ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The time was spent in non-stop study and cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, two weeks slipped by.

Although Xiuyi's strength has been improved again, the bandits have also undergone a radical change. Today, even the most vicious bandits have learned a lot about the tedious and complicated rituals of the life of the upper nobility.

In the words of the robbers themselves, "If a nobleman pretending to be poor walks in front of Lao Tzu's eyes now, he will not be able to hide from Lao Tzu's eyes." ”

Subconsciously, the habit of learning and applying everything they learn is positioned on the criterion of "the future is more convenient for robbery and more valuable targets", and the robbers are still facing all problems with the robber mindset.

They are still outright robbers at heart.

Huey didn't care about that - he needed not a real gentleman.

After examining the bandits' progress, he decided it was time to move on to the next step.

"Reeler. "Today, Xiu Yi finished his cultivation early.

"Master, do you have any orders?" the once iron-blooded man, now wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a decent dress, was practicing the walking posture of the noble. If it weren't for the fact that his face still had the flesh of Arnold Schwarzenegger, it would have been difficult for anyone to associate him with the vicious bandit he had been two weeks ago.

"I've noticed a lot of progress in recent times. At least I don't hear them say anything dirty. ”

"Yes, we have learned to curse in our hearts. The big man replied angrily.

"That's a good sign...... You don't have to tell me who the curse is targeting. The young man smiled, and a large handful of brilliant gold coins appeared in his hand: "Take this money and divide it among everyone, this is their reward for their hard work, thirty gold vetts for each person, tell them that from this day on, they will no longer have to learn the rules of etiquette." And they can take the money I gave them and go to a nearby town to have some fun. ”

Relejesa simply didn't believe his ears.

"You...... Are you right?"

"Are you questioning me?" asked Shui. His tone was calm, but with a hint of coldness.

"Oh no, master, I mean......" Releyesa grinned as he took a large handful of money, "you are indeed a very generous host. The brothers will be crazy with joy to know the news. ”

"Yes, they will go crazy, because from now on, they can no longer spend money to have fun with girls from the kiln, they can no longer gamble, they can no longer drink those inferior spirits. They are to enjoy life according to the rules I have set for them. I mean...... Enjoy life the way you like an aristocracy. ”

Relejesa's eyes widened: "What do you mean......"

The boy spread his hands leisurely: "The theory period is over, and now it's the internship period." Don't forget that you are no longer thugs, scumbags, scoundrels, but personable aristocrats. You must know that the aristocracy will never use such an inferior means as spending money on prostitutes. ”

"I think I get what you mean. You mean to say that my brothers have to go and coax some bitch to fuck their* with their sweet words, instead of doing it all with money directly. ”

"That's right. ”

"Very difficult requirements. ”

"That's something for you to think about. By the way, remind your brothers, don't think about running away, let alone betraying. You must know that alchemists have too many ways* to control others, such as some kind of ...... A poison that can remain dormant in other people's bodies for a long time. ”

Releesa's face twitched a few times.

"So...... Do as you command, my wise and merciful master. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to hear that. Releyesa gritted his teeth and bowed, and he made a standard salute.

This damn little devil, a wanted criminal, a perverted boy with no humanity, is so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet!

Looking at the back of Leller angrily leaving, Xiuyi's face was filled with a smug smile: "I'm bad, right? ”

Asahi nodded desperately. During this time, I studied the Devil*, but I was tired of it.

As a small mountain town, Robinia has never lacked experience dealing with bandits.

After robbing the caravan, the robbers would come to the town to sell some valuables, and then use the money to enjoy themselves in the town. They would drink desperately, fight, make trouble, and finally find a girl in the kiln to vent their excess energy, until they were carried out of the bed by their boss and returned to their own territory to re-squat.

This is how the bandits live, and the cycle repeats itself, until one day they are caught or killed.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions, such as being trained to be a nobleman.

In any case, there is no shortage of chaos, violence, and places of pleasure in the town of Robinia.

