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After stepping out of the mercenary, Dinwiddie said to Ron apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ron, I wanted to invite you to drink, but we still have some things to do, I'm afraid we'll have to ...... another day"

Ron couldn't hear Dinwiddie's prevarication, they wanted to get rid of themselves, but they had already come to the Orc Empire, so it didn't matter, he smiled and said, "Yes, everyone, let's meet again......"

Saying goodbye to everyone, Ron strolled alone through the streets of Shata City, taking in the view of the streets. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

It's full of humans, it's not lively, and every now and then a few orcs walk by proudly.

Gradually, Ron felt that the orcs were superior here, whether it was in shops, taverns and other places, the orcs were far from being the priority customers, everyone was full of respect for the orcs, and even a little flattering, and the humans here were often accustomed to it, and they were very unaccustomed to Ron who had just come here.

"Alas, what's the matter, maybe the Orc Empire is just a post in my past, and I don't have the ability to change anything......"

Ron sighed in his heart, and at this time, his stomach crumbled uncontrollably, and he felt hungry.

After turning around for most of the day, it was time to eat, he raised his head and walked around, walked to an okay mercenary tavern on the side of the road, and walked in with his legs raised.

"Welcome!"

The tavern's waiter, a somewhat cute-looking human son, with a professional smile, opened the door for Ron.

Ron nodded and walked straight inside.

It is a spacious hall with no private rooms, and in the middle is a stage where dancers are shaking their waists and performing a joyful dance for the guests.

Perhaps because the guests here were all mercenaries, the hall was a little cluttered, and as soon as he entered, a smell of sweat rushed to Ron's nostrils, and on the tables around him, table after table of mercenaries laughed loudly, boasting about his adventures.

In the aisle, some scantily dressed Zimei laughed and shuttled among them, they laughed loudly, played with the mercenaries, and used their bodies in exchange for gold coins on their bodies, many mercenaries drank too much and carried them upstairs, no, they are all prostitutes, and they are all human.

Most of the guests here are humans, but Ron also found a few orcs among them, who are treated differently than humans, and they are surrounded by at least three or more human prostitutes, constantly flirting and making a fuss.

At this time, Ron's eyes froze, and he spotted Dinwiddie's group, who were also dining here.

"Brother, have you seen it? The bone slave is here again......" Stephanie also saw Ron, and reminded in a low voice. Full text without ads

"Such a coincidence?" Dinwiddie was a little surprised when he heard this, "Forget it, leave him alone......" He glanced back at Ron and lowered his head as if he didn't recognize.

Ron smiled, he naturally knew what these people were thinking, and he didn't care about them, he found a seat and sat down, and after a while, a beautiful waiter came up with exquisite food.

Ron was eating the food on the plate, but his eyes were staring at the singing and dancing on the stage, the human son who was performing on the stage was about sixteen years old, with a hot body and a beautiful appearance, when singing, a pair of beautiful big eyes were sparkling, extremely moving, intriguing, and could be out, her singing and dancing skills were very good, quite professional.

Although Ron doesn't know much about singing and dancing, he also feels that this kid's performance is very good, and it can come out of the applause from the audience.

At the end of the song, the child bowed down to the applause of the crowd.

From the child's clothes, Ron can be revealed, she comes from a human race called the Gypsy, this people do not have much talent for fighting, but both men in the tribe can sing and dance, they have a voice, they have no fixed place, they wander around, in the Gypsy family, the men generally do men's lowly jobs such as waiters and gardeners, most of them are engaged in sexual occupations, and the prostitutes in the hall are all Gypsies, and they are in a very low position.

Ron had heard a very good song called "The Caravan", and the lyrics reflected the wandering life of the gypsies, which was a bit romantic and a little hard.

"The whole nation is miserable......," Ron shook his head, thinking to himself, full of sympathy for the Gypsies, as he took a glass ......of wine from the table and poured it down.

"Dear mercenary, may I sit here?"

At that moment, a timid voice rang out, and a child was sitting at the table, staring at Ron.

"Is that her?"

Although the child in front of him was wearing light makeup, Ron still recognized it at a glance, she was the gypsy child who had just performed song and dance on stage.

The gypsy kid's name is Basara, and under the influence of the pillars of this gypsy song and dance troupe, she studied singing and dancing by herself, and she is extremely talented, as long as she dances three times, she can dance completely, and her voice is also very good, and she is young and seems to be a first-class master.

Most of the gypsy dancers worked part-time as prostitutes, and Basara, as the pillar of the troupe, could have avoided such work, but today, she had to do it.

Her brother is sick!

