At the same time, on the open-air balcony on the top floor of the Istar family base camp, Istar, who was lying on a bench, listened to the report of the young man, raised her hand, took a pipe, and took a cigarette, as expected. Talking to himself like this.
"Sure enough, I refused, but yes, so good children, even the best and strongest family members must be treated as treasures. Since Hestia family members are fortunate enough to get the lowest faction, how can they easily let go? ?"
"So, Lord Istar, what should we do?" the young man asked respectfully.
"Do you want to attack the family of Hestia?"
"Initiate an attack on the family of Hestia?" Ista looked at the young man with a smile, not answering this question, but asking instead.
"In other words, do you have a chance to win the "Tyrant"?"
"I... I don't..." the young man said dumbly.
"However, the opponent is only one person no matter what, if we dedicate all of our Istar family, plus "that" is there, winning an adventurer, shouldn't it be easier? "
Hearing that, the glamorous goddess was just silently smoking and exhaling smoke, causing the surrounding air to become a little heavy.
The young man who didn't understand what his main god was thinking could only lower his head there, and couldn't say a word.
Under such circumstances, time passed by bit by bit with a somewhat uncomfortable slowness.
"Ok?"
At this moment, Istar noticed something strange.
"Master Istar?" the young man said strangely.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Don't you feel it?" Shi Shiran's brow pursed slightly, Shi Shiran said.
"It looks like some commotion has occurred."
"Commotion?" The young man noticed a slight strangeness.
Through the open-air balcony, looking to the joyful street in the distance, a different kind of hustle and noise seems to be going on.
Watching this scene, Istar's beautiful brows pursed deeper and deeper, and finally there was no way to stand up like a neglect, walked out of the open-air balcony, and even walked out of her luxurious and spacious room.
Following the wide corridor like the inside of a chalk castle, Ista walked into her palace, then walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor, and went all the way down to the lobby on the first floor.
This is a hall like a ballroom.
Entering from the gate, the first thing you see is a very ornately decorated hall.
There is a ladder on the left and right sides of the hall, which spreads upward along the wall, forming a corridor directly in front of the hall door.
In the corridor, Esta walked out of the inside with her entourage, came to the front of the railing, and looked down at the hall below.
At this time, in the lobby, a group of Amazons who were quite exposed and irritated were arguing there.
Aisha, who was in the lead, stood aside, as if lost in thought, silent.
Looking at the noise below, Istar raised the pipe in her hand and knocked on the railing, so that the crisp sound of "clang clang" echoed throughout the hall.
At this moment, all the noisy Amazons below all seemed to be pinched by their throats, and their voices stopped abruptly.
The noisy scene instantly returned to silence.
Including Aisha, all Amazons raised their heads and looked at the corridor above.
Against the gazes of all the prostitutes present, Istar asked straightforwardly.
"Why is it so noisy?"
A group of fighting prostitutes immediately glanced at each other, and then they gathered their eyes on Aisha.
Aisha also raised her eyes and looked at Ista above, explaining the situation.
"I heard that the "tyrant" seems to have come to Happy Street, claiming that he hopes to buy a woman with a little bit of strength for one night, and be satisfied. For this reason, he put a ring in the center of Happy Street."
"'Tyrant'?" Estah's beautiful eyes lit up suddenly, and then she laughed.
"Unexpectedly, that kid was delivered to the door by himself."
All the fighting prostitutes immediately became uproarious again.
"Even the rumored "tyrant" is a man."
"As a man, it's impossible not to come to Happy Street to find happiness, right?"
"I just don't know what the rumored "tyrant" tastes like."
"Do you still want to taste? It's not your turn!"
A group of prostitutes suddenly became like shrews in the vegetable market, chattering non-stop.
"As you can see, Lord Istar." Aisha shrugged.
"The sisters here are going to bite the fat of'Tyrant', that's why they are so noisy."
"It's really fat." Ista smiled, and then said something like this.
"In that case, I'll go take a look too!"
"Wh... what?!" The prostitutes suddenly became more noisy.
"Master Istar planning to go, too?"
"It's over, it's really not our turn now."
"Master Istar just hates it. Picking the best one every time doesn't give us a chance."
"That's right."
The prostitutes complained there.
However, Istar no longer paid attention to the prostitutes, but with a thrilling smile, and there was a pleasant look in her eyes.
"Let me see with my own eyes, what's so special about the man Freya is fond of."
If the man who refused Freya was given it by himself, don't know how wonderful the expression of that beauty god is
When I thought of this, Istar was a little unbearable, took her entourage, walked down the stairs, and then, together with a group of fighting prostitutes, rushed to the center of Happy Street.
Aisha who followed at the end didn't know what she was thinking, she lowered her head, her eyes flickered slightly.
…
At the same time, on the top floor of the Tower of Babel, in a luxurious suite, in front of the wall-like glass windows, Freya held her slender arms, looking at the direction of Happy Street, a pair of beautiful eyes slowly Squinted.
"I didn't expect that the kid would go there directly..."
In Freya's "eyes", in the direction of Happy Street, the brilliance of the soul like the incomparable sun was shining there, telling the beauty god what the man who occupies all of his heart is doing.
"... The last time I was so close to "Jian Ji", this time I went directly to Happy Street. Why do you keep looking at other women in your eyes, but never look at me?"
The goddess in charge of beauty and love uttered heartbreaking words, and her pitiful tone was enough to arouse any man's desire for protection.
However, the face of this goddess wore a stunningly beautiful smile from beginning to end, with one hand resting on the glass window, looking at the place where the dazzling soul is radiant, his eyes gradually appeared. Rich obsession color.
Immediately, Freya whispered so softly.
"However, our game should also start, let me see your handsome side, my favorite man..."
…
"Boom!"
In the center of the bustling Happy Street, a heart-shrinking muffled sound resounded once again under the night sky.
Under the muffled sound, the whore who did not know which number flew upside down like a cannonball, rolled on the ground, and finally piled up with a large group of prostitutes, her head tilted, and she didn't move at all.
"Okay." Noah said as formulaic.
"Next."
The men and women around took a look at the piles of prostitutes, and then at Noah, who was standing in the center of the ground cracked like a spider web and had not moved from the beginning, one by one. All necks were shrunk.
"How many are these?"
"There are twenty, right?"
"More than that? I'm afraid there are thirty, right?"
"Unfortunately, I couldn't even survive a single blow."
"It deserves to be an adventurer with the name of a "tyrant", violent enough..."
The onlookers seemed to really regard this game as a festival, and they were all talking about it.
Especially the male gods who feared that the world would not be chaotic, even spread the things here, so that more and more people began to gather here.
Over time, Happy Street really becomes more and more lively as if it is holding a festival.
At this moment, a person yelled.
"Look! The family of Istar is here!"