To put it simply, it's a paradise for adventurers.

The Bilas Mountains are not the only bandits in the Le Lehr, they check and balance each other, and at the same time help each other and communicate with each other. As a common paradise, each bandit will work hard to maintain the chaos and order that characterizes the town of Acacia.

In fact, the town of Acacia itself was not one of the towns on the list of imperial towns, it was organized entirely by local hooligans, bandits, and robbers out of the need to build a stable backyard, and by adventurous merchants, adventurous local civilians, and some exiled samurai who had nowhere else to go, and gradually grew in the process of meeting the needs of the bandits. Gather sand into a tower, and gradually unfold into a small town. Therefore, there are no imperial guards, no mayors, and no walls, only the strongest organizations and bandits come here from time to time to sell dirt, get drunk, and look for girls.

As a result, the trade fair here is made up entirely of taverns, brothels and shops that buy stolen goods, and there are very few other industries.

Old Bill's "Fighter" tavern, located right at the entrance of the town, is the largest tavern in the town.

As can be seen from the name Gladiator, the most brilliant show in the tavern here every day is a group of drunken men fighting each other. They would often smash the tavern into a mess and then lavishly shell out a sum of money to compensate the tavernkeeper.

Don't worry about the robbers paying their bills.

Robinia has its own rules: even the robbers don't want to lose their ability to spend here from now on.

Of course, there are really those anxious bandits, and Old Bill, who is a fifth-level samurai, doesn't mind teaching these bastards a lesson himself.

Today, old Bill sat at the entrance of the town, as was customary, and lay leisurely on his chaise longue basking in the sun. This chaise longue was carved by the Duke of Bauhinia in the 16th century from the sea-perched wood, a specialty of Detland, and the handle of the chaise longue is carved with a statue of the sea god sacrificed in Detland, and the perimeter is supplemented with fine lace.

Three years ago, a merchant tried to transport the chaise longue to Winrington and sell it for a good price, but was robbed by the bandits here.

And then it became Old Bill's collection.

He bought it for only ten Jinvit and lay on it every day to enjoy the beautiful daylight.

The greatest advantage of dealing with bandits is that they have no vision and no understanding of the value of art except for gold coins.

When the figures of Leyler and others gradually appeared at the entrance of the town in the distance, Old Bill was lying on his beloved chaise longue basking in the sun. When he saw Rayler and them, Old Bill's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a black velvet soft vest with a snow-white silk shirt to look noble and elegant, loose black tweed breeches with a pair of shiny soft-soled riding boots, and a staff of civilization in his hand.

Behind him, there were forty-five bandits, almost all dressed like this.

"Oh my God! Nathan, you stupid boy, come here!" cried Bill.

A guy rushed out of the tavern: "Boss, what's the matter?"

Bill pointed to the entrance of the village, "Look over there, gods, forgive my eyes!

The guy followed Bill's finger and looked out of town, "Oh, it looks like that guy." Oh my God, how do they dress like that?"

"Are you sure what you see is the same as what I see?" asked Old Bill.

"I'm pretty sure, boss. That's Lejesa, and lo and behold, that guy next to him is Bass, and that kid owes me twelve silver werts. Oh, and Xinjie, oh my god, they're weirdly dressed. ”

"I guess they must have made a fortune. Old Bill muttered, "I haven't heard of any rich caravans passing by lately." ”

The man said, "It's all good clothes, and it's a waste to wear them on them." ”

"Look at the way they walk, they really think of themselves as nobles. Old Bill shook his head, "Go, you bastard, and give me all the best spirits." Looks like they're going to have a big drink today. ”

"Yes boss. "The man ran to the tavern.

"Remember to mix some water, you bastard!"

"Understand the boss!"

When Releyesa and his men came to the Gladiator's Tavern, Old Bill stood up.

