It is said that the place where the chicken worker works is the most humane place. It is said that people cannot fight against human nature - you see, it's good here. Very retro-style stone pillar arch -

“...... Why does it look so familiar?" Cybertron's head tilted, looked horizontally and vertically, and finally decided with a big top for a long time: "Damn! Isn't this the door frame that only exists in the ancestral grave when we go to the ancestral grave every year?"

“...... You...... Eyes are fine, right?"

"Why am I lying to you? That's it for the Tomb of the Immortal King. Cybertron glanced at Marand and explained unhappily, "The front door of our Immortal King's grave is built with this style of stone pillar arch. ”

Marand almost said the sentence "The ancestors of the Bourkeso people opened a brothel?", but he forced it back. Because he saw the two long swords that Cybertron was carrying behind his back again—both of them were almost touching the ground, and to be honest, Cybertron's height was really problematic—but this strength was even more problematic!

In fact, the decoration of this store is retro, which happens to restore the ancient style of the era of the Immortal King. It's just that Zhang Guan Li Dai, the father is like a son - it is misunderstood.

In fact, Marand sometimes really wants to say that it is not because of his strength that he is a Bourkeso. He wasn't a good mercenary, and it was his business to brag about it.13 But he had to know how many pounds and taels he had—he didn't fully understand the Burkesos. But...... The tribal emblem tattoo on Cybertron's chest really resembles the emblem of the legendary Bourkeso. And the decorative tattoos on his arms that go around his chest are actually those of the Hellroaring Clan. So, Marand has to test Cybertron.

But even if the other party is not from Bourkeso, the strength of these two arms is not bad! It is also good to work for your own mercenary group!

"Marland......, why did you come back? Who's the new chick?"

At the door, there was a strong man standing on the street, who was about 1.9 meters tall, and he looked like a warrior. Bald head, bold face, and a face of flesh and wrinkled eyebrows, but Cybertron has been mixed with his father's appearance for many years. Compared with his barbarian father, the strong man in front of him is just a law-abiding and kind citizen.

However, this gentleman smiled as soon as he saw Cybertron, and he smiled very dirty. And two more filthy words popped out of his mouth.

"Eh, I don't see it, it's really bold to be naked. And tattoos...... What is that ornament in the back? Sword? Let me see, wood or cotton? I ...... Huh?"

Marand didn't stop him, and the bald guy had already touched the two long swords behind Cybertron's back.

Human beings are like this, they will give themselves an explanation for what they don't believe. The bald guy doesn't believe that Cybertron is carrying a real guy, and it seems that in terms of the aesthetic concept of this world, Cybertron's appearance is slightly better.

Or rather, it's very good-looking.

Cybertron hadn't figured out what the lingua franca was talking about, because the guy had a strange accent and was drunk. But the language is not clear, the action is understood, and the other party's hands reach over to touch the guy who is eating - the weapon.

After all, he is also a character who has lived in the circle of barbarians for sixteen years, and his temper is naturally not very good when he is beaten every day. Seeing that the strong man in front of him reached over and did not clean, Cybertron made a trip with his right foot and easily kicked the opponent's ankle bone. In the screams of the other party, he took the other party's belt and threw it outside on the street.

"I'll you!" Cybertron tossed a brawny man out of the way, and jumped on his unconscious body.

"That's right—" Waiting for Cybertron to kick the other party for a long time, he raised his head and asked Marand, "Who is this?"

"......" Marand said in his heart: "That's it, don't say anything else, this nervous system should be a barbarian—— who beats people like you, and then ask after the fight?

"I don't know. Marand also knew that the other party and himself were only nodding friends, and in one literary word, it was: prostitution. After all, literati meet friends with literature, drinking friends meet friends with wine, and friends who meet in this place can only meet friends with prostitutes.

It's not too familiar, at most it's just that we've drunk together before. In order for him not to cause trouble, he immediately took Cybertron's hand and walked inside: "He wants to touch your weapon, right? ”

"Oh. ”

With a yes, Cybertron followed Marand into the chicken worker's workplace - this place had never been in his previous life or this life, but he didn't expect that the first place to give him a novelty when he arrived in the other world was actually this place - he couldn't help but sigh how wonderful life encounters were. The exterior is decorated with stone buildings, while the interior is mostly made of wood. I didn't see any elaborate carvings or decorations, more similar to ...... A small inn?

