"Come on, come on, look, the most beautiful dancer's dancing~~. "A fat middle-aged man, with a finger as thick as a sausage and a silver ring on his fingers, stood outside the curtain and kept greeting people who came and went, and bursts of cheers and applause erupted in the curtain.www.biquge.info

"Jingle Bell." Men kept handing the silver coin to the middle-aged man, and then couldn't wait to open the curtain and walk in, when the curtain opened, I saw that on the platform built of wood, a gypsy girl dressed in exposed clothes twisted her waist with the music, her wheat-like smooth skin, Yingying's slender waist twisted like a snake, and the men in the audience clapped their hands wildly.

"That's it." Jeff took One-Eyed and the hermaphrodite girl to the rebuilt Wanderer Artist Camp.

"Where is this?" The girl looked timidly at the curtain, frightened by the mania behind it.

"I'm going to let you study here from today." Jeff said to the girl.

"Studying?"

"That's right, come on." Jeff walked to the entrance, but the middle-aged man reached out to stop them, and Jeff snorted dissatisfiedly, took out three silver coins from the money bag around his waist and handed them to the man, and then he was allowed to enter.

When the three of them entered the venue, they saw that the gypsy girl was like a star, and the men were attracted by her graceful figure and agile dancing, and kept spilling coins at her, of course, the nobles and merchants who could spill silver coins, but even so, the majority of the commoners expressed their love for the gypsy girl with their tears and applause.

"What is she doing?" Jeff's girl watched this crazy scene in amazement, he had been disgusted and hated by the villagers for no reason since he was born, and the women at the bottom of this era often endured threats such as violence.

"This is the best female dancer among the Wanderer entertainers." Jeff said to the girl.

"Daphne, Daphne, Daphne~~." When the curtain came up on the gypsy, her name rang out throughout the venue, and the gypsy girl was as reserved as the queen of the palace, smiling and ending her performance with a flying kiss.

"Well, follow me." Jeff squinted at the startled girl and said to him.

The trio pushed past the crowd and went behind the scenes, when the clown took the stage, but his clumsy bells and juggling only caused people to throw rotten leaves, and even then the clown went out of his way to perform, unconcerned about the malicious ridicule of the people.

"This is the backstage, you can't just go in." When they came to the back of the stage, they were stopped by a bald strongman who performed weightlifting, and it seemed that he was also tasked with security in addition to putting on a show.

"Don't worry, we're just admirers of Daphne." Jeff took out a silver coin and handed it to Hercules, but Hercules took the silver coin but did not move, Jeff pouted and took out another silver coin and handed it over, at this time Hercules got out of the way.

"Daphne on the left." Hercules said to them.

"Hmph, greedy fellow, you really deserve to go to hell." Jeff muttered quietly.

"You clumsy fellows, those clothes should have been washed a long time ago, and who else stole my gem, didn't you know it was a gift from the Baron?" I haven't seen Daphne but I heard her voice, completely different from the beauty and cuteness on the stage, Daphne in the backstage is like a domineering queen, and the whole backstage people revolve around her.

"Miss Daphne." Jeff smiled brightly and looked at Daphne, who was standing angry among the other actors.

"Who is it? Didn't you know that outsiders were not allowed to enter here? Daphne tucked her brown hair back, and she questioned the intruder with a puzzled look.

"We are your admirers." Jeff bowed slightly, his humble attitude aroused Daphne's favor, she sat on a wooden stool, it was a special stool for her, no one could sit on it without Daphne's permission, once a new actor accidentally sat on this stool, only to be sued by Daphne to the class master, the actor was whipped.

"I have a lot of admirers." Daphne's slender and tight legs, cardamom red toes, and rounded ankles can easily provoke men's most instinctive desires.

"Goo~~, Miss Daphne, in fact, this niece of mine likes your dancing very much, she wants to learn from you, and I hope you can take her." Jeff swallowed, and with great difficulty he forced his attention away from Daphne's thighs and the plump and towering bears, and said the purpose of the trip.

"When my apprentice? Ha, do you think I'm a dancer who can be accepted by anyone? Daphne said disdainfully, although she could not go in and out of the local court like other more famous dancers, but she was also relatively famous in the market, and she had her own ambitions and goals.

