The pretty maid girl didn't see it, but Hamlet came to the door.
As the de facto ruler of Frankfurt, Downton didn't care about any transgressions and moved directly into the palace. Compared with the simple house in the border town, this place was much more luxurious. The velvet-covered
The big bed makes him sleep until he doesn't want to get up every day.
During this period, Harley came to Downton several times, but he pushed him away. There was nothing he could do about it. Harley was a bad guy with extremely moralistic tendencies, but that didn't mean he was a fool. He had already wiped out his entire family.
He occupied the palace and supported him as a puppet. No matter how you justify it, it is pale.
"I have to see Downton today!"
Several times before, after being rejected by the servants, Harley left without saying a word, but this time, he was determined to see Downton, and he even did not hesitate to use force.
Hearing the sound of the goblin servant being knocked over outside, Downton rushed to the window and somersaulted down on the window sill.
boom!
When Downton landed, a group of guards on duty were startled, thinking it was an assassin. They were about to warn him, but when they saw it was an adult, they quickly knelt down.
Shh!
Downton put his index finger to his lips, made a silent gesture, sprinted, hid behind the flowers nearby, and then ran away while scraping against the wall.
"Downton, come back, I have something to tell you!"
Harley stood by the window and shouted, but unfortunately no one responded.
"Looking at his calm expression, he doesn't seem to be causing trouble for you!"
Homer sighed. Downton's character is too kind. Logically speaking, killing Harley is the most correct solution.
"This is the calm before the storm!"
Downton complained, walking all the way. Whether they were guards or servants, whenever they saw him, they all knelt down and saluted, their faces full of respect.
Being able to work in the palace, even if these people have no brains, they can learn from the gossip who is the real ruler. Harley is just a prince under surveillance.
"How does it feel to be above all living beings? Even if you are forcing those maids to do whatever you want, they don't dare to say a word no!"
Cheap God teases.
"Am I that shameless?" Downton rolled his eyes, turned over, and jumped out of the wall. After running for a while, he looked at the busy street, opened his hands, and took a deep breath. This is
The taste of freedom.
"Hey. It sounds like you are in jail!"
Cheap gods despise.
"In the past, in Morning Mist Town, the most dreamed-about thing for my companions was to go to the royal capital and sleep with a beautiful dancer in a tavern." Downton complained, "I didn't succeed last time when I came here, but this time I became the king's hand.
, but I still haven’t even been to the most ordinary pub!”
"Then go!" the cheap god urged, "let's reserve the venue today. Let all the dancers serve you alone!"
"Because it's lively, that's the fun of going to a pub. If you want to book a reservation, I might as well go to the opera house!" Downton couldn't help but shudder at the mention of opera. Recently, he was almost annoyed to death by Madeleine.
This woman was a natural acquaintance, and because of the favor she had shown to Elaine, Downton was very indulgent towards her. So the head sister of the Toffee Opera Troupe not only lived in the palace openly, but also pestered her every day.
I asked him for a script.
Madeleine also had a lot of tricks up her sleeve. She used some means to bewitch Little Walnut, and the little Lolita also clamored to perform in an opera.
Downton was so annoyed that he had a headache, so he quickly wrote a script for her called "This Assassin Is Not Too Cold" based on a story in his dream, and finally got through it.
I haven't seen Hutao recently. It is said that he is practicing his acting skills under Madeleine's guidance.
Toffee is just a third-rate traveling opera troupe. In the past, it was severely suppressed by the Skylark Opera Troupe in the royal capital, but it is different now. With the power of Downton and the huge capital injection of the little Lolita, the head of the Royal Sister hired
Some senior actors perform different plays at the Royal Opera House every day.
Of course, Madeleine didn't even pay a single copper in royalties, but she didn't take the ticket money either. It was simply a free performance. In her words, now was the time to become famous, and income didn't matter.
In fact, Downton knows that Madeleine really loves opera. Her goal is to build the number one theater company in the Western Continent. As long as people come to watch it, she feels that the effort is worth it, and she doesn't care about the ticket revenue.
If it weren't for this persistence and investment, Downton would not have given her the script. He has always admired this kind of pure person.
"Don't underestimate Madeleine. That royal sister is definitely from a royal family. Although she hides it very well, some behavioral habits are developed since childhood and cannot be changed so easily."