Although she usually listened to many children in the clan, it was the first time for Basara to do this, as if she was a thief, she was a little daring, but she did not dare to go to a crowded table, and she was afraid of orcs, and finally she targeted Ron, who was about the same age while eating quietly.

After hesitating a lot, she finally mustered up the courage and took the first step to become a prostitute among her people.

Ron quietly looked at the gypsy boy in front of him, only to see that she had long chestnut hair, a delicate face like a porcelain doll, a large piece of snow white was exposed on her charming chest, and then down, a deep cleavage was revealed on her chest, which was very pleasing to the eye, because she often practiced dancing, her soft waist appeared slender, without a trace of fat, she was in front of Ron, her long eyelashes were drooping, very cute.

"Dear mercenary, may I sit here?"

Seeing that Ron didn't answer, Basara mustered up the brave man and asked again.

"Sorry, mercenary, first, ...... bother"

After a while, seeing that Ron still didn't answer, Basara was a little disappointed, bowed and prepared to leave.

"Okay, sit down!" Ron finally said.

"Thank you!"

Gypsy sat down across from Ron, looking scared, a little nervous, and unsure of what to do, obviously a child.

"It's a hard time to come, just give her a few more money to send her away......" Ron thought to himself, and there was a hint of sympathy in his heart for this young gypsy who was older than himself.

Ron took the initiative to ask, "What's your name?"

"My name is Basara!" replied Basara.

Ron nodded, "My name is Ron!"

"Ronson!" Barsara called timidly.

"Hmm!" Ron replied, bowing his head to eat, ignoring her.

Basara sat there, her pretty face flushed, her fingers as white as jade constantly rubbing the corners of her clothes, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Ron also felt that it was inappropriate to leave the child to dry out like this, and asked out loud.

"No...... No need ......"

Basara replied, her face flushing even redder.

"Hmm!" Ron picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it down, placed it on the table, and reached for the bottle with his other hand.

Basara seemed to react, and she quickly reached for the bottle and filled it before Ron.

"Thank you!"

Ron smiled and took another sip of his glass, at which point Basara, as if she had finally found something to do, and filled it for him.

And just like that, one poured, the other drank, and Ron drank seven or eight cups at once.

When Basara filled the glass again, Ron pushed the glass in front of him and said with a wry smile, "If you don't drink it, you won't even be able to walk if you drink it again......

"Flutter-"

With Ron's bitter look on his face, Basara couldn't help but laugh out loud, and she covered her cute mouth with her hand.

"It's time to leave, too!" Ron was full of wine and food, took out the space bag and prepared to settle the bill, in addition to the money for the meal, Basara's fee was also to be paid, after all, people were also sitting like this.

Out of sympathy for the gypsy minority, Ron decided to give more.

At this time, a male waiter walked briskly and said to Ron, "Honorable mercenary first, there is a table of guests over there who just sang and danced with Sister Basara, and I want to invite her over to accompany the wine, I don't know ......."

Sister Bashara was a little stunned, and immediately interrupted, "Waiter first, don't you already have a guest before you arrive?"

Seeing that Basara didn't want to go, Ron put down his hand holding the space bag and said, "Yes, didn't you see that she was drinking with me?"

The waiter hesitated, "But...... That's an orc......"

"Orcs?"

When Basara heard this, her face turned pale with a "hmm-" and a look of fear appeared on her face, and she clenched her silver teeth, trying not to let herself cry.

Seeing Basara's expression, Ron understood, he glanced at the waiter and said, "Waiter first, do you have a rule in the tavern to force interruptions in other people's services?"

Basara's eyes widened in surprise, her long eyelashes twitching, and she stared at Ron in disbelief.

"Not really, but ......" The waiter hesitated, he meant to get Ron to take the initiative and let Sister Basara out.

Ron said without thinking, "It's okay if you don't, you tell him that Sister Basara is drinking with me, and I don't have time to accompany him now......"

When Basara heard this, there was a look of gratitude in her eyes.

"Yes!"

The waiter gave them a helpless look, then turned and went back.

"Thank you!"

Basara said from the bottom of her heart that she was not like the human sons of the Orc Empire, and that if she was allowed to serve the ugly orcs, she would rather die.

"It's okay, sit down a little longer......" Ron smiled.

As soon as Ron's words fell, he saw a "bang-" behind him, like the sound of knocking over the table, and at the same time, a voice roared.

"What bastard is so bold as to not give me face? What? He's still a human?"

Markham ...... first Markham ...... first You can't go over......" the waiter's anxious voice rang out.

There was a commotion from behind, and Ron frowned as he met the gaze of the visitor.

"Is that you?"

Slightly stunned, both sides were a little surprised.

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