He opened his arms wide to hug each other, and at the same time shouted, "Oh, Lehrer, my old friend, I haven't seen you in the past few days, and I thought you were being captured by the Empire to be a death row prisoner." Look at you, you son of a bitch must have made a lot of money!"

To his surprise, Releesa did not greet his hug. On the contrary, when Bill came to him, Reyler took off the hat above his head and made a standard gentlemanly hat salute: "It's a pleasure to meet you, my old friend." ”

This action brought Old Bill's hug to a halt in mid-air.

"Hell!" cried old Bill, his beard trembling, "What do I see? a gentleman?"

He looked behind Releyasa.

Forty-five bandits bent down at the same time: "Nice to meet you!"

Bill stared at Lehrer's group in amazement, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to twitch: "Oh my God. I must have been dazzled and my ears were wrong. Do I really have to be old? Oh, no, no, I've just turned 50. What the hell is going on? Aren't you Lehrer? You're his brother?"

Releyesa replied in a modest tone, "You are not mistaken, Mr. Bill. I am Leleesa. Releyesa has no brothers, and even if there is, there are companions behind me. You're not going to meet forty-six twins at the same time, are you?"

"Ha, you call me sir, call me you?"

"Yes, if you like. ”

"No, I don't like it. What the hell are you bitching here? When did you not come here to fight against your big sword designed to scare people? When did you and your turtle sons and brothers get drunk and smash my tavern to the ground? When did you become such a dirty and savage ruffian?"

"I'm sorry for that. ”

"No, you don't have to be sorry, know that's what I like about you. If you don't smash things, I won't make any money, so just selling alcohol? That's not enough. ”

After thinking about it, Old Bill shook his head and said, "Alright, whatever the hell you guys do, now get out of here for me to my tavern, Nathan has your favorite spirits ready." ”

Rayler's face squeezed out a bunch of ugly smiles: "Actually, Mr. Bill, we don't drink spirits this time. If we could, we'd like to be able to do something milder. Like what...... Wine. ”

"Fruit wine?" Bill's eyes bulged again.

"If not, a rum or a cocktail. Gentlemen don't drink hard liquor...... Even if you drink it, you just drink very little. ”

"Gentleman?" Old Bill almost didn't fall, "Fuck you gentleman." Lehrer, you son of a bitch, you're a bunch of savages, and now you're *** standing in front of me pretending to be a gentleman? Oh my God, that's ridiculous. I warn you, Leller, don't try to fool me. If you dare to fool me, I'll beat you up so badly, and it might remind you of who you really are. You're a robber! And you're a robber leader! You shouldn't be wearing these damn gold-rimmed glasses! You should be wearing an eye patch! That will make you look a little more vicious! Are you going to take your men in this suit to the caravan and ask them to hand over the money in words like you and sir?

Old Bill rushed up and took off Rayler's glasses, then threw them on the ground and stomped them to pieces.

Rehler was not angry at all: "If you don't have one, we can go to another tavern." ”

Old Bill stared at Leller: "So you really play?"

Leyler smiled ugly, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembling.

Old Bill finally realized that something was wrong.

He frowned at Reeler's gang, and he realized that all the bandits seemed to have a strange look on their faces.

He nodded and said softly, "I see." I said Lehrer, if you're threatened by someone, you can wink at me. ”

Rayler blinked.

Old Bill gasped.

He yelled at the tavern, "Nathan!"

"Yes boss!" the guy rushed out of the tavern, "all the wine is ready." ”

Old Bill said in a sinister tone, "Replace the wine, and take out the fruit wine and rum that I received the other day." Our guests want to be a little more Sven today. ”

The man looked around in astonishment, then looked back at old Bill, and when he was sure he wasn't joking, he replied with a knot in his tongue, "But boss, the wine hasn't had time to be mixed with water." ”

"I hate your incompetence!" Old Bill kicked the guy out.

He tilted his head at Lehrer and said, "Alright, distinguished guests, please come with me." Old Bill, on behalf of Robinia Town, welcomes you. ”