The revelry in the Goat Hotel continued, and the lyre in the corner had stopped for a moment when someone banged on the table with a glass of wine, shouting for another one. Soon, the musicians started playing again, and the tunes were getting faster and crazier. In many cases, when playing in such an occasion, the important thing is not the technique, but the ability to bring the atmosphere up.

Obviously, the musicians hired by Riley the old goat were indeed very competent. After a while, the people in the hotel fell into an even more frantic situation again. They sang and roared loudly, and many of the men who had drunk until their faces were flushed with their shirts open and slammed their glasses hard, and the splashes of wine mixed with sweat in the air, as if pushing the temperature in the hotel up by several degrees.

However, Riley was caught in the attention of another outrageous scene, and if he had to say what he was thinking, there would probably be only one sentence - are these two young men hungry ghosts?

Stew, a large plate of stew. Sovereign and Paislin almost swept away the food on the table, gravy in one hand and an entire loaf of toast in the other. If someone takes their food or interrupts their dinner now, the end will be miserable.

"For the sake of the Lord God, what have you been through?" Riley said with a sip of mead and round eyes, "Hey, if it weren't for the fact that I was very familiar with the slackers in the back kitchen, I'm afraid that looking at your food, I would have thought that they had suddenly changed their temper and started to cook well...... Hahaha. ”

"You, as you know, cultivators and cultivators who have been in the kingdom are usually very hard......" Paislin took a big bite on the stew, his whole mouth stuffed to the brim, and he even struggled to speak.

Sovereign did not say anything at all, but nodded vigorously as if in agreement.

Before Riley could speak, their conversation was interrupted by a sudden burst of cheering in the hall.

A woman with bright makeup pushed away the man who was holding her behind her, stood on the table to the cheers of the crowd, and danced to the rhythm of the lyre. Her sisters also stood up, cheering her on.

The whole hotel was boiling, and the men raised their glasses and laughed loudly, and some even whistled. The musicians in the corner were also interested, and they played even harder. The woman's whistle was brilliant at the flurry of whistles, a pair of white palms gently lifted the tender green tunic dress, and the little hazel leather shoes struck a crisp and crisp dance on the table. Her soft waist is like a boneless aquatic plant in a stream, writhing lightly with the tune, which makes people think about it.

With a silver bell-like laugh wafting out of her fiery lips and long wavy hair fluttering around her round shoulders, she was like a dancing elf in a crowd, attracting everyone's eyes, breaths, and even heartbeats.

The tune grew faster and faster, her steps became more and more urgent, and finally, in the abrupt end of the whole piece, the woman's soles of her feet made a final crunch on the table, ending her dance.

After a moment of silence, the people in the Goat Hotel erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, and the woman stood on the table and bowed carefully. But is that the end of it? Of course not, she rose gracefully, laughed wildly, and then suddenly pulled her low-necked bodice that held her breasts downward.

Suddenly, a pair of white and tender, symbolizing the plump of the rich earth, broke free from the shackles in the ** air and jumped out. With the swaying figure of the woman, the swaying faint exudes a sultry snow color. The charming pink of the snow dunes delicately rubbed the air, like a polished spark in dry wood, and instantly detonated the inn.

A deafening howl exploded deep in the men's throats, and their eyes were red, as if their souls were on fire. The woman re-necklined, smiling from the table, jumped at the man who had exchanged the gold for her one night.

The next moment, a complete commotion broke out in the hall, and many men who were drunk and had lust in their eyes and wanted to kiss Fang Ze scuffled together. The big man who hugged the woman, like a fighter on the battlefield, waved his muscular arms, trying to repel the "enemy" who rushed up and protect the fruit in his arms.

Looking at this sudden scene, the old goat Riley shook his head helplessly. "These drunk, stupid pigs with only women in their eyes!" he slammed his glass on the table, and said to the two Sovereigns, "Wait for me, boys, and let them fight!

So saying, Riley, the old goat, rolled up his sleeves, called for the work of the hotel, and rushed forward with a loud roar, as if he was not the one who wanted to stop the riot at all. As for Sovereign and Paislin? Well, how can they have time to care about that? They have only one enemy in their eyes, stew and toast!

