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The sporadic three or five guests drank themselves, their eyes were attracted by magnets, and they looked at the graceful shadow in front of the wine cabinet.

Lorovia wore a long dress with a slit in aqua blue, her breasts were high, and two white and smooth softness were like warm snakes, holding high the various wines and gently swaying and mixing, and after a series of pleasing movements, the wine poured into a silver line and flowed into the glass, and the glasses were lined up in front of the wine table.

In an instant, the wine glass reflected the wine in the warm yellow light, rendering a dreamlike color, and the seductive red lips curved a touch.

"This guest, your wine is ...... ready"

"Hostess, I'm here to ...... today"

"Shh......h Let's drink the wine first!" Rodin shuddered excitedly, raised his wine glass with a wry smile and drank it all, and instantly the refreshing mint aroma filled his mouth, and he exhaled unconsciously.

"Lorovia, you said you know Osi's whereabouts, can you tell me a little bit about it?"

"Hee-hee, no problem. The proprietress blinked charmingly, "I'll tell you when this round is done." “

"Why do you have to drink every time I see you?" muttered Rodin, the last time he was drunk still remembered. Obviously reason kept him away from drunkenness, and there was a trace of longing in his heart.

That feeling of drunkenness and drunkenness is irresistible to any wine lover, and Lorovia's invitation seduces his hidden wine worm.

On the surface, he looked embarrassed, but Rodin was not slow to start. In the midst of the other party's soft laughter, a round of twelve glasses of mixed wine disappeared in a moment, and all fell into his stomach.

Occasionally, he paused for a moment as if he were enjoying it, reminiscing about the wonderful touch of the wine across his taste buds, and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He couldn't have imagined that wine was such a wonderful thing, and he had to drink it many times to experience the true taste.

Lorovia nodded, "Only when you have a good time with good wine can you have a good conversation." ”

With that, she boldly raised a bottle of addictive spirits and drank bitterly.

Drinking too quickly, drops of wine spilled from her red lips, slid down her smooth chin and swan-like neck, wetting a large piece of her breast, revealing a rich patch of skin in a hazy way.

The eyes of the onlookers widened instantly, their necks stretched, and they swallowed their saliva for a while.

Rodin is no exception, I don't know if it's the heat of the wine or the heat of the heart, "Luoluo...... Wei Ya, can you tell me now?"

Lorovia's pink lilac tongue licked away the wet liquor from her lips, ignoring the wolf-like gazes around her, "Ossie is a stinky man! If you want to ask him for a debt, I advise you to die of this heart, and he still owes the old lady a big wine bill. “

"Not really......"

"Oh, then you'll have to tell me the ins and outs, or don't try to get a word out of my mouth!"

Lorovia glared at him coquettishly, and after a little thought, he agreed.

"Let's take a step to talk. “

After listening to what happened, Lorovia's slender finger tapped her temple, "I'm not mistaken, you can be honest,

A good drinking buddy indeed. It's a pity that IMHO, this guy can't do anything like murdering relatives and plundering property. “

"Oh?" Rodin's eyebrows furrowed, "You know, the clever predator usually hides himself in the shadows and does not trigger until the target completely relaxes his vigilance before striking a fatal blow. “

"That's it, you have your insistence, I won't interfere too much. She stared into the other's eyes, "Ossie should spend time in Grace's bathhouse with the little stupid girl this time." “

"I don't think he's aware of the extra windfall. “

Rodin got the answer and was about to leave, when the person behind him suddenly wrapped around his shoulders like a boneless snake, and said with a smile, "Friends belong to friends, and you can't afford to pay for the round of wine just now!"

Grace's Bathhouse is located next to the largest brothel in St. Gallen, and is surrounded by a gourmet street and a variety of shops, providing a wealth of entertainment for those who have nothing to eat.

The streets are filled with red-faced, drunken sailors, rude-mouthed dock porters, pot-bellied merchants, and even a few richly dressed nobles who have come in search of excitement.

But no matter how glamorous and gorgeous the appearance is, when you enter the bathhouse, you are all naked.

The difference is that some have fair skin, some are dark, some are obese, and some are thin. They laugh and laugh, gag, sit or lie down, while maids wearing bath towels wear flowers and butterflies back and forth to rub and massage the guests in need.

But if you're looking for something special, the huge public bath in the middle is obviously out of place, and the countless carved private baths around it are the best place to go.

The hazy wall is full of spring in the middle of the wall, and from time to time there are bursts of screams that make people blush and hot one after another, and a group of five big and three thick men laugh and curse in the giant bath in the center of the outer room, and occasionally there are itchy people, so they pull the maid who serves and goes straight into the private room.

It wasn't until one person entered the bathhouse that the original ambiguous and exciting atmosphere was suddenly broken, the men gasped, and the women covered their mouths in amazement.

The person who came was not a strong man with a big waist and a round waist, but a well-proportioned ape arm, a bee with an inverted triangle on the back of the waist, full of powerful beauty, a handsome face, and a flowing ponytail at the back of his head.

And out of sight, tough muscles lurk under the skin like docile little snakes.

What was truly terrifying was the scars that crawled all over his back and chest, as hideous and terrifying as clusters of entangled centipedes. Even the veteran hunters who have been fighting monsters all year round, and the retired veterans of the Inquisition, can't reach this level.

Covered with scars, silent intimidation, the huge bathhouse was silent.

It wasn't until the high-pitched hoarse cry of the private bathroom sounded, and with a "boom", the bathhouse returned to normal order, talking about the uproar, but several curious eyes locked on him.

The visitor walked to the corner room and knocked on the door.

"It's Lord Ossi inside. ”

After a while, an impatient voice sounded, "I don't know any Osi! ”

"Contemptible Rodin, there are some things I would like to ask. “

"You stupid donkey from the countryside, can't you see the form clearly? Now the uncle is busy, hurry up!"

"Bang-" The closed bathroom door was kicked open, revealing two sleek figures inside.

The man's eyes widened in astonishment, the black mole on his cheekbones was very conspicuous, and a delicate and thin woman was leaning against the crook of his arm, her face was like a peach blossom.

"It seems that Your Excellency is in good spirits on happy occasions!"