on the bluestone and in the cracks in the floor. After a while, the tavern opened
After recovering as before, the waiter opened the door, bent down and stood respectfully at the door to greet the mercenaries coming and going: "Excellent ale, freshly killed fat, fellow mercenaries, come in and have a rest when you are tired!"
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The backyard of a hotel in west Delma City.
This is the largest and most luxurious hotel in Xicheng. You can roughly guess its scale and popularity just by looking at the name of the hotel - Tianxia Hotel.
Hotels all over the world charge a lot of money. An ordinary room costs one silver coin per night. The highest-end VIP suite even sold for a sky-high price of five silver coins per night during these popular days when people from all over the world came together. But I am used to luxury.
Nobles from all over the world are still flocking to it, and some wealthy mercenary groups don't care about the money. They have occupied this hotel with hundreds of rooms so that there are no vacancies. The hotel owner can't help but smile when he sees the wealth.
Mouth, every night he knelt down and worshiped the golden statue of Ronto Guy from afar, hoping that this event would continue for a while longer.
The high payment is rewarded with a comfortable environment and attentive service. Tianxia Hotel prepares delicious food and wine from all over the Green Sea Continent for guests staying in, all of which are free to enjoy. In the huge backyard of the hotel, there will be a celebration every day when the lights are on.
In a small auction, the goods sold at the auction are naturally not as precious as those from the Bian'an Chamber of Commerce, but they can make men flock to them and spend huge sums of money.
As soon as the dinner was over, the owner of the hotel couldn't wait to order the waiters to deliver exquisite gold-gilded invitations to every room in the hotel. The invitations contained the highlight of tonight's auction - a pair of gold medals from the southern swamps.
Twin indigenous fox girls, it is said that fox girls are naturally beautiful and charming, with petite and hot bodies, agile bodies, cunning and lewd personalities, and their lower bodies are narrow and wrinkled. The most desirable thing is that according to legend, fox girls have
The long-extinct bloodline of the ancient elves are naturally good at communicating with nature. No one knows how the fox girls give birth to and raise offspring. They only know that they are divided into small tribes and live together. There are no men at all in the tribes, all of them are women.
, the vixen is cunning and suspicious. She never lives in one place for too long. She is constantly migrating in the southern swamp area that is full of poisonous miasma and human-swallowing mud pits. It is difficult to catch, let alone a pair of twins. Therefore, once there is a person on the mainland,
When a fox girl appears, she will eventually fall into the hands of the royal court and nobles. It is a rare sight for ordinary people in their lifetime. How can men not be itchy when they suddenly meet such a top-notch lady? They can't bear to endure it. Before the auction begins, they have already sneaked into the backyard.
I looked at the stage with eyes wide open and wished I could see it right away.
The owner of Tianxia Hotel, a short, fat and kind-hearted old man, stood on the temporary wooden platform and looked with satisfaction at the people who came out of their empty nests and crowded into the backyard. A flattering smile appeared on his face and he kept bowing to everyone in the audience.
Behind the hotel owner is a huge and heavy piece of cloth, blocking the back half of the wooden platform. There are already people in the crowd who can't restrain themselves and are shouting dissatisfied, asking the hotel owner to hurry up and start tonight's auction.
, all the men present had one thought in their minds: Even if they can’t buy this pair of top-quality products in the end, it’s still a good idea to take a look.
The owner of the hotel raised his head and looked at the sky. He saw that the last ray of the sunset had disappeared behind the high wall. The lamps in the courtyard were burning one after another. With a wave of his hand, the owner of the hotel winked at the strong men holding thick ropes on both sides of the wooden platform.
, the two strong men let go together, and the huge curtain fell with a crash.