Chapter 670： : Small Ear Tavern, Dancer Bidding

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He shoved the dinar into the hands of the Berserker Squad Leader.

"The money will be treated as if I treat everyone to a drink."

"Please be accommodating."

"I came here after a long trek from the green cypress forest."

The Crazy Axe team captain glanced at the dinar in his hand, and then glanced at the Ranger team captain. After the two winked at each other, they let Zong Shen go directly.

The two or three hundred dinars are considered extra income for the brothers to share.

After all, the above did not issue a blockade order, but only asked to increase the censorship of entering the city.

Wentrobang City is a typical commercial and trade city, and the flow of people has promoted its prosperity.

Naturally, the city will not be easily closed. Once the population flow is stopped, the loss to the state city will be huge.

"Go, remember not to cause trouble!"

"Those patrols in the city are not as good as us!"

The Crazy Axe Squad Leader patted Zong Shen on the shoulder, and the Crazy Axe Warriors and Rangers who were blocking the way immediately gave way.

Zong Shen didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Continue to move forward two or three kilometers to officially enter Bangcheng.

After getting out, he quickly left the level. .

Not long after they walked, they stopped a group of traveling merchants who were about to enter the city.

For 500 dinars, he bought a Nord mountain horse in decent condition.

After getting on the horse, his forward speed was much faster.

If Bangseong was so big, it would take a lot of time to just walk.

In particular, the city of Wentrobang is much larger than Bosbang.

Following the flow of people and after some inquiries, he found a humble tavern on the outskirts.

Throwing the horse to the waiter at the door, he gave him a 10 dinar coin as a tip, and Zong Shen walked directly into the tavern.

The name of this tavern is Little Ears, and the signboard and door are unremarkable.

When I walked in, I realized that the area inside was quite large.

A rectangular bar occupies a third of the tavern.

In the center is a small circular stage.

A thick wooden round table is placed everywhere.

Even in the middle of the night, the tavern was still full of people.

A harp stood in front of a bard, singing a song.

When Zong Shen entered, he just finished playing the song, and some generous mercenaries and drinkers around him threw coins in front of him, most of which were 1 dinar.

The bard bowed and saluted, picking up coins from the ground one by one.

Dragging the harp off the stage!

After the minstrel left the stage, several dancers in leather skirts smeared oil on their faces and wore crowns composed of colorful feathers and entered the arena.

They were followed by several similarly dressed male drummers.

As the drum beats, the dancers start to sway.

Except for the nobles in the endless continent, other people do not have the concept of underwear.

The large swinging movements and the revealing clothes make these dancers often show off.

It also instantly detonated the enthusiasm of the drinkers!

"Twist up!"

"Turn up that ass! It's really flat!"

"200 dinars! Stay with me for one night!"

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The drinkers shouted loudly.

The beat of the drums gradually became rapid, and people couldn't help but swell up blood.

When the dancers heard these words, their faces showed charming bodies.

From time to time, he let out a soft moan, or licked his red lips, and ripped open the leather jacket with both hands.

After Zong Shen glanced at it, he lost interest.

Going straight to the bar, he pretended to take out 100 dinars and put it on the table.

"Anything to drink."

"keep the change."

"Better with ice!"

The strong bartender is a typical Nord.

He had an ear tattooed on his stout arm.

He swept the dot into the purse beside the table.

Taverns have always been a place of high consumption, and a hundred dinars is not so arrogant.

Zong Shen took off his helmet and put it aside.

"Would you like to try the specialties of this shop?"

"I call it a sizzling rave!"

"This big boy can just buy a cup."

The bartender looked at Zong Shen and asked while taking out a bull horn cup from behind.

"Okay."

Zong Shen nodded.

He wanted to see what a sizzling carnival was.

The bartender smiled, the beard on his lips slightly raised.

A small wine barrel was taken out from the back, the cork was uncorked, and a third of the white wine was poured in.

Then he took out a few leaves from the drawer of the wine cabinet.

Zong Shen recognized that this stuff was called Bingma Ye, and it tasted bitter and spicy.

There is a growth distribution near Sitano Village. Some villagers like to chew betel hemp leaves. He asked about the strategy module. This thing has weak toxins, but his physique can completely dissolve it.

The canna leaf comes from the canna tree, and the produced canna fruit is one of the raw materials for making paralyzing poison.

The bartender took out a small stone grinder, smashed the betel hemp leaves into a green paste and added it to the wine, and finally took out two kinds of wine and mixed them into the horn cup.

"Drink, if you get drunk, you can stay upstairs in our store."

"80 dinars a night."

The bar urn said loudly, with a playful smile on his face.

Zong Shen picked up the horn cup and glanced at it with narrowed eyes.

【Strong mixed wine (green)】

[Quality: Excellent grade]

[Highly mixed spirits with a small amount of paralyzing poison, if the strength attribute is lower than 50 points, there is a high chance of falling into a state of drowsiness]

[Effect: Reaction power -20%, attack power increased by 10%, movement speed decreased by 15%]

(The signature drink of the Little Ear Tavern, only those with good strength can drink it without falling asleep. This is also the way for the Little Ear Tavern to test whether the visitor is a "lamb" or a "lone wolf"

The sleepy will be dragged and stripped naked, shackled and sold to slave traders

If there is no lethargy, it proves that the strength is good and can continue to stay in the tavern)

"Black and white take it all!"

