"Kerr!"

Someone shouted outside his room.

The sailors agreed to hang out with Cremar (they thought his name was a bit awkward, so they reduced it to Kerr), and said that he would not pay for it himself, as a thank you for writing letters to them and for making ointments against the pesky little creatures, and Yellow Eyes was the most ardent and enthusiastic of them all, and he stood outside the door of Cremar's room, dressed in a sumptuous manner, with a linen shirt with wide sleeves and ribbons at the cuffs, small silver buttons on his waistcoat that were buttoned from the bottom of his neck to the ribs, the leather of his belt and boots shining brightly, and the metal of his dagger and thin scabbard carved with a nine-headed sea dragon。

When Cremar walked out the door, he was boredom but regularly rocking his whole body, they were used to the bumpy deck, the solid and smooth land would make them dizzy, and swaying back and forth like a goose would make them feel better.

The caster wonders where the sailors will take him - brothels or casinos, alas, both are equally ancient and illegal in the world of otherworldly souls, and you can't complain that every traveler (male or female) will want to go to these two places, they are so mysterious and seductive, and so easy to get and safe to use.

Egret Foot was an inn, but Cremar felt that it was not much different from the Blunt Tavern, serving wine and food in the front and back halls on the first floor, and lodging on the second and third floors, but its rooms were much better than the Blunt Tavern, and the innkeepers would light a slightly pungent tatar incense in each of the cleaned rooms to drive away the unwelcome small guests, and the bedding was goose down, wool, and starched white cotton.

As Yelloweye and Cremar walked down the last staircase, there was a wave of joy in the hotel's foyer, and everyone was laughing.

"Ah, they're playing 'Pull off the horse'. Yellow Eyes said.

At this moment, the second round of "pull-downs" had begun, and the crew of the Sparrow had thoughtfully carved out a small open space for their new friends.

The game of "pull off the horse" is very simple, first it requires a man on all fours on the ground, then a woman lying on the man's back, and finally a man standing in front of the woman. The latter two need to lift one foot each against each other and try to overthrow the other.

A woman who is not young and whose face can only be described as ordinary, full of vitality and sensuality, she unscrupulously lifts a fat foot and exposes her calves and knees to the air, the man's feet are several circles larger than hers, and the ankles are much thicker, but she is full of fighting spirit and has no intention of retreating.

Whether it's for a drink or a meal, or for the guests staying here, they're cheering them on, men for men, women for women.

The natural gap between men and women is balanced in the posture of standing and lying down, not to mention the woman and her "horse" She grabbed the man's body with her backhand, her upper body raised, her ass grinding against his hip bones, using his strength against her enemies, and her other unrivaled foot bent her fingers, digging into the gap in the stone floor, her face was red, her skin was hot, she was panting for breath, her hair bun and skirt were scattered in the fight, and the rufang that drooped at her sides shook like a pair of pendulums on a festive day.

"Come on, her!" shouted the men, while the women screamed and spitted.

The battle became fierce, the male opponent's legs had risen above his knees, he clenched his fists, his lips cracked open to reveal two rows of yellow and sharp teeth, no longer pushing but stomping, the woman was not to be outdone, her legs were parted and raised high, the hem of her skirt was piled up at the waist, and the thighs and deeper were in full view, and the men became crazy.

"She's not wearing pants?" Cremar whispered in surprise.

"Why do women wear trousers?" said the boatswain of the Sparrow, bewildered, "and they have nothing to be careful about, only men wear trousers." ”

"Goo~~. Cremar said.

At that moment, the crowd erupted again into shouting and laughing, and the woman was kicked to the ground, her thighs raised high into the air, her skirt covering her face.

"She's got a bit of strength. Yellow Eyes said.

"Then you'll go to her. The boatswain said, "It will not exceed five silver coins." ”

It became clear to Cremal that this was not a game, but a way for prostitutes to solicit customers.

"Come on," the ship doctor pressed the caster's arm, though it wasn't easy for him who was nearly a head shorter than Cremar, "that's not for you." He had a son about the same age as Cremar, so he spoke with an unconsciously coaxing element, "It's still early," he said, "We can go to the bazaar first, you said you wanted to see it, didn't you?"

