Chris put on his clothes and was guided to the dining room by Lapsey.

Although he still wants to soak for a while, he has not yet developed the habit of being naked in front of others.

The long table is filled with a variety of foods.

Unnamed fruits, roast chicken coated with honey, fluffy bread smeared with butter, wine from the kingdom of men, milky lamb soup stewed with mushrooms... There are all kinds of forests, which makes people have a great appetite.

Chris was not polite at all, and directly began to gluttony with his hands.

For more than 20 days, he hadn't eaten a full meal.

"I still had a long knife on my body before I was put in an iron cage, can you get it back?"

He asked as he ate.

"Uh..."

Lapsey was a little embarrassed.

As long as Chris's weapon is in Sin City, he can get it back, but it's too much trouble, "Dear Chris, why don't I take you to the shop tomorrow and buy one?" Here's a dwarven gem, and it's definitely better than the one you used before! ”

"I've been using that long knife since I was fifteen, and I'm familiar with every texture on the blade."

Chris poured a bowl of mutton soup and let out a satisfied sigh, then picked up the roast chicken and muffled his voice, "Having it makes it easier for me to win in gladiatorial fights, and I believe this is what your master would like to see." And....." he spat out a chicken bone and squeezed out a wicked smile, "besides, that long knife was custom-made by the dwarven master, and it was worth more than a thousand gold coins and a very heavy favor. ”

It also made Lapsey want to punch him with the urge to punch him.

Of course, it's just impulsive, not acting, and he can't beat the other party in his old age.

Well, a dog's leg has to have a dog's leg's consciousness.

Lapsey threw down the sentence that your room was the third upstairs, and turned to go out to find a long knife, and he now felt that the young man was not at all likable.

Before he could get out of the restaurant, though, he was stopped by Chris.

"What else? You greedy guy! ”

Lapsey yelled loudly.

The long knife with more than 1,000 gold coins is still the work of the dwarven forging master, and it costs a lot of money to buy it back!

Damn old widower, God of Light, his master is unlikely to pay for it!

"Haha, Lapsie, don't be so angry with the old man, it hurts the liver!"

Chris followed the words of Aunt Hera in the city of Gardinanras, "I have a way for you to earn back the money you made to retrieve the long knife, are you interested in hearing about it?" ”

Praise the great God of Light, his old man!

Lapsey instantly felt that the young man was cute again.

"I can take part in a gladiatorial fight for you, against the guy who sold me like a beast."

Chris's smile was very bright, as if he was telling a very interesting thing, "I believe that this kind of gladiatorial fight will make you earn a lot of gold coins, right?" ”

Quite a few gold coins indeed.

This kind of scene of enemy duel will be enjoyed by many people.

Lapsey, who has survived in Sin City for many years, is sure to earn a ruby or two in this gladiatorial fight, but this gladiatorial fight is not easy to achieve, "Damn it! The person you said, I know, it's Kurt! He is a free man, not a slave! ”

Sin City is chaotic, but it's also orderly.

For example, a free man cannot be forced to participate in a gladiatorial fight unless the person himself wishes.

"Oh, dear Lapsey, don't refuse me just yet. Think of those lovely gold coins, how pleasant they sound when they collide! How beautiful they are in the sun! You will have a way, I wait for your good news. ”

Throwing words at the demonic temptation, Chris got up and went upstairs.

When he was full, he should go to bed, and he needed to grow back the meat that had been hungry for more than twenty days.

Only the silent Lapsey was left in the restaurant.

Gold is supreme, and he's already thinking about how to turn Kurt into a slave.

Chris's long knife was easy to find.

This long knife, which Avril asked the dwarven forge master to seal, was a weapon with no characteristics other than strong enough, and it was almost unpopular in Sin City.

For a power blade, this knife is a little lighter.

It is a bit too heavy and too long for a flexible knife hand.

So Lapsey bought it back from a blacksmith for less than a hundred gold coins.

Originally, the blacksmith shop had planned to melt the knife and reforge it, but apparently he was not a dwarven master, and he didn't know that unlocking the long knife required the fangs of the gold-devouring beast, the tail needle of the manticore, and the sharp horns of the ice-bone lizard.

