Chapter 219 Tavern
The "Black Wind Valley Hunting Base" with a population of hundreds of thousands has become a large city.
The city is just like Black Dragon City, with all kinds of new buildings being built everywhere, creating a busy scene.
It is no longer called the Hunting Base. To be precise, it is the private territory of the "Rosas Family". Together with the nearby wastelands, it is a private property called the "Black Wind Valley Territory". The lord is a count named "Milo Rosas". There is a bronze statue of him at the city gate.
Ryan looked up at the huge chimney looming in the mist, then quickly walked through the shantytown and headed towards the Machinery City.
The sky over the city was filled with gray fog, a mixture of demonic energy from the abyss and diffuse coal smoke, with a thick, pungent smell filling the air.
After the pure hunting base was urbanized, civilians began to appear, and so did gangs, vendors, butchers...
When Ryan and his group entered the city, several guys with their heads under high-brimmed collars squatted in the streets and alleys, looking at the returning scavengers furtively.
The wasteland hunters migrated here with their families, and as long as they became permanent residents of the territory, they could settle down. Once they became the lord's subjects, the asylum fees for entering the city would become various taxes, and 80% to 90% of their income from work would be taken as high taxes and handed over to the lord's pocket.
I can’t get rich, but at least I can’t die.
Because of the huge wealth brought by the Black Tide, as long as you don't spend money recklessly, there will be some surplus.
After walking a few steps, Ryan smelled a foul odor and frowned slightly.
When it was a hunting base, hunters could go outside the base to relieve themselves. Now that everyone is trapped in the city, feeding and drinking hundreds of thousands of people is a big problem. There is no large-scale sewer network on the streets, and the manure trucks that clean up the filth of life cannot meet the needs of the rapidly expanding population.
However, no one cares about the civilian neighborhoods.
The machines where the nobles and the wealthy live are very neat, and the streets there are open to everyone, a bit like the high-end business district in Ren's previous life. This place is completely different from the civilian shantytown. It is neat, orderly, and full of various shops...
A potion shop with colorful reagent bottles in the window; a gun shop with various muskets hanging on the wall; a sword equipment shop with clanging sounds; a machinery shop full of oil and rust...
There were vendors selling fresh fruits on the street, with expensive price tags; butchers in leather aprons covered in grease were cutting up the red meat of some unknown monster...
On the narrow streets, tram trains rushed by with their steam horns blaring, and the entire street was instantly submerged in a white mist.
Of course, there were also taverns, gambling dens, theaters and bathhouses for the entertainment of the wealthy.
However, the consumption here is also shockingly high, which can drain the last gold coin in the pocket of the scavenger.
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Ryan strolled through the streets, he would stay in this territory for a while.
He tried to gather his own strength and inquire about the situation of the captured Coleman warriors.
But now, he planned to walk around the city, familiarize himself with the situation, and then find a place to stay for tonight.
Perhaps because the doctor belonged to a wealthy class , he was enthusiastically marketed to by various drink brokers along the way.
"Hey, respected doctor, would you like to have a drink? We at the Oak Tavern have the best tequila shipped from the Omar Empire..."
"Welcome to the Baron Tavern. We also have the most spacious bathhouse and the most beautiful girls..."
"Our 'Windmill Tavern' is the largest tavern in the Black Wind Territory. You will never be disappointed. Our biggest gambling den has the best girl performance troupe that just came from Sid , and the slave fights of the barbarians..."
“…”
Ryan had no interest in hanging out in a pub in broad daylight, but his ears caught a key piece of information: barbarians.
He quickly changed his mind.
He tilted his head to look at the mustachioed broker, and suddenly showed a slightly interested expression, "I'm going to find a place to have a drink. Hey, man, where do you think the gambling den is the biggest? What's fun there..."
"have!"
The man with the mustache looked at the customer being solicited and a smile suddenly broke out on his face.
He introduced to Ryan: "Poker, roulette, blackjack, dice... everything you want to play is available."