It has to be said that the old goat Riley is indeed a good fighter, and with his joining, this riot is quickly suppressed. The unlucky ones who took the lead were thrown out of the hotel by the crowd, drawing a graceful arc in the air and smashing into the muddy streets.

"This, this is not fair......" one of the fellows grumbled in the muddy water, still holding a wine glass in his hand, "Beautiful goddess, take another look, will you let me take another look?" he cried out to the woman standing in the doorway.

The other drunks lying beside him also stood up at the same time, as if the other party had just spoken his heart.

The woman laughed harder, but she never disappointed the men who came to Kugir. I saw her quickly lift the hem of her skirt and slap her hand twice on the snow-white, firm ass that was cocked sideways.

The crisp sound of "pop ......" is like a beautiful sound.

The unlucky ones in the muddy water were satisfied, and some even wiped a handful of sticky hair, raised their glasses, and solemnly said, "Salute to you, Goddess of Kugil!" After saying that, he drank the remaining mead, and finally lay down in the mud and got drunk.

"Hahaha......" Everyone laughed and leaned back together.

When Sovereign wiped the remaining gravy off the plate with the last piece of toast in his hand and put it in his mouth, Riley the old goat returned. His face was redder than before, and there was a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth, but it didn't prevent him from showing a victor's smile. "I said it earlier! Don't get into trouble on the old goat's turf! Don't even think about it, haha!"

"I'm sorry......" Sovereign burped, looking at the empty mirror-like plates on the table with some embarrassment, "we're so hungry, if there's not enough gold, I'll pay you more." All in all, thank you for providing us with such delicious food. ”

Riley laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly. "That's enough, little one, you've paid enough. "Don't let anyone know that you're carrying gold coins, boys!" he leaned over and lowered his voice, "Don't let anyone know you're carrying gold coins, boys!

Sovereign and Paislin looked at each other, then nodded gratefully.

"By the way, how has Kugil been doing these days?" asked Peslin, "you know, we want to go to the Westside Province and continue our travels. It's best to get out of here tomorrow, it's frustrating to waste too much time queuing at the town gate. ”

"Not much, but even if it's not much, it's going to take a long time. Riley slammed the table angrily, as if thinking of something very unpleasant, "The sheriff of Kugil, that fellow Gadore, doesn't know what's going on in the last few days! Running around the town like a mad dog, and everyone who leaves the town has to be carefully examined!" He took another glass of mead from Nancy, who was passing behind him, and took a sip of it, "and all the merchants were stuck around the town gates, waiting to be let go! Hell, can you imagine? The mountains of goods are all huddled together, like a rotten vegetable field that smells of foul odor!"

"Wasn't that what it used to be?" asked Soveland.

"Of course not," said Riley, shaking his head at once, "in the past, hah! How could our sheriff waste his time with merchants coming and going? he wouldn't show up, never!"

Sovereign nodded a little worriedly, I am afraid that it is indeed as Pesling said, the secret order of the Imperial Council has been issued here, otherwise this town, which is extremely busy every day, cannot be abnormal for no reason.

"If I were you," Riley said, "I'd run early to line up and be the first to get out of town." Otherwise, you will receive it. ”

"Well, that seems to be the end of it. "Thank you again, kind sir, for your advice." ”

"Alright, alright......," Riley waved his hand, then drank the mead from his glass, and stood up and continued, "Come, boys, let me take you to the guest room! With that, he walked out first.

Without saying anything more, Sovereign followed Riley around the noisy lobby of the hotel and up the stairs to the second floor.

As their backs disappeared into the hall, a man in a cloak in the corner withdrew his long-standing gaze, got up to avoid the staggering drunk, and walked out of the Goat Hotel.

The thin rain made a dull sound against his cloak, and the young man made a quick discernment, and then walked out quickly. His body was unusually agile, like a ghost sneaking in the night, and after turning around, he disappeared into a house in a corner of the town of Kugil.

Meanwhile, in another wooden attic in town, a fair-skinned man was standing in front of a window, admiring the night view in the rain. His hands were relaxed behind his back, and a smile was on his lips. "It's finally here, you've made me wait for a long time......"

His eyes narrowed slightly, reflected in the rain-soaked glass window. One eye was pitch black, like a black gem emitting a cold light, and the other eye was misty and gray.