The dark late night is just the beginning of nightlife for the border city, Federer. The depravity of drunken gold is so discordant in this city that should have been built to protect the empire, but in this darkness, it is so natural.

Fils, the largest gold cave in Federer's city, tonight is no different from the past, the women dressed up in flowers, scratching their heads on the balcony on the second floor to the passers-by, the waves are rolling, so that many passing men can't help but look up, looking at the surging waves, thinking of the yellow-faced woman and the shriveled pockets at home, can only look at the ocean sigh.

This is a place that only the aristocracy can afford.

In the daytime, the arrogant and dignified aristocratic young masters and gentlemen, before stepping into this gate, still maintained their human and dog appearances, but a pair of wolf claws had long been impatient to linger among the woman's round buttocks and enlarged breasts.

After you go in? Have a few glasses of wine, play the piano and chant poetry, and then go to bed to run errands.

It's not elegant, just go to bed and do things.

In short, the result is the same, the difference between a nobleman and a commoner, I am afraid is the difference between the quality of a woman and the environment.

This is clearly exemplified by the wild bar that offers a variety of nightlife services for adventurers and mercenaries just across the street from Fishel.

Of course, the bar is just a coat, and its essence is similar to that of Fils, but whether it is the environment or the quality of service, it has nothing to do with it.

If there is one thing that the eight poles have in common, there is really one Mimi, that is, they share a dark back alley.

"Bang!" A dark shadow was thrown out of the back door of Fils and slammed to the ground.

"Fuck, you are an exiled nobleman, you dare to come to Lao Tzu to pretend to be forced if you have no money, give him some color and see!" The words were closed, and several big men rushed out of the back door, punching and kicking at the black shadow that was thrown out, and after a while, it seemed that they saw that the person was almost out of breath when he was beaten, and the leading big man asked everyone to stop, "Stinky boy, if it weren't for Viscount Hank's intercession, Lao Tzu would sell you to the silver house!" Lao Tzu told you, there are people above Lao Tzu, don't think that you dare not touch you with the title of half a nobleman! Next time I let Lao Tzu see you dangling here, Lao Tzu will immediately take you to the silver hall and let the men take turns on you! Go, go back. ”

As the group left, the dark figure moved, got up in disgrace, and spat at the back door.

"Phew, sir, if I hadn't been sucked dry by that, I would have been caught by your garbage? Master, I remember your dog words! Feng Liu was puzzled, kicked the door a few more times, and then opened the door without waiting for the other side to react, and jumped into the back door of the wild bar with a puff of smoke, and bumped into the chef who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Yo, why did you kid come back like this! This dress, where did it come from, it's quite aristocratic. The fat cook Feiwood asked with a smile, apparently recognizing Feng Liu.

"I was originally an aristocrat." Feng Liu didn't have a good airway, "Although it is difficult." ”

"Yes, yes, our fallen noble thief." The fat cook continued to laugh, "Since you are here, let's change our clothes quickly, we are worried about the lack of manpower." ”

"There are still a lot of people eating at this time?" Doubts flashed in Feng Liu's eyes, but he quickly changed into bar overalls from flashing to a small room next to the kitchen, and asked through the door, "What about the boss?" I've got good goods here, and I'm begging for help. ”