Walking out of the mercenary station, Dinwiddie said to Ron apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Brother Ron, I wanted to buy you a drink, but we still have some things to do, I'm afraid it will have to be another day..."
Ron couldn't hear Dinwiddie's evasion, they wanted to get rid of their own, but they had already come to the orc empire, so it didn't matter, he smiled and said, "Okay, everyone, we are destined to see you again Bar… "
Saying goodbye to everyone, Ron walked alone on the streets of Shata City, looking at the scenery of the streets.
Humans are everywhere here, it's very lively, and from time to time a few orcs walk past proudly.
Gradually, Ron felt that orcs had a superior status here. Be it in shops, taverns and other places, orcs were always the priority customers. Everyone respected orcs and even flattered them. Humans here are often used to it , and for Ron who just came here, he was very uncomfortable.
"Hey, why bother so much, maybe the Orc Empire is just a post in my past, and besides, I have no ability to change anything..."
Ron sighed inwardly. At this moment, his stomach let out a "cuckoo—" and he felt hungry.
After wandering around for a long time, it was time to eat. He raised his head to look around, walked to a mercenary tavern that was okay by the roadside, and walked in.
"welcome!"
The waiter in the tavern was a cute human woman, with a professional smile, she opened the door for Ron.
Ron nodded and went straight in.
This is a spacious hall without private rooms, and there is a small stage in the middle. The dancers on it are shaking their moving waists, presenting cheerful dances for the guests.
Perhaps because the guests here are all mercenaries, the hall looks a bit messy. As soon as he entered the door, an air mixed with the smell of sweat rushed straight into Ron's nostrils. On the surrounding tables, there were tables of mercenaries Talking and laughing loudly like no one else, bragging about his adventures.
In the aisle, some scantily clad women walked through it with charming smiles. They laughed loudly and played with the mercenaries, using their bodies to exchange gold coins on them. Many mercenaries hugged each other when they drank too much. They went upstairs, and it goes without saying that they were all whores, and they were all human beings.
Most of the guests here are humans, but Ron also found a few orcs in it. Compared with humans, orcs are treated completely differently. They are surrounded by at least three human prostitutes, constantly showing off. Amorous feelings, flirtatious.
At this time, Ron's eyes were fixed, and he found Dinwiddie's group, and they were also dining here.
"Brother, did you see that? That bone slave is here again..." Stephanie also saw Ron and reminded in a low voice.
"What a coincidence?" Dinwiddie was also a little surprised when he heard it, "Forget it, leave him alone..." He looked back at Ron, lowered his head, as if he didn't know him.
Ron smiled. He naturally knew what these people were thinking, and he didn't care about them. He found a seat and sat down. After a while, the beautiful waitress brought up exquisite food.
Ron was eating the food on the plate, but his eyes were fixed on the singing and dancing on the stage. The human woman who was performing on the stage was about sixteen years old, with a hot body and a good appearance. When she sang, her beautiful big eyes shone brightly. , very moving, captivating, it can be seen that her singing and dancing skills are very good, quite professional.
Although Ron doesn't know much about singing and dancing, he also feels that the girl's performance is very good, as can be seen from the applause from the audience.
At the end of the song, the girl bowed and stepped down amidst the applause of the crowd.
From the girl's attire, Ron could tell that she came from a race called Gypsies among humans. People in this race didn't have much talent for fighting, but both men and women in the race could sing and dance well, and they were born with a good voice. They live in no fixed place and wander around. Among the Gypsy clan, the men generally do lowly jobs such as waiters and gardeners, while most of the women are engaged in sex occupations. The prostitutes in the hall are basically Gypsies, and they live in extremely low status. status.
Ron has heard a very nice song called "Caravan". The lyrics reflect the vagrant life of the Gypsies. It is a bit romantic and a bit difficult.
"The whole nation is miserable people..." Ron shook his head, thinking in his heart, full of sympathy for the gypsies, he picked up a glass of wine from the table, and drank it down "gudong gudong...".
"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"
At this time, a timid voice sounded, and a girl stood by the table, looking at Ron eagerly.
"is her?"
Although the girl in front of him wore light makeup, Ron recognized it at a glance. She was the gypsy girl who performed singing and dancing on the stage just now.
The gypsy girl named Basara is the pillar of this gypsy song and dance troupe. Under the influence of her family members, she has practiced singing and dancing since she was a child. She is extremely talented. As long as she watches any dance three times, It can jump out completely, and the voice is also very good. At a young age, it seems to be the realm of a first-class master.
Most of the gypsy dancers are part-time prostitutes. As the pillar of the song and dance troupe, Bashara naturally does not have to engage in such a job, but today, she has a reason to do this.
Her brother is sick!
