Geron turned to look at the woman lying on the table. It seemed that she was the guy who "don't want to live" as the old bartender said. There were a group of idle men around the table near the woman. They seemed not very interested in the oatmeal beer in front of them, but they were all staring at the woman with wolf-like eyes. Geron thought about it and knew the reason. They were obviously waiting for the woman to die of drunkenness and plunder everything on her body. After all, "Drunk Dragon Flavor" is not boiled water. People who can afford to drink three gold coins and a glass of wine should be able to find some oil and water.

Of course, Goron didn't want to die, but he was confident that he had an anti-toxic constitution that was comparable to the slime monster. He also had a beautiful snake in his body, which seemed to be more poisonous than any poison. This kind of wine that could only make the dragon fall asleep should not have an excessive impact on him.

After Geron paid three gold coins, a glass of black, yellow, and foam-rich wine was placed in front of him. "Drunk Dragon Flavor" is a kind of blending wine. The main ingredients are the original wine, and what is left is the personal level of the bartenders and the level of the private formula they have mastered. This is the first time Geron drinks it. Of course, I don't know if the old bartender's methods are so clever. It's just that he's watching his previous bartender's actions are dazzling, and the wine in front of him is also very fragrant and mouth-watering.

Ge Long picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Suddenly, a fire line rushed straight to the tailbone of the lower abdomen, and his head seemed to explode. For a moment, all kinds of wonderful sounds sounded in Ge Long's ears, and a dizzy pleasure came out from somewhere. The restlessness and anxiety in his heart disappeared completely as if it was washed away by a flood...

This scene suddenly made people's cheeks twitch, as if they would see Goron lying on the ground and turning into a corpse next moment. A few more guys sat around Goron, just like vultures liked to hover over dying beasts. What just disappointed these vultures a little was that whether it was the woman who lowered her head and drank very slowly, or the silly and silly boy who was sucking in anger, neither of them fell down until the wine glasses in front of them were empty. Although everyone was disappointed, they didn't feel strange. After all, depending on each person's physique and alcohol tolerance, there were people who had just reduced their lifespan and would not die on the spot. In fact, some old customers in the bar had recognized it. Although the woman was not a regular visitor here, it seemed that this was not the first time she had come here. And every time she drank, it seemed that she was Drunk Dragon Xiang.

After two consecutive glasses of fine wine entered his stomach, Goron licked his lips, looking unsatisfied, so he said to the old bartender: "I want another glass."

"The old rule is that you must pay first when drinking suicide wine, otherwise no one will pay the bill in a while." The old guy looked at Goron as if he was looking at the dead, and said expressionlessly. Goron subconsciously touched his pocket. But he felt empty. Ashe was humble and Kurakhan was not a generous and kind master. After a few years, Ashe did not save any savings. He only obtained these gold coins in the old street. Ashe was drunk by Goron, who had no idea about money, two glasses of wine.

"If you don't have money, get out of here... You are not as old as you think of life as a burden." The old bartender cursed in his life, but there was a hint of admonition hidden in his words, as if he didn't want to see such a young and lively life pass away in front of him. Ge Long looked disappointed. After thinking about it, he turned his palm and took out a thick, hard and thick scale from the brand tattoo. It was half a palm-sized scale, and handed it to the old bartender and said, "Can I use this for a glass of wine?"

I don't know what kind of creature this scale belongs to. It looks ugly and has no appearance, nor does it contain magic fluctuations that ordinary people can detect like ordinary magic items. In short, the scale that Goron took out is like a strange stone picked up by a poor child from a garbage dump. It is really funny to use it to exchange for each glass of suicide wine worth three gold coins.

But not everyone is so unsighted. After all, this is a prosperous and prosperous imperial capital, and it is a place where any treasure in the entire continent can appear anytime, anywhere...

Just as the old bartender was about to reject the stubborn and stupid child and then knocked him out of the tavern, a big hand slapped the table. When his palm was turned on, three gold coins were left on the table.

"Old John, since this child miss, why can't you help him? I just like to watch people drink and die, so I paid for the money for the wine... By the way, no one wants this thing anyway, I'll take it back and play with my little boy!" The man said, but he reached out to grab the scale on the table as if he was careless, but his other hand suddenly opened his palm, and then a sarcastic male voice rang: "Green, do you really treat everyone here as an unsavory fool? Three gold coins? Do you want to take away a sacrifice that can be sacrificed to the Lord of the Holy Light, the scales of the precious hell salamander?"