Homer makes a big revelation, which surprises Downton.
"ah?"
Downton thought that Madeleine was born into a noble family. After all, every move she made was full of aristocracy, and she was extremely elegant.
"Sir, do you want to take a car?"
A cab stopped in front of Downton.
"Go to the biggest pub in the city!"
It's ridiculous to say that as the Hand of the King, Downton doesn't even know the names of the most luxurious taverns and the most popular dancers.
"Sit tight!"
The coachman opened the door for Downton. The service was very attentive, and he also introduced interesting things in the royal capital eloquently.
"Sounds very prosperous? Didn't it mean that it had experienced war?"
Downton asked.
"Minister Downton is so awesome, all of this is due to him."
The coachman's heartfelt compliments made Downton so happy that when he got off the bus, he took out a gold coin and flicked it towards the coachman.
Buzz!
The gold coins rang softly and turned over in the sun, showing the dazzling golden color.
"Keep the change, please!"
Downton went straight up the steps. It was indeed the largest tavern in the capital, and the nearby parking lot was filled with carriages of various styles.
"Thank you for the reward!" The driver bowed respectfully and asked, "Would you like me to wait for you?"
"No need!"
Downton refused, and then stepped into the tavern. A wave of noise mixed with the smell of alcohol immediately hit his face.
The musician played the canon and played a melody, and the dancers swayed their waists to the dynamic music. They wore bracelets with bells on their ankles and wrists, which made a crisp sound.
call!
Downton whistled. These dancers were dressed very boldly. They only had one piece of underwear on their upper body, and their plump breasts could only cover one third. With the violent movements, their breasts shook violently and swayed out.
Her breasts are wavy, and although her lower body is surrounded by a gauze, it is completely transparent, and the narrow triangle shorts can be seen, and the shaking of her plump buttocks is naturally exposed to everyone's eyes without any obstruction.
The guests had drunk too much and were being stimulated by the dancers in front of them. They were all shouting crazily. Some mercenaries even crowded under the high platform in the middle and swayed with them.
"Guest, what would you like to order?"
A waitress dodged the hands that touched her butt, squeezed to Downton's side, and asked questions with a smile.
"Wheat bar!"
Downton was a little nervous.
"OK!"
The waitress' expression remained unchanged, but she was yelling in her heart. When she met Hina, there were many types of ale. Just pick the most expensive one and you would get your commission.
"Forget it. Otherwise, this kid won't be able to pay, and he will definitely be beaten up!"
The waitress glanced at Downton. She found that the young man was tall and handsome, and she couldn't bear it.
Downton didn't like luxury, and he had to set an example and establish a good image in front of the citizens, so his clothes were not expensive. Therefore, he was regarded by the waitress as a little nobleman who was not rich.
"Didn't I say that some dancers in the pub also provide that kind of service? How should I choose? I can't go up and ask, right?"
Downton's words almost made Homer and the Cheap God laugh so hard that they almost died.
"Why are you laughing? The one in the middle is pretty good. Do you think I have a chance to date her?"
Downton was very excited. Of course, this was said casually.
"Don't think about it. The ones standing in the middle are usually the lead dancers and won't be prostitutes. Of course, if you can spend money, you might have a chance."
The waitress came over and placed a large glass of ale in front of Downton. In her words, she slandered the dancer.
"I see!"
Downton nodded and took a deep sip. The cold beer entered his throat and was so refreshing that it chilled his heart.
"You don't want anything else?"
The waitress did not leave, but continued to ask.
"No!"
Downton looked at the dancer without even glancing at the waitress. She stamped her foot angrily and walked away.
"Fool!"
Homer muttered.
"What's wrong?"
Downton was puzzled.
"You just missed an erotic encounter!"
The cheap god is laughing to death.
"Ah? Where?"
Downton looked around.
Wow!
As a large number of gold coins were thrown onto the stage, making a clanging sound, a man's roar also rang out.
"Take off, I want to see you take off your clothes and dance!"
The dancers were used to this kind of scene and ignored him.
"What? It's too little. Are these enough?" The man who spoke took out a stack of golden tickets and threw them directly on the stage, "Take them off!"
