Chapter 670: Little Ear Tavern, dancer bidding

He thrust the dinar into the hands of the captain of the Wild Ax Warriors.

"I will use this money to buy you a drink."

"Please be accommodating."

"I trekked for a long time from the cypress forest to get here."

Captain Crazy Ax glanced at the dinar in his hand, and then at the Ranger Captain. After the two exchanged glances, they let Zong Shen go.

The two or three hundred dinars shared by the brothers can be considered extra income.

After all, the superiors did not issue a blockade order, but only requested that the review of entering the city be strengthened.

Winterlow City is a typical trading city, and the flow of people here promotes its prosperity.

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

"Go ahead and remember not to cause trouble!"

"The patrols in the city are not as easy to talk to as us!"

Captain Crazy Ax patted Zong Shen on the shoulder, and the Crazy Ax warriors and rangers blocking the road immediately moved out of the way.

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

Continue forward two or three kilometers and you will officially enter Bangcheng.

After escaping, he quickly left the level. .

After walking not far, they stopped a group of traveling merchants who were about to enter the city.

I spent 500 dinars to buy a Nord mountain horse that was in pretty good condition.

After getting on the horse, he moved forward much faster.

If you only rely on walking in such a big city, it will take a lot of time.

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

Following the flow of people and after asking around a bit, he found a simple tavern on the outskirts.

After throwing the horse to the waiter at the door and giving him a 10-dinar coin as a tip, Zong Shen walked directly into the tavern.

The name of this pub is Little Ear, and its sign and door are unremarkable.

When I walked into it, I realized that the interior area is quite large.

A rectangular bar occupies one-third of the tavern.

In the center is a small circular stage.

Thick wooden round tables are placed everywhere.

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

A bard had a harp in front of him and was singing.

When Zong Shen entered, he had just finished playing a song. Some generous mercenaries and drinkers around him threw coins in front of him, mostly 1 dinar.

The bard bowed and saluted everywhere, and then picked up the coins on the ground one by one.

Dragging the harp off the stage!

After the minstrel left the stage, several dancers in leather skirts, their faces smeared with oil paint, and wearing crowns composed of colorful feathers, entered the stage.

Following closely behind were several male drummers similarly dressed.

As the drums beat, the dancers began to sway.

In the Endless Continent, except for the nobles, no one else has the concept of underwear.

The dramatic swaying movements combined with the already revealing clothing make these dancers often reveal their points.

It also instantly aroused the passion of the drinkers!

"Twist up!"

"Take that ass up! It's really up!"

"200 dinars! Stay with me all night!"

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The drinkers shouted noisily.

The drumbeat gradually becomes more rapid, making people feel angry and blood rising.

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

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

Zong Shen lost interest after one glance.

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

"Whatever you want to drink."

Keep the change, please.

“It’s best with ice!”

The strong bartender is a typical Nord.

He has an ear tattooed on his thick arm.

He swept the pip into the money bag on the table.

The tavern has always been a high-spending place, and one hundred dinars is not considered very arrogant.

Zong Shen took off his battle helmet and put it aside.

"Would you like to try our specialty?"

"I call it a hot orgy!"

"This big coin can just buy a drink."

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

"good."

Zong Shen nodded.

He wanted to see what a hot orgy was.

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

He took out a small wine bucket from the back, uncorked the bottle, and poured one-third of the white wine into it.

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

Zong Shen recognized that this thing was called betel leaf, and it tasted bitter and spicy.

It grows and distributes near Xitano Village. Some villagers like to chew betel leaves. He asked the strategy module and found out that this stuff contains weak toxins, but his constitution can completely resolve it.

Betel leaves come from the betel tree, and the betel berries are one of the raw materials for making paralyzing poisons.

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

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

"80 dinars a night."

The bartender said angrily, with a playful smile on his face.

Zong Shen picked up the horn cup and narrowed his eyes.