Zong Shen looked at the properties of the drink, which is what the Little Ear Tavern uses to identify lambs.

Those unsuspecting outsiders, if a glass is poured, will be reduced to lambs in the small ear tavern.

For Zong Shen, this glass of wine is not worth mentioning.

He grinned, raised his neck and drank!

The drink is a mixed spirit, with the pungency and bitterness of the betel sesame leaves. After entering the mouth, Zong Shen felt that the mouthpiece was burning, and a warm current flowed from the mouth to the esophagus and then to the stomach.

Eventually it spreads throughout the body.

It actually gave him a feeling of invigoration, and it really had a little meaning.

"not bad."

"Continued Cup!"

Zong Shen took out a dinar again and slapped it on the table.

The smile on the bartender's face has subsided a lot, replaced by a solemn one.

After Zong Shen finished speaking, he turned his head to watch the explosive dance on the circular stage.

There were many people around the stage, arms raised, cheering excitedly.

The smell in the air was complex, ranging from wine to sweat and a touch of blood.

Taverns like this have always been mixed places.

Zong Shen's eyes looked around, looking for traces of hero-level talents.

Originally, he thought that the bard was likely to be a heroic talent.

But it's not.

Among the hundreds of people at the scene, there were only two heroic talents.

The qualifications are very general. One is an excellent grade qualification. It turned out to be a dancer in the field. She looks beautiful, but her body is very hot.

The other is an excellent-level qualification, with a crossbow on his back and a long sword hanging from his waist.

Wearing ordinary leather armor, with a rough black iron half-helmet on his head.

There are several guys dressed as mercenaries around him.

It looks like it should be a mercenary chief.

However, the dancer was a little interesting, and Zong Shen wondered if he should bring her back to the territory.

The territory currently has a lot of hero-level talents, but the new population is even more.

The need for dominance is huge.

Strictly speaking, the number of hero-level talents even determines the upper limit of dominance.

And the potential of the heroic talent is much greater than that of the farmer.

With the exercise of their daily work, their qualifications will also improve.

Of course, the same goes for peasants, but they're much harder to get promoted than heroes.

At present, there are so many farmers in Zongshen's territory, that is, a third fat!

Just as he was thinking about it, the second cup of scorching carnival was ready.

This time, the bartender responded to his request by placing some ice cubes for him from the thick ice bucket.

For the average tavern, ice cubes are a rarity.

There are only three ways to make ice here.

The first is natural ice, the second is saltpeter ice, and the third is frost magic.

Basically, except for the North, every state city in other kingdoms has one or several nitrification workshops, which use raw dung to make nitrile. The output is very low, and the supply of ice is naturally not much.

As for frost magicians, they are relatively rare, and it is impossible to popularize large-scale ice making across the continent.

So this glass of spirits with ice is the bartender's respect for Zong Shen.

The small ear tavern belongs to the black street forces, and these black street mice only respect the strong.

They don't have too many concepts of good and evil. They can eat lambs, and those who can't eat are strong.

And the strong should be respected!

Zong Shen looked at the ice cubes in the glass and grinned.

He raised his glass and greeted the bartender. He looked again and found that its attributes had changed a little. Before, people with less than 50 strength points would fall asleep after drinking it, but now it has become less than 75 strength points. people fell asleep after drinking it.

It seemed that even with his physique, he could not drink indefinitely.

Drinking for a short period of time can lead to the accumulation of alcohol and toxins.

So this time he didn't drink it all, but took a sip from his lips.

With the addition of ice, the spicy and bitter taste diminished, but it became more refreshing.

"By the way, are those dancing girls from the tavern?"

Zong Shen put down his wine glass and suddenly asked seriously.

The bartender was wiping the bar with a rag.

"They belong to the Aldridge Dance Company."

"Bars pay to show up and they do the show."

"The reward received is fifty-fifty."

"It seems that you are very interested in those dancing girls?"

Zong Shen can't drink enough, he is already a strong man, so the bartender naturally uses honorifics.

Hearing his question, Zong Shen nodded.

"Yes, I am very interested in one of the dancers."

At this time, the bartender put down the rag, leaned out and said in a low voice.

"If you are willing to pay 100 dinars, I can refer you."

"The Aldridge Dance Company is a very powerful dance group."

"The recent one in Wentro is just a small subgroup of them, the style is Alpine Aboriginal."

To this, Zong Shen's answer was only two words.

"make a deal!"

He pretended to take out a dinar from his waist again and threw it out, raised his hand and drank the second cup of scorching spree, leaving behind ice cubes that had not yet melted.

The bartender caught the dinar and stuffed it into his pocket, walked out of the bar, and personally took Zong Shen to a round table in the corner.

"Ram, I've brought you a high-roller!"

"He is interested in your dancing girls, and he may be able to offer you a price that will satisfy you."

A gloomy middle-aged man sat on the round table.