The man had a mohawk haircut, and sitting next to him was a large group of tall mercenaries, who was obviously their leader.
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
In addition to these subordinates, there were other mercenaries in the tavern who came to have fun, so they all started shouting.
The atmosphere became violent and hot, and the other dancers were okay. The girl on the left, who was very young and had obviously just started in the industry, looked at the shiny faces gathered under the stage, screams lingering in her ears, and she turned pale with fright.
"This guest, we are here..."
Before the tavern steward could finish speaking, the mohawk slapped him in the face.
"Go away, I'm just watching a few dancers dance, and I'm not asking them to sleep with me. If I can't even fulfill this request, why should I open a tavern?"
"The royal capital of Frankfurt is not as open as our pub in the countryside!"
"If it weren't for escorting the caravan, I wouldn't have come to this country. There's a stench in the air!"
The mercenaries cursed and cursed, and the locals felt insulted, but when they saw the mercenaries wearing fine armor and carrying sharp weapons, they dared not speak in anger.
Most mercenaries and adventurers are just afraid of the world being in chaos. When they see someone making trouble, they will whistle and shout.
"Hey, you are all a bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world. When you go to St. Jutland, you will know what a real dancer is. You can't even shake your breasts, but you dare to go on stage?"
Mohawk complained carelessly. His family's business group had a strong back, and no boss had stopped them until now. Obviously the backstage of this tavern was average, so he became more and more unscrupulous.
"Haha, don't take it off? It doesn't matter, I'll teach you!"
Mohawk teleported and appeared directly on the stage. In order to show off, this guy also activated the soul shield coquettishly.
"Level 5 Dragon Slayer?"
Seeing the five soul dragon shields rotating around Mohawk, the entire tavern suddenly became silent, with only everyone staring at him with their eyes widened to the limit.
"snort!"
Mohawk was very proud. The dragon-slaying class was worthless in the nine empires, but in these small countries, it was something that could not be messed with. Maybe the tavern owner would send these dancers to his bed to make amends before he even opened his mouth.
"Where to run!"
Mohawk is a veteran in the flower field. He did not dance with the lead dancer, but chose the youngest one, which showed his unique taste.
The girl wanted to run away, but unfortunately he caught her.
"What are you afraid of? Our leader will not treat you badly. Did you see that? You won't be able to earn this money in a year!" Mohawk was very generous and took out a thick stack of gold tickets in front of the girl.
She shook it and then stuffed it into her chest.
The girl screamed and squatted on the ground holding her breasts.
"Haha, I just like this kind of chick!"
Mohawk laughed and wondered if a wine glass was thrown at him when he was trying to open a room.
boom!
Mohawk didn't even expect that someone would dare to attack him. Not only was he hit in the head, but his face was splashed with wine.
Ha ha!
The whole room burst into laughter.
"Don't laugh!"
The mohawk roared and the soul pressure radiated. The entire tavern hall was suddenly startled. Ordinary people couldn't bear it and panicked.
"who is it?"
Mohawk stood on the high platform, eyes wide open angrily, scanning the whole place.
Some guests who saw Downton's move hid in a hurry, fearing that they would be implicated by him.
"Ha, a little nobleman dares to interfere in my business?"
Mohawk licked the drink on his face. It was not very expensive. Looking at the other party's clothes, they were very ordinary. He definitely didn't come from a big family, so he felt relieved.
"This girl was not injured, so these golden tickets will be considered as mental damage compensation for her, and I will not pursue it!"
Downton's tone was calm.
"But I want to pursue it!"
Mohawk was very happy. They were such aristocratic children who kept silent about the world. They would not have long memories without being beaten several times.
"Listen to what I have to say. I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you said when you insulted Frankfurt just now, so as a punishment, you have to keep your tongue!"
Before Downton could finish his words, exclamations rang out from all around.
"Is this kid crazy? Didn't you see that he is the mercenary leader of the fifth level Dragon Slayer?"
"Young people are too impulsive. They will definitely suffer a big loss this time!"
"Why do I feel like he looks familiar?"
The guests were talking a lot. The mercenaries and adventurers from other countries didn't care, but wanted them to fight, so they started making noises.
"You're such a good boy!" Mo Xigan grinned ferociously, "Can you say it again?" (To be continued...)