[Strong mixed liquor (green)]

[Quality: Excellent grade]

[Highly mixed spirits with a small amount of paralyzing toxins. If the strength attribute is lower than 50 points, there is a high chance of falling into coma after drinking it]

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

(The signature drink of the Little Ears Tavern can only be drunk by people with good strength without falling asleep. This is also the way the Little Ears Tavern tests whether the guests are "lambs" or "lone wolves".

Those who sleep will be dragged away, stripped naked, put in chains and sold to slave traders.

If you are not lethargic, it proves that you are strong and can continue to stay in the tavern)

"Black and white take it all!"

Zong Shen looked at the properties of the wine. This thing was used by Little Ears Tavern to identify lambs.

Those unsuspecting outsiders who drink a cup will become the lambs of the Little Ears Tavern.

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

He grinned, raised his neck and drank it all!

The wine was a mixture of strong alcohol, with the spiciness and bitterness of betel leaves. After taking it in, Zong Shen felt that his mouthpiece was burning, and a warm current flowed from his mouth to his esophagus and then to his stomach.

Eventually it gradually spreads throughout the body.

It actually gave him a relaxing feeling, and it was indeed a bit interesting.

"not bad."

"Continued Cup!"

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

The smile on the bartender's face faded a lot and was replaced by a solemn look.

After Zong Shen finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the exciting dance on the circular stage.

There were many people surrounding the stage, raising their arms and cheering excitedly.

The smell in the air is very complex, including the smell of wine, sweat and a faint smell of blood.

Taverns like this have always been a mixed bag.

Zong Shen looked around, looking for traces of heroic talents.

Originally, he thought that the bard was probably a heroic talent.

But it's not.

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

The qualifications are all average. One of them has excellent qualifications. She is actually a dancer in the venue. She has a delicate appearance but a very hot body. She is dancing to the beat of the drums.

There is another person with excellent qualifications, carrying a crossbow behind his back and a long sword hanging on his waist.

Wearing ordinary leather armor and a crudely made black iron half-helmet on his head.

There were several guys dressed as mercenaries around him.

It looks like he should be a mercenary leader.

However, the dancer was a bit interesting, and Zong Shen thought about whether to take her back to his territory.

The territory currently has many heroic talents, but the new population will be even greater.

There is a huge demand for dominance points.

Strictly speaking, the number of heroic talents even determines the upper limit of the command value in some aspects.

And the potential of heroic talents is much greater than that of farmers.

As they practice their daily work, their qualifications will also improve.

Of course, the same is true for farmers, but compared to heroes, it is much more difficult for them to be promoted.

There are currently so many farmers in Zong Shen's territory, so there is only one three fat man!

Just as he was thinking about it, the second cup of fiery orgy was ready.

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

For ordinary taverns, ice cubes are a rare item.

There are only three ways to make ice here.

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

Basically, except for the Northern Territory, every city in the other kingdoms has one or several saltpeter-making workshops. They use primitive excrement to make saltpetre. The output is very low, and the supply of ice cubes is naturally limited.

As for frost magicians, they are relatively rare, and it is impossible to spread them across the entire continent for large-scale ice production.

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

The Little Ears Tavern belongs to the underworld forces, and these underworld rats only respect the strong.

They don't have much concept of good and evil. Those who can eat are lambs, and those who cannot eat are strong.

And the strong should be respected!

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

He raised his glass and greeted the bartender. He looked at it again and found that its properties had changed slightly. Previously, people with less than 50 power points would fall asleep after drinking it. Now it has changed to less than 75 power points. People fall asleep after drinking it.

It seemed that even with his body he couldn't drink it without limit.

Drinking it over a short period of time can allow alcohol and toxins to accumulate.

So this time he didn't drink it all in one gulp, but took a sip to his lips.

After adding ice cubes, the spicy and bitter taste is reduced, but it becomes more refreshing.

"By the way, are those dancers from the pub?"

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

The bartender was wiping the bar with a rag.

"They were part of the Aldrich Dance Company."

“The bar pays the appearance fee and they do the show.”

"The reward received is 50/50."

"It seems that you are very interested in those dancers?"

Zong Shen was already considered a strong man even though he didn't drink enough. The bartender naturally used 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 forward and whispered.

