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eadx ();? Ding Wedi said apologetically to Ron as they walked out of the mercenary station.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ron. I was going to treat you to a drink, but we still have some things to do. I'm afraid another day will come …"

How could Ron not hear Ding Wedi's excuses? They wanted to throw off their own weapons, but since they were already in the Beastman Empire, it didn't matter. He immediately smiled and said, "Alright, everyone. We'll meet again if fate allows …"

After saying goodbye to the crowd, Ron strolled alone through the streets of Shatta City, taking in the scenery around him.

Humans were everywhere, and it was very lively. From time to time, a few orcs would walk past arrogantly.

Whether it was in shops, taverns, or other places, the beastmen were always the priority customers. Everyone was full of respect towards the beastmen, and there was even a hint of flattery. The humans here were often used to it, but for Ron who had just arrived, they were very unaccustomed.

"Sigh, why would I care so much. Maybe the Beastman Empire is just one of my relay stations. Besides, I don't have the ability to change anything …"

Ron sighed inwardly. At this moment, his stomach began to growl uncontrollably. Only then did he feel hungry.

After walking for a long time, it was time to eat. He lifted his head and looked around. He walked to a decent mercenary inn and entered.

"Welcome!"

The bartender, a rather cute little human woman with a professional smile, opened the door for Ron.

Ron nodded and went straight in.

This was a spacious hall with no private rooms. In the middle was a small stage where the dancers were shaking their moving waists to give the guests a joyful dance.

Perhaps it was because the guests were all mercenaries, but the hall was a little cluttered, and upon entering the room, Ron could smell the stench of sweat in the air. Around him, tables of mercenaries were talking and laughing loudly, boasting of their adventures.

In the hallway, a few women wearing revealing clothing were passing by, laughing loudly, playing around with the mercenaries, using their bodies to exchange for gold coins. Many of the mercenaries would hug them and go upstairs, needless to say, they were all prostitutes, and they were all humans.

The guests were mostly human, but Ron had also found a few orcs among them. Compared to humans, orcs were treated differently. They were surrounded by at least three human prostitutes, who were constantly flirting and flirting.

At that moment, Ron's eyes narrowed as he spotted Tinweldi's group, who were also dining here.

"Brother, did you see that? "That bone slave is here again …" Staffanie whispered, catching sight of Ron as well.

"What a coincidence!" When Ding Wedi heard this, he was also a little surprised. "Forget it, don't bother with him …" He glanced back at Ron and lowered his head as if he didn't recognize him.

Ron smiled. Naturally, he knew what these people were thinking. Ignoring them, he found a table and sat down. After a while, a beautiful waitress came up with some delicious food.

As Ron ate his plate of food, his eyes were fixed on the singing and dancing onstage. The human girl on stage was about sixteen years old, had a hot body and a beautiful face. While she was singing, her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

Although Ron didn't know much about singing and dancing, he could tell from the applause from the audience that the girl was performing very well.

When the song ended, the girl bowed down to the applause of the crowd.

From the way the girl was dressed, Ron could tell that she came from a race of humans called Gypsies, a race of people who had little fighting talent, but a race of men and women who could sing and dance, who had a good voice and no fixed place to live, who roamed the world. The Gypsy race, where men generally worked in lowly jobs like waiters and gardeners, the majority of the women in sex occupations, and the prostitutes in the hall, who were mostly Gypsies, were in a very low position.

Ron had heard a very nice song called "The caravan," and the lyrics reflected the gypsy wanderings, a little romantic and a little hard.

"The whole nation is suffering …" Ron shook his head, full of sympathy for the gypsy race, and picked up a glass of wine from the table. He drank it all.

"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"

Then a timid voice said, A girl was standing at the table, staring at Ron.

"It's her?"

Although the girl in front of him was lightly made up, Ron could tell at a glance that she was the Gypsy girl who had been singing and dancing on the stage.

The gypsy girl's name was Bassala, and she was a pillar of the gypsy group, and under the influence of the clan, she had studied singing and dancing since childhood. She was extremely gifted, and any dance could be completed after she had watched it three times.

Most of the gipsy dancers were part-time prostitutes. As the pillar of the singing and dancing troupe, Batha Sarah naturally didn't have to do this kind of work. But today, she had a reason to do it.

Her brother was sick!

