The map shows that the blonde woman in front of the bar has a blue question mark.

Even if she didn't rely on notes, the other party's seductive temperament made her too conspicuous in this hall.

Several rich men were discussing this woman.

The bar seems to have become an exhibition stand, already occupied by its unique charm, and no other guests will sit down next to it.

The bartender and waiter also walked around her.

"Who is that person?"

Adam touched Belan with the back of his hand under his cloak.

He was sure that the female repairman also discovered the beauty who was drinking and stooping, but Belan kept his back to his back or even dodging.

Obviously, they are familiar, or even familiar.

"She must be here to find you, right? There is trouble now that I'm approaching. If you don't tell me her identity, I don't know if I need help."

Onlookers began to gather, and the knowledgeable guides began to persuade their employers to leave.

There were many fierce and fierce men in the crowd, who were now holding weapons, vaguely surrounding them, blocking each passage that could leave the hall, and pointing the tip of the knife at the bar.

"Damn it, it's all your fault. You have to show off. Just hundreds of golden crows. Can't the captain give it to you!"

Belan gritted his teeth and muttered, but there was no anxiety in his tone, but some kind of anger that he was about to be scolded.

"That woman gave you a sense of security."

Adam ignored the complaint and continued to determine the other party's identity.

"Ha, you are almost the same as them."

Belan poked Adam's chest with his finger, his eyes full of contempt and contempt, as if he had exposed a short-sighted pervert.

"This is Captain Leslie, who you are about to surrender to, the woman who mocks the Skull Bay to control life and death and wealth.

Danger?

Mercenaries know the rules and always respect the captain. Those idiots who have some money and pretend to behave with their lower body will be their greatest danger."

Belan's volume was not very restrained, and several faces turned around in the crowd.

She misunderstood Adam, thinking that his eyes observing around him were some frivolous thoughts.

Is Rilis actually a woman?

Adam did not explain, and he was slightly surprised himself.

The business partner who signed the contract turned out to be a female captain with such a unique temperament.

The onlookers suddenly became flustered, as if things were developing.

This place is already narrow, and in the midst of congestion, the guys who were alert with knives, as well as Adam and others, were restricted from moving and could only stop on the spot.

"Oh, damn, he actually went to the line."

"Help me see if there is any problem with my clothes, I want to seize the opportunity!"

The reason for the commotion was that a wealthy man took the lead in attacking.

【Confident Noble】

He wore white gloves, pinched the glass goblet, covered up the dirty things with his smile, leaned the wine, and walked towards the bar amid curses and envy.

A noble lady can choose male mercenaries, so the master naturally also has to choose a female companion.

Both the flowing orioles and the special waiter can demonstrate their identity and financial resources. However, if you get a beauty of this temperament as your companion, it is enough to prove your charm.

Let her sit at her table at the banquet...

That would be so shameful!

"Swan Bird God, I can't stop him."

【Pussy Mercenary】

The thin mercenary had been following the rich man, but when he was close to Leslie at a certain distance, he did not dare to take another step forward.

He stood outside the invisible line, his limbs trembled and cold sweat dripped on his cheeks.

Fish oil wiped his hair smoothly and neatly, and now he was scratched in a mess. The clothes he rented at the door had also been torn off two buttons.

But the mercenary doesn't care - if the employer wants to tease the god of death, he must do something.

"This is my ransom. Sorry, Captain, I really can't stop it!"

So everyone's eyes gathered.

He pulled off the sign that symbolized the identity of [temporary employment] in public, wrapped the bulging wallet in his coat, threw it all on the complicated floor, and then fled.

The golden crows rolled down and the hall was quiet.

Gamblers who are usually addicted to money can only swallow their saliva silently and dare not stretch out their dog's paws.

"Any wealth that is tributed to the captain is contaminated with danger and taboos..."

This is a famous saying passed down from generation to generation on the Nagilfa coastline.

There was a constant noise around, and other mercenaries and guides began to explain to the boss.

This sudden accident made those rich men who were not familiar with the rules finally put down their airs and listen to something that could survive.

"I said there are three people who must not offend them."

"No one can save you. No matter how much identity or wealth you have, you can't buy your life from them!"

"I didn't introduce anyone, because according to the hunting period, you will definitely not meet her. Who knew she suddenly returned."

Adam hid in the crowd, listening to his talkative comments, and various deeds that were adding fuel to the fire.

The entire ship is being washed away.

Going into a private gambling game and asking for the accounts.

The gang members in the slaughter shed are dyed red sea water.

...

In short, it is all intimidating and tingling scenes.

"Give me a piece of ice."

Leslie pushed out the cup and reached out to tug the blonde hair on his neck.

The pair of dark blue and gloomy pupils reflected the glimmer of glimmer in the hall crystal, sweeping the nobleman who came forward to meet him.

"What's crazy!"

The nobleman showed doubts and cursed in a low voice.

He could only see the crowd whispering, so he felt that he was jealous of himself.

"Well, I'm not talking about you, beautiful lady."

He ignored the hinted eyes of his companions, introduced himself, took the opportunity to pull the bench open and lean against the bar.

"I'm from the capital of the Kingdom. Of course, we can't talk about which one. If you are interested, there is a table full of food behind you. Should you sit down and talk?

I invite all elegant people, and you can easily satisfy any wish you have..."

He smelled the fragrance of his hair in the air, his speech gradually slowed down, as if the whole world was immersed in the smooth and beautiful side face.

The corners of a woman's mouth are slightly raised, and the arcs that are driven can be easily drawn into the painting.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.

The noise broke the atmosphere.

The bartender came up with a tray tremblingly. The untied square ice hit the thick cup, making a panic-won rapid and crisp sound.

"Are you sick, too?"

The nobleman frowned and angry, his tone was bored.

The original education would not allow him to say such vulgar words, but the Bay advocates freedom and does not need to be concealed. He should have been free and enjoyed casually.

But the guy he hired actually ran away in public screaming and now the bartender is staring at him with a haunted look.

Why do people always interrupt themselves? Are there any idiots who don’t have eyes and can’t understand the situation and atmosphere?

"Ahem, why don't we go to the back to chat? Drinking can't fill our stomachs."

His words were full of teasing, and he even leaned over the confident face, gently approached the lady's shoulder, and swept a few strands of hair with the tip of his nose.

Clang.

The bartender couldn't hold the tray, fell behind the stage, and rolled and crawled away.

"Left hand or right hand?"

A female voice came, as if the sea water was overflowing the embankment.

The confident nobles hadn't heard it clearly, and their eyes were already dark.
To be continued...