"Where is it? Take me to see it."
Ryan followed the broker to the tavern, walked through some wet alleys, and saw the sign for the "Windmill Tavern".
At the door, a girl wearing revealing clothes and smoky makeup was greeting customers in a coquettish manner. There were also several burly men wearing black leather jackets and big gold chains squatting on the side with expressionless faces...
This is standard tavern equipment and is not uncommon.
Walking down the steel structure stairs of the iron gate, the cramped space suddenly becomes clear.
The streets of the Machinery City are very expensive, but the space inside the Machinery City is much cheaper.
The steampunk world is always filled with deafening music. Young men and women on the dance floor sway wildly, venting their repressed emotions to the rhythm of the music. In the dark corners, some restless men and women are rubbing their ears.
There were unexpectedly many people in the pub.
After a little inquiry, I found out that because of the "tide of corpses" at night, everyone has to go out hunting, and the daytime is the time for normal entertainment and leisure.
Ryan sat down and took off his mask, revealing an ordinary face.
I looked at the tavern's program schedule and saw that the slave fight would start in two hours.
Ryan ordered a glass of wine out of boredom and started drinking it at the bar.
Soon, a red-headed girl with a nice face and a hot body came over.
She unceremoniously sat next to Ryan, very close to him: "Hey, handsome, are you alone?"
Ryan glanced at her. She was dressed very coolly, with short leather pants and a denim bra with very little fabric underneath her slim jacket. Her chest was open, with large areas of skin exposed to the air. At first glance, she had a strong hint of ambiguity.
He smiled and raised an eyebrow: "Yeah."
This is a bartender, or a professional nightclub girl who hangs out in bars to pick up rich men. It doesn't matter what her identity is, as long as she makes money by providing entertainment to men.
Oftentimes, they are also responsible for obtaining intelligence for professional businessmen from various channels.
"oh?"
The red-haired woman showed an ambiguous smile at the corner of her eyes. She leaned very close, and the strong perfume covered the smell of tobacco on her body. She said in a coquettish voice: "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
The arms are immersed in tenderness, and the soft touch that is close yet not too close will stimulate the secretion of male hormones.
"OK."
Ryan was not polite and naturally enjoyed the girl's enthusiasm. It was not a good choice to pretend to be serious here. He turned to the bartender and ordered a drink.
Seeing Ryan so generous, the red-haired girl became more intimate and said, "My name is Dasha...Oh, handsome, are you a distinguished doctor?"
"Yes. To be more precise, I am a baron from the province of Oma Anglos."
A tavern is always full of boasters, and Ryan has learned to be very boastful, with the arrogance of a typical noble lord.
As he spoke, he took out his noble emblem ring and showed it off.
"Wow, you are the noble Baron!"
The redhead exclaimed, covering her mouth.
Her eyes turned and she quickly determined that this was a fallen noble, otherwise he would not have fallen to the point of running to Guanghui City.
But obviously, she knew what to say and what not to say at this time . "This is the first time I have seen a noble coat of arms. It turns out it is so beautiful."
"Of course, it was made of pure gold by royal craftsmen."
Ryan pretended to enjoy the flattery and handed his coat of arms with a double-headed eagle pattern to the woman for a closer look.
The people from the five major families of Glory City planned to set a trap in this base, so it was impossible that they had not prepared anything. This seemingly peaceful " Black Wind Territory" had already been undercurrents.
Every stranger with suspicious behavior will probably fall into their watch list.
Instead of being mysterious and alerting people to his presence, it is better to take the initiative to reveal one's identity.
It is estimated that there are informants everywhere in the city. Apart from other things, these bar girls are 99% of them. They may not serve a specific force, but their information can be sold to information merchants and turned into money.
This Baron Ryan's identity is not made up, but a genuine nobleman that can withstand investigation.
With Princess Omar of Ymir around, she got a complete set of titles, coat of arms, and everything else, all genuine.
After this show of strength, he will probably no longer be considered a person of unknown origin on the watch list after tonight.