Even though the women in the Clan talked a lot, this was the first time she had done it, like a thief. She was a bit timid, afraid to go to a crowded table, and afraid of orcs.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered the courage to take the first step in her life as a prostitute.

She had chestnut hair, a delicate face like a porcelain doll, and a large, mesmerizing white area on her chest. Looking down again, she revealed a deep cleavage, which was very pleasing to the eye, and because of the routine of her dancing, the girl's soft waist was slender and without a trace of fat. She stood in front of Ron, her long eyelashes drooping, very lovable.

"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"

Seeing that Rönn did not answer, Bathurst mustered up his courage and asked again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mercenary, I'm sorry to disturb …"

After a while, seeing that Ron was still not answering, Bagsala was disappointed and bowed, ready to leave.

"Yes, sit down!" said Ron finally.

"Thank you!"

The gipsy girl sat down across from Ron. She had a bashful expression on her face and was feeling uneasy. She did not know what to say. It was obvious that she was a child.

"Seems like she is also someone who has a hard time living. I'll just pay a few more coins to send her off..." Ron thought, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the gipsy girl who looked younger than he did.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bassala!" Batha whispered back.

"My name is Ron!"

"Mr. Ron!" Bagsala cried timidly.

"En!" Rönn answered, then lowered his head to eat, ignoring her.

Bagsala was sitting there, her pretty face flushed red, her white, jade-like fingers rubbing at the hem of her dress, looking embarrassed.

"Do you want something to eat?"

asked Ron, feeling that it would be inappropriate to leave the girl alone.

"No …" "There's no need …"

Her face was even redder.

"En!" Ron picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one gulp. He placed the glass on the table and reached for the bottle with his other hand.

Batha seemed to realize something, and she reached for the bottle quickly, filling it before Ron could.

"Thank you!"

Ron smiled, picked up his glass, and drained it again, as Bagsala refilled it for him, as if he'd finally found something to do.

Just like that, one poured and one drank, and Ron drank seven or eight cups at once.

When Batha had refilled his glass once more, Ron pushed his glass away and said with a wry smile, "No more, I can't even walk if I keep drinking …"

"Puchi …"

As she watched Ron's grimace, Bagsala couldn't help but laugh, and she covered her lovely little mouth with her hand.

"It's time to leave!" After eating his fill, Ron took out his space bag and prepared to pay the bill. Other than the money for the meal, Bagsala also had to give him a tip. After all, he had been sitting there for so long.

Based on his sympathy for the gipsy girl, Ron decided to give her more.

At this moment, a waiter walked over quickly and said to Ron, "Respected Mr. Mercenary, there's a customer at the table over there who just saw Miss Bagsala's singing and dancing and wants her to go over and drink with him. I don't know …"

Miss Bagsala was somewhat astonished, and she immediately interrupted, "Sir waiter, don't you see that I already have a guest?"

Seeing that Batha didn't want to go, Ron lowered his hand from his space bag and said, "That's right. Didn't you see her drinking with me?"

The waiter hesitated, "But..." "That's the Beastmen..."

"Beastmen?"

As soon as Bagsala heard this, her face turned deathly white. Her face revealed a terrified expression. She gritted her teeth, trying her best not to cry out loud.

Seeing the look on Bagsala's face, Ron understood. He glanced at the waiter and said, "Mr. Waiter, do you have any rules in your pub that compel you to break someone else's service?"

Batha's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and her long eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Ron in disbelief.

"That's true, but …" The waiter hesitated. He wanted Ron to take the initiative and get Miss Bagsala out.

"No, just tell him that Miss Bagsala is drinking with me, and she doesn't have time for him now."

When Barsala heard this, his eyes showed gratitude.

"Alright!"

The waiter helplessly glanced at the two of them, then turned around and left.

"Thank you!"

She was different from the human females in the Beastman Empire. If she had to serve the ugly Beastmen, she would rather die.

"I'm fine!" "You should sit down for a while longer …" said Ron, smiling.

Just as Ron finished speaking, there was a bang behind him, like the sound of a table being knocked over, and at the same time a voice roared.

"Which bastard would be so bold as to not give me face?" What? Is he even human? "

"Mr. Markham. Mr. Markham. "You can't go over there …" The waiter's anxious voice rang out.

There was a commotion behind him, and Ron frowned, just in time to catch the eye of the newcomer.

"It's you?"

He was stunned for a moment, and both sides were surprised.

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