It's the kind that gives people a very clean feeling, and there is no disease at first glance. In this age of plague, cleanliness is more important than anything else, let alone this mucosal contact trade?

"Hello, Mr. Marland. Marand was greeted by a woman of about twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, but Cybertron looked at the other man with no interest in the slightest—heavy makeup to the point. Of course, it is said that this is to be worthy of the customer's artistic virtue: "What? We have always forbidden to bring your own alcohol and food - what do you mean by bringing [chicken] to us yourself?"

"Bah, shut up – thankfully you speak a local dialect. Marand quickly put his arms around the woman with heavy makeup and made a silent gesture - by the way, he put it on the woman's chest: "This is not a local. ”

"What? You're cheating on outsiders again?" Seeing that Marand was doing something to herself, the woman immediately knew that at least there was business to do, and Cybertron, who was standing dumbly on the side, didn't seem to steal her own business.

"What do you mean by [and] pit outsiders?" Marland was upset: "I'll tell you, this is a man." ”

"Oh......? That's weird, what a handsome boy. You want to 'change your mouth'? I didn't expect you to be a universal plug-" Immediately, the eyes of the technical workers were drawn to Cybertron.

"What did you say?" Marand also thought that Cybertron's appearance really confirmed the true meaning of the times: the times are different, and men and women are the same. But the problem is that you can't say this on the surface, and it will not have a good impact on your future mercenary career: "I'm a serious person - this kid is not ordinary, at least better than me." By the way, you must not touch the things he is carrying behind his back. ”

"Hmm...... Although he is small in stature, his abdominal muscles are very ...... What was he carrying behind his back?" the chicken worker shook his skirt and came to Cybertron's side in what seemed to be a charming gesture - the smell of inferior perfume was so strong and pungent that Cybertron almost fell on his head.

"Hehehe, I'm still very shy—that'...... Hey, hey, hey, you're kidding, he's carrying a piece of wood, isn't he? It can't be a real guy, right?"

"You've received all the Minotaurs, don't tell me you don't know the goods. It is normal for Marand to be dishonest with both hands on chicken workers, and one cannot fight against human nature: "I tried it secretly, real guy." It's about 200 kilograms or more, and this kid plays like child's play. Reputedly...... It's a Bourkeso. ”

“...... Don't you know—"

"Just know each other among the mercenaries - if it's true, our mercenary group will find a treasure. It doesn't matter if it's not, it's also a good cannon fodder. Marander's heart was refreshed, of course, not only in his heart, but also in his hands: "He...... You will be a guest, prepare something good for him, and count everything you eat and drink in my account first. ”

"Isn't that right?"

"Why? Do I owe you money?"

"Not really, otherwise I would have kicked you over. The chicken worker gave Marand a blank look, and from words he knew that she was a person who loved and hated (money). Then he covered his mouth again and chuckled: "I mean: where is there a guest who is more beautiful than Sister Yao? Are you here to smash the field?—— in case this kid says that he wants someone more beautiful than him - I don't have it here." ”

"Hehe, that's right—" Marland laughed evilly.

I said...... Marland, my friend, what are you talking about?" Cybertron was a little overwhelmed, his heart was like a mirror, knowing that the other party must not have said anything good and was coming for him. But I had to continue to pretend to be stupid: "It's so hot in here! If it's okay, I'll go out first - it smells so good, it smells bad." ”

"It's really uninteresting...... "Barbarian."

Marland laughed in his heart, and he couldn't help it: "I'll find you a room - by the way, do you want a woman?"

"What do you want a woman for?" Cybertron asked innocently, "Why? Eat it?—— you still have a habit of cannibalism here? ”

When he said this, the people who gradually watched the surroundings, whether they were chicken workers or prostitutes, were all stunned, and then their heads were full of black lines.

“...... Forget it, while it's still dark, this is your place to stay, you come with me. Marand saw more and more people, and immediately said, "I will take you to go through the formalities, and you can come and go in and out of the city as you like in the future." ”