As for the news about Kurt, there is no difficulty for him.

Kurt, a free wanderer, had been in Sin City for seven or eight years, and he couldn't remember the exact time. He has always made a living by serving as a guard for caravans, as a broker for nobles, or going out of the city to catch a warrior and sell it as a slave, and after earning money, he squandered it in taverns or brothels.

This lifestyle abounds in Sin City.

Many ended up as freedom gladiators to make a living, or were reduced to selling themselves as slaves.

Whichever one you choose, the final outcome will be a corpse for the beast to eat.

He's getting soon, and few people hire him anymore.

The long-term uncontrolled wine life hollowed out his body, which was only in his early forties.

Now every time he goes out to catch slaves, he almost always uses drugs, rather than relying on his own strength to defeat the other party.

He had no future left, and he knew that.

So when Lapsey appeared to him and asked him if he would like to serve as a caravan guard temporarily, he did not hesitate to agree.

He knew who Lapsey was.

The only female servant of Vidocq in this Sin City.

Not only is it very popular with Denise Vidocq, but he also has a tavern and slave farm of his own!

This is the dream of all those who come to Sin City to beg for a living.

Sin City is a drunken gold cave.

Owning a tavern means a prosperous life for a family; If you add a slave farm, then life can be compared to the lords of the human kingdom.

Kurt was envious of Lapsey.

I also know that I will never be able to have this kind of life for the rest of my life.

He just hoped that through this opportunity to be a temporary guard, he would be appreciated by Lapsey and become a guard in his tavern or slave farm, so that he would have a very rich and prosperous life for a long time in the future.

So on the way out of the city, he has always behaved very conscientiously, and always circled in front of Lapsey's eyes.

Although he didn't know what he was going to do with only an iron cage and five guards including himself.

I guess I'm going to escort a monster or a slave!

But who cares?

Don't ask what you shouldn't know.

He's very professional, and that's all the use of the iron cage in Sin City anyway.

It must have been the damn God of Light who had taken the time to hear his prayers, and Kurt felt that he had been in a good mood for the two days out of town. Because Lapsey drank with him every night, he seemed to have a good impression of him, and even showed a lot of appreciation.

It's a great start.

If this development continues, after this mission is completed, if he takes the opportunity to ask to be a permanent guard, Lapsey should not refuse, right?

He was happy, having drunk a lot of wine tonight, though he felt he needed to be vigilant outside the city.

"Dear Coulter, this is still Sin City's turf. You see, the green wheat seedlings were planted by slaves in the sin city. No one dared to risk the wrath of the great Denise master to disturb her faithful servant, Lapsey! ”

That's what his employer advised him to drink.

He felt right.

Denise Vidocq's murderous name, oh no, is a prestige that is visible throughout Sin City.

So in order to please his employer, he refused to come, and then got drunk.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the caravan had begun to return, and he was locked in an iron cage. Weapons and shirts were taken away, just as he had sold others to the Vic as slaves.

He thought he must have drunk too much, or was dreaming.

After giving himself a hard slap in the face, he asked Lapsey, who was riding in front of him, what game was played.

"Oh, dear Coulter."

Lapsey's voice still felt amiable, but the wrinkled expression on his face like a chrysanthemum blooming made people feel annoying, "As you can see, our mission is complete and we are on our way back." ”

Bitch-raised Lapsey!

Lao Tzu doesn't care if your task is completed or not!

Colt cursed viciously in his heart, but he still smiled respectfully, and asked in a humble voice why he was locked in an iron cage.

"As you can see, our mission this time is to put you in an iron cage."

Lapsey was still very happy to answer his questions.

"Damn it!"

This made Kurt unable to suppress his anger, and squirted his saliva far away, "Why did you treat me like this, I didn't offend you!" ”

"Oh, poor Kurt, we do have no enmity. But someone wants to have a gladiatorial fight with you, and this gladiatorial fight will make me a lot of gold. The God of Light is above, and there are many, many gold coins! ”

Kurt stopped talking.

He knows the rules of survival in Sin City.

As long as you can earn gold coins, people don't care if they have a grudge against each other.