Although she usually heard a lot from the women in the clan, it was the first time for Basara to do this, as if she was a thief. She was a little timid, and she didn't dare to go to a crowded table, and she was afraid of orcs. In the end she settled on Ron, who was eating quietly and about the same age.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage and took the first step in her life as a prostitute.
Ron quietly looked at the gypsy girl in front of him, and saw that she had chestnut hair, a beautiful and delicate face like a porcelain doll, and a large white snow was exposed on her charming chest. A deep cleavage was exposed, which was very pleasing to the eye. Due to the frequent dance practice, the girl's soft waist appeared slender without a trace of fat. She stood in front of Ron with long eyelashes drooping, which was very cute.
"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"
Seeing that Ron didn't answer, Basara mustered up the courage and asked again.
"Sorry, Mr. Mercenary, to bother you..."
After a while, seeing that Ron still didn't answer, Basara was a little disappointed, bowed and prepared to leave.
"Okay, sit down!" Ron finally said.
"thanks!"
The gypsy girl sat down opposite Ron, with a shy expression, a little embarrassed, and didn't know what to say, she was obviously a child.
"Looks like she's a hard-working person. I'll just give her a little more money and send her away later..." Ron thought to himself, and felt a little sympathy for this gypsy girl who looked younger than him.
Ron asked proactively, "What's your name?"
"My name is Bashala!" Bashala replied in a low voice.
Ron nodded, "My name is Ron!"
"Mr. Ron!" Basara called timidly.
"Yeah!" Ron responded, bowed his head to eat, and ignored her.
Basara was sitting there, her pretty face flushed red, her white fingers constantly rubbing the corners of her clothes, her expression a little embarrassed.
"Would you care for something to eat?"
Ron also felt that it was inappropriate to leave the girl aside like this, so he asked aloud.
"No... no need..."
replied Bashara, blushing even more.
"Yeah!" Ron picked up the glass in front of him, drank it down, put the glass on the table, and reached for the bottle with the other hand.
Basara seemed to have come to her senses, she quickly reached for the wine bottle and filled it up for Ron before he could.
"thanks!"
Ron smiled slightly, picked up the glass and drank it down again. At this time, Basara seemed to have finally found something to do, and helped him fill it up again.
In this way, one poured and the other drank. Ron drank seven or eight glasses at once.
When Basara filled the wine glass again, Ron pushed the wine glass in front of him and said with a wry smile, "I won't drink anymore, if I drink again, I won't even be able to walk..."
"Puchi—"
Seeing Ron's bitter face, Basara couldn't help laughing, and she covered her cute little mouth with her hands.
"It's time to leave too!" Satisfied with wine and food, Ron took out the space bag and prepared to pay the bill. In addition to the meal money, Basara's tip was also given, after all, she had been sitting for so long.
Based on his sympathy for the gypsy girl, Ron decided to give more.
At this time, a male waiter walked over quickly and said to Ron, "Mr. Mercenary, there is a table of guests over there who just watched Miss Basara's singing and dancing, and would like to invite her to accompany her for a drink. I don't know..."
Miss Basara was a little startled, and immediately interrupted, "Mr. Waiter, don't you see that I already have guests?"
Seeing that Basara didn't want to go, Ron put down his hand holding the interspatial bag and said, "That's right, didn't you see that she was drinking with me?"
The waiter hesitated for a moment, "But...that's an orc..."
"Orcs?"
Basara's face turned pale with a "shua-" when she heard it, and a look of fear appeared on her face. She clenched her silver teeth and tried her best not to cry out.
Seeing Basara's expression, Ron understood. He glanced at the waiter and said, "Mr. Waiter, does your tavern have any rules about interrupting others' service?"
Basara opened her beautiful big eyes wide in surprise, her long eyelashes fluttering constantly, and looked at Ron in disbelief.
"That's not true, but..." The waiter hesitated for a moment, he meant to let Ron take the initiative and let Miss Basara out.
Ron said without hesitation, "It's fine if you don't have one, tell him that Miss Basara is drinking with me, and I don't have time to accompany him now..."
When Bashara heard it, a grateful look appeared in her eyes.
"OK!"
The waiter looked at the two helplessly, then turned and went back.
"Thank you!"
Basara said sincerely that she was different from the human women in the orc empire, and if she was asked to serve the ugly orcs, she would rather die.
"It's okay! You can sit down for a while..." Ron said with a smile.
As soon as Ron finished speaking, there was a "bang—" behind him, like the sound of knocking over a table, and at the same time, a voice roared.
"Which bastard is so bold that he dare not give me face? What? He's still a human?"
"Mr. Markham...Mr. Markham...you can't go over..." The waiter's anxious voice sounded.
There was a commotion from behind, and Ron frowned, just in time to meet the eyes of the person coming.
"It's you?"
Slightly taken aback, both sides were a little surprised.