"Bald" Crocker was quietly observing.

An unhappy look appeared on the young mercenary's face.

He quickly changed to a flattering smile, "It's probably less than a thousand reels......

"Wait, I heard from Mr. Eagle that he owes you nearly three thousand reels."

"Then you must have misheard, or the merchant had misremembered."

Krocke glanced at the blade of the sword, which was less than a centimeter away from his throat, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and continued to reply respectfully, using an honorific as well.

This situation surprised Gross, but on second thought, he felt that this was also being cleaned up.

Things have gotten to such an extent that Gross realizes that the tasks in the game in his previous life have deviated dramatically. The most fundamental reason for these deviations is the disparity in strength between the two sides.

His current strength is much stronger than the original player character, so much so that in this tavern called "Black Dragon's Eye", he has completely become a standing outstanding.

As soon as he fought with the main owner of the mission, Crock, this disparity in strength was instantly revealed, and at this time, the slick rogue leader was facing him with an attitude that bordered on flattery.

To the surprise of the many onlookers in the hall of the tavern.

As well as the unexpected.

He remembered that the "bald" Crocker was very arrogant when he faced players with an inauguration level of less than LV10, and it was not too much to say that he was arrogant, but the man in front of him could not coincide with the image in his memory no matter what.

But who can be sure that this attitude is true or false?

After all, the frost sword was on someone's throat, and it could cut through that raised throat at any time.

There was silence in the hall of the tavern, except for the faint sound of footsteps, and the bronze lamps on the walls were burning, perhaps due to impurities on the cotton cores, which burned with a soft sound under the soaking of grease.

Another group of the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood", under the leadership of "Dogtooth" One, has come to their side.

Crocker exchanged a look with Onee with a complicated expression.

Gross was expressionless.

The two groups surrounded him on the side of the long table, but he did not have any worries or fears, like a tiger falling into a flock, and never gave birth to the slightest cowardice.

He even lowered the Frost Sword.

"Take me to Eve."

He stared at Crocker's nose. Because of the ferocious fist just now, the "bald" Crocker was hit with a large number of nosebleeds, and at this time, the violent face was hung with wisps of red blood, somewhat with some indescribable funny and ridiculous.

However, no one laughed.

The layout of Black Dragon's Eye is very interesting, unlike most other taverns in the world. It consisted of several interconnected halls, and as Crocker led him through the dark corridor into another hall, the light suddenly changed to a different color.

Pink.

An ambiguous color.

The air was also filled with the smell of fat powder and perfume.

Gross couldn't help but shrug his nose, to be honest, the young mountain people couldn't help but have a sensitive reaction in such an atmosphere.

Women, many scantily clad women, saw the arrival of the "bald" Crocker and him, one by one sitting on the sofa in the hall scratching their heads and throwing their winks.

The hall was cut open by numerous pink curtains, and behind these veil-like curtains were large beds. The bed is round, and there are several cabinets next to it, and some strange knick-knack can be seen dimly.

Some special tools.

A memory in his head told Gross what the tools were for, and he glanced at Crocker.

"My lord, if you are interested, I can arrange it for you."

Although Gross had already lowered his sword, Crocker remained respectful, his gaze retracting from the women's bodies, and then quietly looking back at the young mercenary two steps behind him.

The "Black Dragon's Eye" on Metasequoia Street is an interesting place that is famous in the city of Karlsas.

Gambling, alcohol, and when one's emotions become high due to these external stimuli, it also provides a place to vent. All in all, as long as you have enough rael in your purse, you can enjoy a variety of services in this tavern.

A veritable gold cave.

Gross felt his throat run dry and his breathing became slightly short.

Crocker turned, a chuckle tugging at the corners of his mouth.

In this hall, the perfume on these women's bodies actually carries an aphrodisiac and aphrodisiac drug ingredient, and it is very normal for a healthy man to react, especially such a young mercenary with strong blood-

But if you can't control yourself and just vent to your heart's content, it's normal to become limp afterwards.

The other party is very powerful, he is not an opponent.

Crocker admits to this, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything -

The young mercenary had humiliated him before, and if he took the bait, Crocker was more than happy to make him a merry dead man, cut off his head, and then chop the guy into minced meat and feed it to the dogs.

The footsteps behind him slowed.

……

"Dogtooth" Onee stared at the back of Crocker and the young mercenary, and he seemed to show a thoughtful expression - under the almost reckless appearance of "bald" Crocker, he had already discovered that this man was extremely sinister inside.

However, as a member of the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood", he did not debunk Crock's mind.

Although the relationship between the two was not harmonious, he was also happy to see the young mercenary who kicked his nose in the face.

He and his men quickly sat down in the place where Crocker had been.

The red-haired girl in the corner couldn't help but tremble slightly when she saw his figure fall.

"Millie, come here."

Onee beckoned to the girl, his green eyes shining like a hungry wolf.

He also licked his somewhat dry lips with his long tongue.

The red-haired girl reluctantly stood up, but her steps did not move an inch.

"Are you afraid of me? Rest assured, I'm definitely more gentle with women than Crocker. ”

The men on the side walked towards the girl, while the centaurs left behind by Crocker glared at Onne the "Dogtooth".

"It's just a woman, Crocker won't be stingy."

Seeing that the red-haired girl was motionless, and even curled up in the corner, Onee stood up directly.

He glanced at everyone in front of him.

It has to be said that the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood" has a strict and strict hierarchical order, and when Onee walked to the side of the red-haired girl, those Crocker's men were pushed away by a strong arm, and no one made a substantial block.

There is such a thing as a look, even if it shows great indignation and dissatisfaction, but what can it do?

The red-haired girl was held in the arms of One.

There were many people coming and going in the hall of the tavern, but in this very good view, Onee pressed his ugly and distorted face close to the girl's breast, and then, as if the cloth was "smacked" and torn brutally.

The girl cried out in pain and silently shed two lines of tears.

PS: First update!