There are guards on patrol in the town. Dudean easily avoids the patrol of these guards and sneaks back to a simple and simple looking hotel. The sign on the hotel is painted with the pattern of a green frog, which is quite childish.
Back in the room, she sat quietly at the table in the room, like a virtuous wife waiting for her husband to return.
With a trace of warmth in his heart, he went back to hellisha and whispered to her about his going out this evening. After that, he helped her wash her teeth and face, carried her to the bed, and let her lie down to sleep. Although she didn't need to sleep, he had never seen her close her eyes, but he still wanted her to have a good rest like a normal person.
After taking care of hellisha lying down, dudean lights the oil lamp, sits at the table and looks at his right arm. His mood is a little complicated. It is unknown whether the magic mark of the petitioner can be obtained, but his right arm can't be delayed any longer. He sees that the gold in his right arm has been stained on his shoulder. In a day or two, it is estimated that it will flow into the body. At that time, the threat of golden sarcoma may roll up Again.
"I'll start from scratch. I don't know if I can get a magic mark of a prayer here..." Dudean's eyes flashed. In order to get the magic mark of the deified supplicant, he had to rob at least four more territories and let them buy it for themselves. Only five successive lords bought the magic mark of the supplicant. Most of them would attract the attention of the temple. There should be many experts in the temple.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
In the end, he was still reluctant to break his right arm, but if he didn't give up, he could only do so.
However, in this small hotel, of course, it is not suitable for broken arms. He is going to wait until dawn to leave here.
After staying in the wilderness for such a long time, he had not had a good rest for a long time. After thinking about the next thing for a while, he also washed and went to bed under the bed.
This time he slept soundly, without holding the Cleaver's sword, and his heart was tense.
As soon as it was dawn and near noon, dudean awoke. He stretched out and felt that the exhaustion of these days had been swept away. He got up to help helesha wash, put on her clothes, and took her downstairs to dinner.
"Ten black pepper steak, boss." Dudean sat down at random and called to the landlady at the counter.
The owner's wife was a young woman of 25-6 years old, wearing a light red scarf. She was very capable. She took a look at dudean and asked for ten steaks when she saw only two of them. She was not only astonished, but the more dudean called, the more she made, there was no excuse. Besides, the clothes and fabrics of dudean and helissa were expensive, and they were not without money People.
She answered and turned to report back to the kitchen in the hall.
After a while, a 11-12-year-old girl came with two delicious black pepper bone steak, which was one of their more expensive meals. Although the little girl looked tender, she was very well-developed, and her chest was full of young and tender flavor. She was not inferior to a girl of 15 or 16 years old. After a glance, dudean took the steak and ate it When I got up, I felt in my heart that the people here really have the ability to get married early. I can be a mother at the age of 12 or 13.
In the slums of Sylvia, there are many children born at the age of twelve or three. They not only give birth to children, but also take on the task of making money in the family. All of them are precocious. How can a child of twelve or thirteen understand anything in the old days? I can only cry in front of my parents.
When he finished eating one of his hands, he cut off the other and fed it to herisa.
This steak is only three mature, more nutritious, with blood in it. Herisa doesn't reject it.
The little girl brought two more steaks. Seeing the appearance of dudean, her face full of envy, she said with a smile, "you and your wife are really in love."
Dudean nodded lightly, and after feeding herisa, he ate his own.
When the sixth meal was served, dudean's several rude voices made him feel a little harsh. The door of the hotel was kicked open, clanging and swinging. Three or five big, muscular men came in. The first one was wearing a pointed helmet and armor. He looked at the hall with high toes, but his eyes were not there Du Di'an stopped and finally fell on the boss's wife behind the counter. He sneered and said, "boss, today's business is good. Should we give the protection fee?"
When several people broke in, the landlady's face changed, and she quickly met her with a smile and said, "brother mimon, I told you to give it at the end of the month two days ago. As you can see, our location is partial and business is not good..."
"That's your business. Can you blame me for bad business?" The strong man glanced at the boss's wife, looked at her bulging chest blatantly, and sneered: "we have come so many times, our feet are painful, this account has not been calculated with you, today you have to give, otherwise, my brothers have bad temper, in case you smash this small shop, I can't control it!"
The landlady's face changed and she said, "brother mimon, you can't keep your word, we'll..."
"Don't be cocky, I don't believe you don't have money!" Mimone said impatiently."We really don't have money." "We have just paid the rent and the Lord's tax. How can we give you money? We've almost run out of food ourselves!"
"Nothing to eat? What are they eating Mimon glared coldly. His eyes turned to the girl. He looked up and down, and his mouth was slightly cocked. He said, "if you really can't pay for it, little sister, I'll vent my fire with my brothers tonight. Let's forget it for the time being. What do you say, Madame?"
Hearing this, the little girl turned pale and hid behind the landlady.
The proprietress protected her with one hand and squeezed out a smile to him. She said, "brother mimon, children don't care. You don't mind. It's just that we can't take out the money. These are sold to our guests. We can't afford it ourselves. You don't know. We don't have any money to earn. We can barely make a living."
"Big brother, since the girls don't listen to their kind words, I think I'd better give them some color to see." There's a cold man on the side of the scar.
"Landlady, you see, my brother is impatient to wait..." Mimon chuckled. Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden whistling sound, and then a silver light crossed his eyes and nailed it to the wooden post beside him. It was a knife.
Mimon was startled and looked around. In the direction of the knife handle, only one table was still eating. The guests on the other tables left the place long ago because of something wrong. They went upstairs to pack up and leave.
Dudean continued to cut the steak with the knife in hellisha's plate. "Get out of the way, don't croak here."
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