He held a wooden mug and sipped his stout beer.

Zong Shen could already smell the slightly sour fermentation smell.

After the bartender's introduction, the gloomy middle-aged man named Ram remained expressionless.

Upon seeing this, the bartender opened the chair beside him and let Zong Shen sit down first, while he himself returned to the bar.

He seemed to understand that Ram's character was like that.

Seeing Zong Shen sit down, Ram finally spoke up.

"The show is coming to an end, prepare to bid."

"Our girls have been strictly trained, and even ogres will want to die."

"If you're lucky, you can enjoy a night of ecstasy for as little as 300 dinars."

It seems that Ram regards him as a female ticket seller selling spring.

At this time, the dance is almost over.

Because the drums are flattening out.

However, Zong Shen shook his head seriously.

"No, I mean, buy it."

"Not for one night."

Hearing him say that, Ram frowned.

"Impossible, every Aldridge dancer has been groomed for fifteen years."

"They are the hope and the brand of the Aldridge Dance Company."

Ram was unwilling to sell, so he seemed very unhappy.

These dancers can earn thousands or even tens of thousands of dinars each month for the dance company.

Dancing performances are one aspect, and the bidding and selling of spring is the big deal.

So every dancer is equivalent to a hen that lays golden eggs.

The group of dancers in front of them are not very old.

Eventually they would endure the physical devastation and die of various ills at the age of thirty-five, which is no wonder Ram has trained several generations of dancers.

For these precarious mercenaries and adventurers.

Timely entertainment is the creed of life, and dancing is a way to arouse the temptation in the heart.

As long as the **** is aroused, these guys are willing to clean every big thing in their pockets.

Because of this, it is not cost-effective to sell dancers directly.

Ram is sullen and rigid.

If the price opened low, he felt that he was at a loss, and if the price opened high, he did not think the guy in front of him could bear it.

But Zong Shen said nonchalantly.

"Let's make a price first."

At this point, the drum beat almost completely subsided, proving that the dance was over.

These drinkers seem to know the process, and many of the guys have shouted out their blood-bloated little brothers.

"Bid, bid, bid!"

Ram looked at the stage in the distance and raised a finger.

"One hundred thousand dinars!"

Zong Shen was stunned, the price was too big for a lion to open his mouth.

His current net worth is just over nine million dinars.

Buying a dancer for 100,000 dinars is a bit crazy.

When he bought those slaves, the slaves equivalent to the physique of third- and fourth-order warriors were only a few thousand dinars.

But there is one thing to emphasize, that is, the slave trader Bamogo really does not have too beautiful female slaves in the hands, and it should be dealt with separately.

Being pretty is sometimes more desirable than being strong.

It seems that it can only be robbed.

Zong Kuan has a lot of experience in robbing aboriginal people.

"It's too expensive, I can't take it."

He shook his head and gave an answer.

Ram immediately got up with a gloomy face.

"But I can buy it for a night and pay a fortune."

At this time, Ram was too lazy to pay attention to him, and said while walking to the stage.

"Then come and bid."

Zong Shen put on the battle helmet with his backhand, got up and followed.

Ram walked to the middle of the stage, raised his hand and waved!

"Our Aldridge Dance Company's flamboyant dance is sweeping the southern part of the kingdom!"

"Today is our third and last night at the Little Ear Tavern!"

"I think a lot of people haven't tasted it yet?"

"Tonight is your last chance!"

"Come on, the bidding begins!"

"As long as the bid is successful, you will be able to stay in the best room upstairs for free for one night at the same time, and from the successful bid to 8 am, our dancers will be completely yours."

"Of course, don't forget to cherish our dancers when you're cool, otherwise the Aldridge guards outside are not vegetarians Ram's voice is very penetrating and overwhelms the fanatical voices.

After he finished speaking, a dozen rough-looking Highlander warriors walked in.

They are the guards of the Aldridge Dance Company.

After Ram finished speaking, he pulled over the dancer beside him and started bidding.

Zong Shen waited quietly in the crowd.

Seven or eight dancers soon ended.

The usual prices are between 300 and 500 dinars.

Soon to the heroic dancer.

Compared with other dancers, she is obviously younger.

It doesn't look like she's a few years older than Mariel.

If Ram is true, it's possible that she started training when she was three or four years old.

Zong Shen reckoned that it should be fake, with bragging elements.

Her appearance made the guys in the drinker who had a good sip go crazy.

After the auction started, the price was approaching 500 dinars.

Finally stopped at 580 dinars.

The price quoted was for a mercenary with a bruised skull and a grim-looking face.

This price is already quite high.

He had been coveting this dancer for several days, and he had not been able to bid on the first two occasions.

It's almost suffocated today.

Just as he was about to step forward to pull the dancer away.

Zong Shen made a decisive offer!

"1000 dinars!"

In this link that is particularly sensitive to monetary amounts.

The offer of 1000 dinars is like thunder!

All eyes were on Zong Shen.

Most of them are malicious and greedy eyes.

Suddenly someone inserted a hand, and the mercenary with a sunken skull was in a hurry!

He pulled out a sharp dagger from his calf and walked towards Zong Shen!

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