Cunningham and the others are led by the strange goblin to a tavern called "Fragrance of the Night".

This tavern, which even has a crooked house number, is said to be a tavern, but in fact it also has rooms for food and lodging. It's just that there are not many people in the whole store now, except for the people who run the hall, and the rest are a few poor worms who look like they have a hangover, temporarily homeless and have a little money in their pockets.

You must know that the goblin business is quite loud, but whoever can stay is definitely the rich master. Having money is God's principle of doing things.

If you have money, you can toss as much as you want, these goblins are definitely accompanied by smiling faces, offering you like ancestors. However, if you want to live like your ancestors, you must have enough gold in your pocket to splurge on.

No money, sorry, but the mercenaries raised by the goblins aren't for dry food.

At the least, they were stripped naked and thrown into the street before dawn, and every month there were always a few adventurers who froze to death on the street. Crucially, goblin dealers will be branded as slaves and sold all over the world to supply those with special hobbies.

Or, just dispose of it as a "pig".

The goblin tosses Carningham two bronze plaques with numbers engraved on them, and a copper key with a house number on them. Then explain to him, take care of his companions, don't walk around, look around, etc., and go away on his own.

A few people stood in the middle of the hallway, hesitating what to do next.

"Boom!" a loud bang caught their attention.

A few people looked for prestige, and in the bar of the tavern stood an orc in the shape of a porcupine. Not to mention the figure, those two pairs of fangs alone are enough to shock a few people.

I saw a few people notice me, "Hey, yes, yes, yes, I'm talking about you." The orc waved his hand as he spoke, motioning for Caningham and the others to come over.

"The despicable man's name is Nislot, and as you can see, an orc. Nislot seemed to be very proud of his fangs, and reached out to stroke them a few times, and continued, "At the same time, I am also the owner of this shop, and of course everyone comes to the tavern for fun, right?"

Although Kaningham felt a little inexplicable, he nodded anyway.

Nislot put his hands on the bar and jeopardized in front of a few people, the fangs that nearly poked Biggs in the eye. Biggs was already able to clearly feel the breath coming out of his nose.

"So, guys, would you like something?" Nislot looked at everyone present, "Or ......" Nislot said as he looked up at the door.

There, two orcs, who looked stronger than Andrew, were leaning against the pillar of the doorway with their hands folded on their chests.

Nislot's meaning is very clear, since you are here, you should either spend some time before recreation. Or, I'll have you all thrown out.

Kaningham thought to himself, it's over! This is a black shop.

Kaningham suddenly remembered the key given by the goblin, and hurriedly took out the bronze key with the house number from his bosom, shook it in front of Nislot's eyes, and said, "We have booked a room!"

Nislot took it, looked at it, and muttered, "Damn goblin, you still gave a bronze medal!" and returned it to Kaningham. He rang the bell on the table, turned his head, and headed down the aisle on the side of the bar, shouting, "Bell!

A girl dressed as a maid lifted the curtain of the aisle and walked out. First he bowed respectfully to Nislot, and then, very cautiously, asked, "Boss, did you tell me something?"

Nislot looked at the girl with two eyes, and suddenly, "Smack!"

The maid had an extra slap mark on her face.

Even Kaningham and the others were stunned by this loud slap. What is this, what is the situation?

Nislot suddenly scolded angrily, "Dressed so coquettishly, who are you going to seduce?"

The other people in the tavern seemed to be used to this kind of thing, the basic attitude of watching the fire from the other side, and a few people were still smiling lewdly with the fun of watching a good show, and they had no intention of helping at all.

After Nislot finished scolding, he pointed to Kaningham and the others, and said to the girl, "Damn, go! ”

"Yes!" the girl bowed to Nislot again, turned around, wiped the nosebleed from her face, bowed to Kaningham and the others, and said, "Come with me!"

With that, the girl led the way, walked through the hallway of the hall, and walked down the corner staircase towards the third floor.

Kaningham hurriedly thanked Nislo and turned to catch up with the girl. When the group climbed to the second floor, Jones saw that there were no outsiders, so he caught up with the girl in a few steps and walked with her.

"Well, are you alright?"

"It's okay, get used to it!"

"Since you don't wear this kind of women's dress in the tavern, it would be nice if you don't!" Jones chatted without words.

"Thank you for your relationship, this is the work clothes of the tavern, humans work here, they must be worn!"

"So, why?" he ......," Jones was a little speechless.

"Mr. Nislot, you hate humans. By the way, there you are. The girl stopped at a door.

"Oh!ha! what is that! thank you!" Jones wanted to say something to the girl.

"Let's go, that girl is not something you can touch!" said Cunningham with the key to open the door, and before entering, he patted Jones on the shoulder and whispered to him.

Jones watched the girl leave, and then returned to the room disappointed.

As soon as Biggs and Andre made contact with the big bed, they began to fall asleep. Canningham sat at the guest table in the room, repeatedly looking at the two bronze medals and the skin map that Shelley had given him. Only Haye noticed Jones's mood and seemed a little down.

"Hey, is our most innocent little wolf emotional?"

Jones knocked off Haye's hand on his shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense! I just feel like she's a little special! I can't say what is special for the time being!"

"Tut-tut, do you want me, a love expert, to pay attention to you. Haye dragged the chair and sat it back, putting his hands on the back of the chair and saying with a serious face.

While the two were talking, Kaningham had already put away his things and interjected, "That kind of girl, it doesn't belong to you, don't think about it." It's easy to get yourself in trouble. ”

Haye smiled and didn't speak.

Jones looked at his captain with a puzzled expression.

"I know you may not be convinced, but you haven't been to Kajaran before and don't know much about the underworld. If I'm not mistaken, the girl is supposed to be a slave, or a pig for sale. ”

"Pigs?"

"Say that you are pure, you still don't admit it, "pigs" in the underground world, is goods that can be sold. Hayer chimed in.

Kaningham nodded and said, "Hayer is right, if you touch her, it will touch the entire underground society, understand?" "Even a master in the hero realm may not be able to shake it, besides, you are ...... now"

Cunningham didn't go on, but Jones understood what he meant.

"Take a break! Just in case, everyone rotates. Jones, you're on the first shift!"

"Oh! good!" Jones was still thinking about the girl.

Cunningham knew what Jones was thinking, but said nothing, and turned and walked towards his bed.

Seeing that the captain had gone to rest, Haye quietly walked behind Jones and whispered, "Hey, brother, I know, if an orc is in heat, it will be difficult to control!"

"Go! Get out ......"

"Shhhh

Seeing that Jones was not struggling, Haye continued, "If you really want to think about that, I'll give you a notice!" he said, whispering in Jones' ear for a long time!

Jones's eyes widened as he listened, and he stood up sharply and looked at Hayer, "How can you do ???it?"

Haye straightened up, shrugged his shoulders, didn't speak, and turned to walk towards his bed.

"Hey, you're done?"

The only answer to Jones was Hayer's snoring.