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Chapter 59 0059: Want a glass of spirits

In the alleys of the Duva Tribe, there is a unique black market "Hundred Objects Shelf".

The secret technique hides all the cheers, cursing, provocation, and crying. The commercial street is next door, but if you want to have fun, you still have to go here...

Caravans go south and north, and gold coins turn over and over again.

The relationship between hunters, bounty criminals, and cats and mice can sit on the same wine table or gambling table.

Under the mask, what is hidden is identity, and what is unraveled is desire.

"Tsk tsk tsk, we meet too often."

In the dark secret room, the leader of the black market [Stephen Kelly] is tasting a top-quality steak, which is said to come from some kind of beast that is difficult to hunt in the wilderness.

The black-skinned maid opened the high-backed chair opposite him.

Ken nodded and sat down, leaning back on the soft and comfortable chair, and began to enjoy the piece of meat in front of him. The knife and fork were a little jerky, and he had never eaten such an exquisite meal since he woke up.

"I want to raise a cook in the tribe, and I still have to have a sense of ritual when eating, otherwise it can only be called filling my stomach."

"I agree." Stephen asked after dipping the corner of his mouth with a silver napkin. "Where is your residence, I will definitely visit when I have the opportunity."

"Ah."

Ken sneered aside.

"Ask knowingly, you have already found out Thornton Kaya's name, and all the comments and compliments outside are all fueled by you."

He raised the clear glass and took a sip of the wine.

"Thank you."

[Status: Good liquid gain]

[Description: The addition of top drinks, the reduction of negative emotions, and the addition of weak strength. 】

The taste of the wine is very good, and it is brewed according to the ancient method. According to the character of the blood, I am afraid that a secret recipe that cannot be passed on is used.

Stephen smiled without saying a word.

He didn't need to admit it, and he didn't accept thanks. Instead, he drew his fingertips across the arc at the bottom of the cup and asked the other party why he came.

Ken picked up a bag of money from his feet and put it on the edge of the table.

It looks familiar, the transaction money two days ago, even the nude braided rope used to tie the mouth has not been touched.

A whole thousand G, all here.

"Slave auction," Ken said directly. "The auction is not accurate enough. For you, it should be just a batch of goods listed for sale. I can buy as many as I can. By the way, I have to pick the people myself. You can undo the poison and spells."

The decision of Baiwujia is very decisive.

Slave traders were beaten to death with sticks, regardless of whether they were involved in the "orphan trade", they were all uprooted, and all businesses including slave auctions were taken over.

"Captive? Hehe, let's keep the secret technique, some of them... are not very obedient."

"It doesn't matter. The team lacks fighting power. I'm already hungry. I'll get it in my hands first, and then train slowly."

Ken didn't care.

He dipped the boiled vegetables into the soup and put it in his mouth.

Stephen nodded slightly, and the maid took away the money bag. The range of lighting crystals on the roof was limited, leaving a considerable part of the shadow, so that the bodyguards and attendants could communicate out of sight.

"Tomorrow night, the tavern, don't disturb my meal."

"No problem," Ken pursed his lips. "You are so rich, can't you install two more lamps, it looks so poor."

Stephen Ben's fair face turned blood instantly.

……

Ken left the Baiwushe, and saw a familiar person on the bustling street.

Old and serious face, bald head with bumps, white beard bound by three iron rings.

[Character: Vochel]

[Attitude: Depressed]

[Identity: Spirit Craftsman]

The old blacksmith's face was gloomy, his wrinkles were piled together, he looked out of place in the crowd, he stopped and looked around from time to time, his steps were flimsy, and distracting thoughts piled up in his mind.

Ken leaned against the wall and watched him walk by.

The other party didn't notice it, and the direction they were heading seemed to be going to a commercial street, a bustling downtown, and suddenly there was a spirit craftsman who was usually pure and ascetic?

[Series of tasks: Accumulating depression and becoming sick ([-])]

【Progress: 14H】

[Description: Wauchier is very preoccupied today. For the first time, he wants a glass of strong wine. You have to make him confide in his heart. 】

The front door of the tavern was pushed open.

The copper bell that hadn't woken up only rang once.

The dozing waiter muttered in his heart, how could someone come so early, if he was hungry or looking for fun, he should open other doors.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and for the reward, he could only put on a smiling face.

"Look, what do you need?"

However, the waiter was instantly disappointed. He was a dry old man, rigid and dull. This kind of person was inexperienced and he was reluctant to give a reward.

as predicted……

Worchell stared at the wooden board covered with words, refusing to speak.

The waiter understood the paranoid old man's thoughts very well. If he interjected rashly, he might be scolded. The ring on the beard of the other party was very bright, and his status as a blacksmith was quite honorable in the Dua tribe.

He suddenly fell into a tangle and could only stick to the spot.

jingle--

A new guest breaks the ice.

The waiter hurriedly took out the napkin, wiped the bar courteously, leaned over and asked, "Young sir, what do you need?"

Ken thought for a moment.

"Large cup of Qishan cold beer, give this extraordinary craftsman a cup of the strongest and most expensive wine here."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then stepped back obediently.

At this moment, Worcher turned his head to the side. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he nodded with a half-smile, and sat on the round stool.

"Hey, I didn't expect to meet you."

The sigh of the old blacksmith was heavier than the thickest snow cover in the north.

"Good evening, Mr. Watchel."

Ken waved his hand, brought the red beer in front of him, blown off the foam, and swallowed a big gulp.

"Hiss, huh~ This stuff is quite exciting. If I can get the recipe, I have to make it too. It's just right for the barbecue."

Vauciel didn't pick up the slack.

The wine glass in front of him is small and exquisite, with exquisite double-layer carvings, which can lock the most hallucinogenic secret medicine inside, and can also add taste. Judging from the inscription on the handle, it seems to be the handwriting of an expert.

"it's beautiful."

Waucher stroked it pitifully, raised his head and smothered it into his mouth, letting the bursting spicy liquid go through his throat and stomach, and then continued to stir his stomach.

The waiter's eyes were wide open, and he almost slipped his hand and broke the utensils being wiped.

"Yes, I will die..."

With a smile on his face, Ken signaled the other party not to be nervous, and patted the spirit craftsman's back with the other hand, slowly injecting experience points into it, pulling the blood bar to full, and no one would be killed at all.

Waucher really had no experience getting drunk.

He leaned on the bar and coughed.

The uncomfortable feeling of suffocation is fleeting, leaving only the lingering and chaotic thinking.

"Oh yes, I should tell you..."

Waucher's eyes were moist, and his old and rough hands pointed to the young man in front of him.

"Arthur agreed. He wanted to leave with you. We had a big fight. You don't understand. What is the saddest thing about me is that I have nothing to teach him!"

"Well, don't think so, Mr. Marencourt said he was very talented."

Ken continued to blow off the foam of the wine, kissed the bubbling red water, and continued after a gurgle.

"Although he won't be able to become a spirit craftsman in the future, you have laid a very solid foundation for him so far. This is definitely meaningful and will affect his life..."

"You fucking don't understand at all!"

Tears rolled down Wauchel's flushed cheeks.

He was completely drunk, and completely relieved. He kept beating his heart, and almost roared, "I didn't teach Arthur's knowledge at all!"

　Thanks to the boss for "cannoning the little white tiger" and "one dish and two dogs" for their rewards.

　　There is another chapter in the early morning, and the chapters that are owed will be added on the weekend. I will have a holiday the day after tomorrow, so I can add more. Thank you for your support during this time, and I will split the cross for the readers~
　　
　
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