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

"The Aldrich Dance Company is a very powerful erotic dance troupe."

"The one in Winterlow recently is just a small group among them. The style is that of the mountain aborigines."

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

"make a deal!"

He once again pretended to take out a dinar from his waist and threw it out. He raised his hand and drank the second cup of hot carnival in one gulp, leaving the 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 led Zong Shen to a round table in the corner.

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

"He is interested in your dancer and may be able to offer a price that satisfies you."

There was a gloomy middle-aged man sitting at the round table.

He held a wooden cup and sipped his couscous beer.

Zong Shen could already smell the slightly sour fermentation smell.

After the bartender made the introduction, the gloomy middle-aged man named Ram was still expressionless.

Seeing this, the bartender pulled out a chair beside him and let Zong Shen sit down first, while he returned to the bar.

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

Seeing Zong Shen sit down, Ram finally spoke.

"The show is about to end, get ready to bid."

"Our girls have received strict training. Even an ogre would be ecstatic."

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

It seems that Ram regarded him as a female ticket seller selling sex.

The erotic dance was almost over at this time.

Because the drumbeat tends to flatten out.

But Zong Shen shook his head seriously.

"No, I mean, buy it."

“It’s not a one-night deal.”

Hearing what he said, Ram frowned.

"It's impossible. Every Aldrich dancer has been trained for fifteen years."

"They are the hope and the star of Aldrich Dance Company."

Ram was not willing to sell, so he seemed very unhappy.

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

The erotic dance performance is one thing, but the bidding of sex is the big one.

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

The dancers in front of me are not very old.

In the end, they will bear the physical abuse and die of various diseases at around the age of thirty-five. Ram has trained several generations of dancers, so he is not surprised by this.

For these mercenaries and adventurers who lick blood at the edge of a knife and live in precarious situations.

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

As long as the desire is aroused, these guys are willing to empty every big buck in their pockets.

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

Ram is a sullen and rigid man.

If the price is set low, he feels he is losing money; if the price is set high, he doesn't think the guy in front of him can afford it.

But Zong Shen said nonchalantly.

"Let's make a price first."

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

These drinkers seem to know the process, and many of them have already raised their bloated little brothers and shouted.

"Bid, bid, bid!"

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

"One hundred thousand dinars!"

Zong Shen was stunned for a moment, this price was too much for a lion to ask.

His current net worth is just over nine million dinars.

Spending 100,000 dinars to buy a dancing girl is a bit crazy.

When he bought those slaves, the slaves with the physique of third- and fourth-level warriors only cost a few thousand dinars.

However, one thing must be emphasized, that is, the slave merchant Bamogo does not have any very beautiful female slaves in his hands, and presumably they should be dealt with separately.

Beauty is sometimes more popular than strength.

It seems that we can only grab it openly.

Zong Tantan is quite experienced in robbing aborigines.

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

He shook his head and gave an answer.

Ram immediately stood up with a gloomy face.

"But I can buy it for one night and pay a lot of money."

At this time, Ram was too lazy to pay attention to him and said as he walked towards the stage.

"Then you come over and bid."

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

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

"Our Aldrich Dance Company's erotic dance has taken the southern part of the kingdom by storm!"

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

"I think many people haven't had a taste of it yet, right?"

"Tonight is your last chance!"

"Come on, let the bidding begin!"

"As long as the bid is successful, you can stay in the best room upstairs in Little Ear for free for one night, and from the successful bid until 8 o'clock in the morning, our dancer will be completely yours."

"Of course, when you are having fun, don't forget to take care of our dancers, otherwise the Aldrich escorts out there are not vegetarians."

Ram's voice was so penetrating that it drowned out the fanatical cries.

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

They are the escorts of the Aldrich Dance Company.

After Ram finished speaking, he grabbed the dancer next to him and started bidding.

Zong Shen mingled in the crowd and waited quietly.

The seven or eight dancers were soon over.

The usual prices are between 300 and 500 dinars.

Soon we arrived at the heroic dancer.

Compared to other dancers, she is obviously younger.

He seemed to be no older than Mariel.

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