Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 43 Drunk in the Bar
  Under the driving of Befa, Pervecott's carriage quickly entered a somewhat dirty street. Compared with the new city where they were just now, this place was obviously much more disorderly and dirty.

But generally speaking, there is a certain degree of order. At least the streets are planned and the roads are cleaned.

But this is limited to the extent that the streets have been planned and the roads have been cleaned.

As for the buildings on both sides of the street, they are basically privately built and look like they have been put together randomly.

As for the street itself, it can only be said that there is no visible garbage. In addition, sewage and old dirt have dyed the stone bricks on both sides of the road black.

So normally, a person with status like Purficott would not easily set foot in a place like this.

Because even the soles of her shoes are cleaner than the clothes on people here.

Fortunately, Purficott didn't particularly care about these people. When she got off the carriage, she just glanced at the drunk who had just been thrown out of the building in front of her with a little disgust, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. After squeezing his nose to avoid smelling the unpleasant smell, he walked into the bar with a charming woman painted on the door.

It was this bar where the other of the two special members of the exploration team that James helped her recruit had an appointment with her.

If she were a normal noble lady, she would definitely be insensitive to such a place. Even if she was curious, she would never set foot in such a place.

Because in addition to being dirty and messy, there is also a very fatal problem here, which is disorder.

This is the junction of the civilian area and the new city. It is home to some slightly wealthy but not so rule-abiding people. Over time, social security has deteriorated, and it has become a cancer in Langton City.

However, due to disorder, some relatively gray industries have also ushered in vigorous development.

After all, only such ambiguous areas can breed gray industries.

More advanced new urban areas must adhere to rules and order. The middle class seeks to be in line with the upper class, and the industries they operate tend to be more formal industries such as cafes and shops.

The lower-level civilian areas are even more disorderly and chaotic, which is the so-called black industry.

If there really is that silly noble lady who dares to come to such a place, it must be that the family is strong enough and has reliable bodyguards around her.

Or... you'll be kidnapped and squeezed for ransom. If you're lucky, you can escape. If you're not lucky, you'll have to go to a special service place in this area to find someone.

Of course, there are even more unlucky ones, who may float up in the moat of Longton in a few days, soaking without clothes and looking like giants.

Noble status is not a golden ticket to avoid death. Every year in Langton City, several aristocratic children who are not so clear-headed die, even some with titles.

For the empire, killing a few ignorant nobles is really not a problem.

There are no rules in the Victoria Empire that say that killing a noble by a commoner is an insult to the noble, which sounds stupid at first sight.

Some of them are just that once a noble dies in such a gray area due to an accident, the noble council will ask the city defense army and police to clean up all these places, and then kill all the gangs or parties involved.

But for Purficott, if something really happened to her in a place like this, it would be called a ghost story.

He used the silver cane he had been holding in his hand to push open the door of the bar, which seemed to have been covered in food. A loud and noisy sound came out instantly. Along with it, there was an unpleasant smell mixed with alcohol, vomit, inferior cosmetics, foot odor, body odor and many other smells. Fortunately, Purficott covered her mouth and nose in advance, but it also made her feel Very unpleasant smell.

Accompanied by Befa, she walked into the bar with a frown.

And he secretly decided in his heart that if this Richard O'Connor could not satisfy him, he would definitely be thrown into the moat to sober up, as punishment for letting himself set foot in such a disgusting place.

However, when Purficott walked into the bar accompanied by Befa, before she could find the person she wanted to see, someone noticed her presence.

Today, Purficott is wearing a dark blue skirt. This is a skirt that she asked a tailor to make for her, similar to a small suit in the original world. It is a relatively simple but dignified daily wear.

In order to match this outfit, she specially tied her hair up and put on a small hat that needed a hat pin to fix it, making her look a bit playful.

This outfit would be very normal and appropriate if it appeared in an aristocratic or wealthy area.

But appearing in such a mixed place, it seems very out of place.

Even when Purficott walked in, this abruptness attracted the attention of many people.

However, when these guys saw that she was just a little girl, they immediately lost their guard and thought that she was just a noble lady who accidentally entered this place.

Obviously, it is difficult for these drunken guys to feel awe when a noble lady appears in such a place. After all, even on weekdays, it is difficult for them to have any favorable impression or awe of the noble.

So just like the plot of all third-rate novels, a burly drunkard dressed as a sailor came forward and wanted to tease Perfectcott: "Hey, little girl, who are you looking for? Could it be your little lover?" Aren't you going home? Hahaha..."

While saying this, the drunkard extended his dirty hands towards Purficott.

However, facing the burly drunkard in front of him, Purficott just turned the cane in his hand, held it upside down like a sword, and then smacked the dirty stick that was reaching towards him. On the forearm of the hand.

With a "click" sound, the arm showed an angle that it shouldn't have.

Apparently his arm was broken.

"Ah! Smelly bitch!" With a scream, the drunkard immediately began to attract friends and howled at Purficott: "I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing that one of their companions was being "bullied", the other drunkards in the bar who were in the same group as this drunkard didn't care and rushed towards Purficott one after another.

Some of them even broke wine bottles and held them in their hands, as if they wanted to use them as weapons.

When other people in the tavern saw this, they looked like they were just watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble. They whistled and cheered while continuing to pour horse urine into their mouths.

"Befa, deal with them." Purficott put down the cane in her hand, and the alchemy doll behind her had already ejected two half-meter-long slender blades from both arms, and followed Purficott's instructions towards He launched an attack on the drunkards in front of him.

(End of this chapter)