"Then I'm willing to offer a small gift." Jeff untied the wallet from his belt and gently placed it in front of Daphne.

"Tsk, I can't see that you still love your niece." Daphne was unmoved, she was not one of those gypsy women who could be sent to bed with a few silver coins, she considered herself a noble among gypsies, and she was really not short of money.

"This~~." Jeff was worried, he didn't expect this gypsy woman to reject him, this is not like those gypsy style who are greedy for money.

"I don't think it's better to attach one more condition." At this time, One-Eye, who had been silent, spoke.

"What?"

"My master is an influential merchant, and he can offer Miss Daphne a chance, a chance to dance in the duke's court." One-Eye said to Daphne.

"What, do you mean you can make me dance in front of the Duke?" Daphne stood up excitedly when she heard this, she was so excited that her body trembled slightly, what a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but she couldn't believe it, she kept currying favor with the nobles, and even did not hesitate to commit to an old and fat baron, but even then she did not get permission to enter and leave the court.

"Yes, I do." Jeff glanced at One-Eye meaningfully, and replied affirmatively to Daphne.

"Well, for your sake, I'll take her, tsk, looks clumsy." Daphne nodded in agreement, and picked up Jeff's purse and looked at the thin-looking girl in front of her with disdain.

Jeff sees Daphne accept the girl and says goodbye satisfied, while Daphne tells Jeff to remember his promise until Jeff and One-Eye leave the backstage.

"Phew, I can't believe it, is this true?" Daphne looked at Jeff's back, a little unconvinced that a merchant was capable of letting herself into the castle.

"Excuse me, what should I do now?" The girl asked, timidly standing behind Daphne.

"Ha, I almost forgot about you, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is ~~." The girl was about to answer, but Daphne interrupted her, only to see Daphne talking to herself.

"Well, you'll be called Tess from today onwards!" Daphne said casually to the girl.

Unaware of Jeff's intentions, Arold was standing in the open space of the castle's barracks when he saw two warriors in the middle of the wooden fence, one of them wearing a dog-muzzled helmet, chain mail and lobster gauntlets, a kite shield and an unedged heavy sword.

Opposite the Mecklenburg foot heavy cavalry was an Oriental warrior wearing a Don helmet and iron mask, and wearing a suit of leather and iron armor made of leather and iron plates, and in his hand the Oriental warrior held a sword that was also not sharpened, but it was very straight and had a long hilt.

"Start~." Arold looked at the two men facing each other like tigers, and nodded to the referee standing in the middle of the field holding a wooden pole.

"Wow~~." The Eastern warrior in armor attacked first, turned the horizontal sword in his hand, and strode forward and pounced forward, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Ping~~." The heavy cavalry on foot did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly raised their shields to resist the attack, and at the same time bent their knees to lower their center of gravity, and the horizontal knife hit the shield with a muffled sound.

The Eastern warriors were agile in their steps, but the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry was heavily armoured and carried their shields towards the Eastern warriors. The two fought in the clearing, one of them was like a spirit snake, jumping and moving in an attempt to test the other's weakness, while the other was like a clumsy but deadly bear, holding a giant claw to force back the opponent's attack, but trying not to expose his Achilles' heel.

"Good fight." Count Ron stood beside Arrod, who watched the duel in front of him with great interest, and became intrigued by the Oriental warriors, especially the armor on them that was different from that of the Europa warriors.

"What do you think is a little bit about them?" Arrod remained silent, pointing to the Oriental warrior wielding a horizontal sword in the field, and asked Count Ron.

"They move very flexibly, of course I think it's because of the armor, which looks light, and combines the lightness of leather armor with the defense of chain mail." Count Ron was also a battle-hardened knight, and he quickly discovered the convenience of the armor worn by the Eastern warriors.

"Well, I think I can form a team of armor warriors." Arrod nodded, and he agreed with Count Ron's words.

"But what I care about most is the knife in their hand, which seems to be very sharp! Look at the sharp cut, like a sword and like a knife, Si, you can imagine that if you open the edge, it will be a nightmare for the enemy. Count Ron shook his head and frowned, and sighed in amazement.