In the port of Jianjaw, the hawkers sell food, potions and crafts in the dark alleys and in the gaps between the docks, of course, you don't have to look to know that the black and thin fingers are not shoddy fakes or "bait" with a beautiful appearance, they are more fraud, theft and robbery;

There were no laws in Sharp Jaw, or their consuls cared more about the gold than the scales, or more accurately, he valued that one, and Captain Colbert had to take his strongest crew and sharpest knives with him as his own guard, judge, and executor when he did business there.

The ruler of the fortress prefers to have everything in his hands, and he does his best to put it in his mouth, in his pocket, on his fingers, on his body, on his mouth, on parchment, on the bright side, on the dark side, on the buying side, on the selling...... It was all on his radar - in his prison, there were bakers who added chalk and sawdust to bread, merchants who used carefully aged lizard skin armor as dragon skin armor, scoundrels who wandered around and extorted money from machines, smugglers and thieves who often had the wit to turn a business into a business for nothing, and even one or two apprentices of mages who dared to sell inferior potions and scrolls in Cape Fort.

The sailors of the Little Sparrow and Cremar walked out of the inn, and even in the outer city, the road was still for six men to walk hand in hand, the stone was dark brown, slightly arched in the middle, and there were dark sewers covered with perforated stone slabs on both sides, and the houses on both sides of the road had porches protruding outward, and the walls were painted with white lime, and the blue doors and windows were decorated with thin gray-yellow stone slabs, surrounded and dotted with wisteria and roses in full bloom.

The street is almost entirely filled with inns and taverns, scorched hot by the sun, and all sorts of painted and wrought iron pieces hang in the air, silently stating their identity to the people who come and go - the taverns are motifs of grapes and wine glasses, and the signs of the inns appear knives, Forks and keys, and some inns also have sacred trees or flowers of the deity marked on the corners, which is a hint that its owner welcomes the deity's followers and priests to stay overnight, and if there are small weapons hanging from under the one-legged stand, it is a declaration that the innkeeper is happy to entertain mercenaries and adventurers.

They passed a tavern where the people were dancing, and a strong mercenary held up the slender woman high, and her skirt flew above her hips.

The shoe shop with the boots in both hands is drummed, the cow is a dairy, the ears of wheat and the mill are the bakery, the pig's head is the butcher's shop, and the thing that looks like a rope loop......

"Dough circles. Yellow Eyes said. "A nice little snack. ”

In fact, he didn't need to explain, they could already smell the smell of grease, a boiling pot of whale oil tumbling the rope they had just seen, the maker was putting a hand into the mixed batter, and then quickly pulled it out, his fingers fluttering nimbly in the hot air, the distance between the batten grease and the burst grease was no more than the thickness of a piece of parchment, the batter fell into the boiling oil, bubbling, tumbling and expanding, forming a beautiful double figure eight pattern, the whole production process was like a performance, and the crowd of onlookers cheered excitedly。

The scooped up dough was rolled in bean flour and brown sugar and wrapped in a broad leaf, five copper coins each, which was expensive, but it tasted crispy and delicious, and it reminded the soul of the other world of twist and sprinkle.

There were also things he thought were fried buns or sesame balls -- dough wrapped in fruit or pickled fish with sugar, also fried and sprinkled with sesame seeds, the dough and vegetables called "kuscus" made him nostalgic for the various burritos in 24-hour fast food restaurants, and a kind of "round tower soup" that was highly prized by sailors - mutton, vegetables, The olives are boiled together, the clay pot lid is conical, like a wizard's hat, the top is bubbling white, he remembers that in his own world, this kind of tagine pot is used in Northeast restaurants, and it is impossible to verify who is accompanying him, but the strangely shaped lid, melt-in-your-mouth pork and chestnuts are still impressive.

There was also something familiar to him, and that was the fountain of the six giants in the center of the market square, four to five times the size of a human, with a variety of shapes, one of the giants devouring young children was carved out of fear, its bulging muscles seemed to break free from the shackles of its skin, the fangs in its mouth were countable, and there was a deep hole in his ankle, because some suspected that it was not a sculpture, but that some spellcaster had used a spell to freeze several living giants here.

Clean water gushed out of the small holes in the base of the sculpture, each with the thickness of a little finger, and then fell into a huge basin surrounded by ten people, and people kept going up to fill the kettle or stretch out their hands to quench their thirst, and several children and young men and women circled around it and laughed and played, and the droplets they splashed formed miniature rainbows in the sunlight.

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