"Jordan, what are you talking about? What sacrifice, how could this be a sacrifice? You, what evidence do you have!" The man called Green suddenly blushed, but his reaction instead confirmed the accusation of the drinker Jordan. For a moment, the whole bar became silent. Almost everyone stopped breathing, and looked at the ordinary scales on the bar with greed and confusion.

"Sacrifice? That's a sacrifice!" Everyone's mind was only this word.

No one on the mainland does not know what the sacrifice is, but there are very few that they have seen. But at least one thing they know is that every church in the Empire's state religion and the Holy Light Theory of the Holy Light all year round to purchase any kind of sacrifices. There is no need to mention the Aizhe Red Stone that can sacrifice to all gods. It is priceless. Just the sacrifices that can sacrifice to the Lord of the Light are already of great value. For example, a small church in a remote area accidentally purchased excellent sacrifices because the priest presided over the sacrifice. After the sacrifice, the level has been increased, and then the high-level entrance of the Holy See also happened several times.

In addition, the Holy See is also acquiring sacrifices from other gods, especially those sects of hostile nature. After all, the inability to quickly improve the strength of the clergy of other sects with the help of sacrifices means that the strength of the Holy See is enhanced in disguise. Of course, other sects of faith in other regions are also doing the same.

Not only religious organizations, but also great nobles are purchasing various types of sacrifices for the gods to enhance the family's combat power. Even if their family cannot be used, it doesn't matter where the sacrifices are. Although the Holy See stipulates that all sacrifices appear in the diocese belong to the Holy Light Theory, this canon has long been in name only and no one will abide by them.

In short, any sacrifice is a hot commodity with no market value. Although the Hell Salamander scales brought out by Goron cannot be seen as a rank of sacrifices, even if it is only the lowest-valued first-level commodity, it can be exchanged for gold coins calculated by bags from the Holy See or any nobleman, which is the largest gold coin pocket.

"Child! I'll give you four gold coins!"

"I'll pay five! All the poor guys who have no money get out of here!"

"Stupid little guy, if you know the truth, just give this thing to me. I guarantee that you can get out of here alive, otherwise..."

"You idiot have no brains? That child is drinking suicide. You actually use death to threaten him..."

"I saw you bastards first, and I paid first!" Big Hang Green shouted in anger, while looking at Jordan who was making good things bad with his eyes fiercely. At this time, Jordan seemed to regret that he was too anxious to destroy Jordan's good things just now, and he quickly said that it was a sacrifice, which made the situation chaotic now and it was not easy for him to compete for the advantage.

Almost everyone in this small bar came over and started a fierce competition around the scale. The ones who had just filled a few gold coins in their pockets tried to bid, and the ones who had no money even planned to snatch them. However, there were too many people fighting for them. Whoever took the initiative would become the target of public criticism and attracted everyone's siege. No matter what, many gold coins were lost on the table at this time. Ge Long looked at the gold coins, turned to look at the old bartender, and said in a light tone: "I think I should not be short of wine."

The old bartender's face was extremely gloomy. He pretended to put down the empty wine glass that was being wiped in his hand and started to mix it again. Ge Long looked at him intently, unaware of the commotion around him, and just waited quietly for his own things. The rest of the bar had already been in chaos, but no one was approaching within two meters of the place where the two were. Even if the drunkards were making a big fuss, they would avoid it intentionally or unintentionally, or avoid the old bartender with a quiet face. The majesty of this old guy was obviously greater than that of the scar that deliberately hidden his own strength.

Just as a glass of suicide wine fell heavily in front of Goron, a female voice also rang in Goron's ears: "Little brother, can you treat me to a drink? This wine... Sometimes it will be better to drink with others."

Ge Long turned his head in a dizzy way and saw the woman who was also drinking suicide and squeezed over from the crowd and sat next to him. She placed an empty wine glass in front of the old bartender, then knocked on the table, signaling to fill it up.

The old bartender's chest was fluctuating violently, obviously full of anger, but he still looked at Golong with great professionalism and saw what he meant. It was not until Golong nodded that he started to mix bartenders. At this time, a few gold coins were thrown from behind the counter. At least he didn't have to worry that no one paid the bill.

At this time, Ge Long finally saw the woman's true appearance clearly. It was not appropriate to say that it was true appearance. The woman was painted with a layer of waxy oil paint on her face. Although it looked very realistic, it could not be hidden from the nose of the ogre chef Ge Long. The smell of oil paint was completely different from that of humans themselves.

This woman was actually a bit unfamiliar. The rough-looking long skirt on her body also made her look like she had no figure. Judging from her current image, it looked no different from the common peasant women in their thirties and forties on the street. (To be continued...)
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