Section 135 Selection

The private rooms on the second floor of "Red Rose" are soundproofed.

This is really normal. If a fool doesn't understand what these second-floor rooms are for, at least he can see men and women always laughing and walking into the private rooms, and then leaving satisfied for a long time. In this case, no one will hope that the sound inside will be heard. Because of this, sometimes, some people will borrow these private rooms to talk about topics that hope the third party doesn't know.

Rotia walked into the private room and closed the door. The entire door was equipped with special leather padding to ensure that the sound did not come out. There was only one person in the private room, a middle-aged young man wearing a common travel costume and short hair. He did not carry any obvious weapons on his face, but there was a noticeable bulge on his ribs. After Rotia came in, his eyes kept looking at the woman in front of him.

Rotia didn't care about this kind of vision at all. She was originally a beauty and was mingling in a place like Huajie, so she had long been accustomed to this kind of vision. She sat down on the sofa generously and looked at the stranger in front of her.

"You're the one who came to find me?" Rotia asked first.

"You are Rotia?" the other party spoke, with three points of curiosity and three points of arrogance in his voice. A person like him actually reduced his identity to see a prostitute here. To him, he was very polite.

"It's me, I thought it was Byerheim." Rotia chuckled.

"How could Lord Baier come to see you? My name is..."

"No need to say it." Rotia waved his hand, "I don't care about your name. Master Envoy, hurry up and say what you are going to do. My time... I've been quite nervous recently."

"You..." Rotia's contempt and disdain immediately had a great effect on the messenger. "You dare to speak to me in this tone?!"

"Oh, then how should I talk? Should I lower my head and take off my clothes as soon as possible, and then pretend to be shy and say to you, 'I'm waiting for you in the bed'?" Rotia replied disdainfully. "Okay, say something quickly, and let go of everything if you have farts. I have time and don't have time to talk to you."

"You..." The messenger was furious. He never expected that the other party would be in this way to him, as if nothing had happened, and as careless. This prostitute! Who did she think she was? If she hadn't made a deal with the Duke, how could she still be here now and face him with this attitude?

"Okay," the messenger took a deep breath, his reason finally defeated his anger, so he put his wounded self-esteem aside. Let's talk about the serious matter first. "I got a rumor that you are in the palace now?"

"Yes, I am now the teacher of the little queen." Rotia simply said this matter directly.

A prostitute actually became the queen's teacher! Although this is good news for the messenger, this incident also made him feel insulted. How dare that little girl do this? However, his reason once again prevailed, and telling himself that the task is the most important thing.

"Since you can go to and from the palace, you must have access to many secrets?"

"This, I can say that." Rotia also answered very simply.

"Very good, we currently need a channel for information that can reach the top leaders." The messenger said. "Since you have become the queen's tutor, it's just right for this job. Rotia, according to the order of the Duke, I want you to inform the little queen once every three days. If there is a major news, you need to inform me immediately. If you do well, the Duke will not treat you badly."

"Ah, what you mean is that if I don't do well, then Byron will treat me badly? Ha... then forget it, just calculate that I don't do well, just let him treat me badly."

"you……"

"I am a fair person. One message, three thousand gold Oli, and the particularly important news costs five thousand. This price is not outrageous, right? Don't worry, if you think the price is not suitable, you are welcome to find another way, and I will never interfere."

"You...hahahaha..." This time, the messenger laughed furiously. "Rotyya, you are just a mere prostitute and a gang leader. You dare to threaten the Duke? Do you know what the consequences of doing this? Don't forget that if you didn't kneel in front of the Duke and lick his toes, you would have died long ago."

"One time, another time." Rotia did not blush at all. "He was the Regent at the time, so I had to bow my head to save my life, but now he is just a mere thief. Even you, the messenger, want to bow your head and be a human being here, and hide your identity? There is no good result in exposing your identity. Our little queen, but I wish I could eat Byron and his minions and slept with meat and skin quickly."

"Hmph, I advise you not to misjudgment the situation." The messenger snorted. "We little queen is just surviving. The Duke will soon return to Eagle City..."

"It's a pity that I just misjudged." Rotia replied casually. "I judged that Byron would never have the chance to return to Hawk City again. Not only that, he was even better than a few years. I remember that no matter what country, the king punished such a great rebel." She smiled and looked at the messenger in front of her and spit out four words. "Crack the house and destroy the clan!"

For some reason, this simple word made the messenger's heart beat violently.

"Actually, I used Byron's hand to sweep the underground world of Eagle City." Rotia replied. "But it seems that our Byron Duke really thinks that he has the aura of kingship, which makes anyone bow his head and surrender. But he didn't think about it. If he really had a domineering spirit, he wouldn't have left Eagle City in shame."

She chuckled and tickled her hair with her hands. "Forget it, I know what's going on anyway. It seems that our Lord Byron is just claiming to be rich and not really rich. He can't afford to pay the information I issued. That's it," she looked at the messenger in front of her. "Now you have two choices."

"The first choice is to go back and tell Byron that the little queen will soon send a siege army to deal with him, and I'm afraid he can't stand this time. The second choice," Rotia's tone suddenly became ambiguous and cruel. "It's just death here."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I often threaten others, but this time, I'm just telling a fact." Rortiya replied. "Do you know, I don't like your attitude and tone. Byron is no longer the Regent, you are not the messenger of the Regent, and I am no longer the ordinary female tavern boss and gang leader in the past." She smiled. "I have created my throne on a ruin, and I have greater support from external forces. Those who walk in the dark are under my jurisdiction... Do you think that an outsider like you can fight against me in my kingdom?"

She moved quickly, and when she finished the last word, she had already opened the door and walked out of the room.

The messenger was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he had never considered that Rottiya would refuse. How dare this prostitute refuse? But he still woke up quickly. He remembered that his mission to come here had not been completed. Rottiya was very important to him. If he could not get her cooperation, it would mean that his visit was completely failed. So he rushed out quickly and grabbed Rottiya's shoulder with his hands.

"Don't think..." He grabbed Rotia and shouted angrily. But the next moment, a powerful arm stretched out from the slant, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand away from Rotia's shoulder.

The messenger was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the person who stopped him was a tall and muscular man.

"Well, it seems that he has made his own choice." Rotia was on his shoulder with a calm face, which was the position he had just caught by the messenger. "Leave the one below to you. Everything is done according to the old rules, and no one cares about the number of drowning corpses in the Lunqing River."

"I understand, Sister Rotia." replied the strong man. Then he stepped forward and stood in front of the messenger.

"You..." The messenger reached out his hand desperately, trying to pull out the dagger he carried with him. But before he could make any attack or defense, a violent blow fell on the back of his head.

The messenger's body collapsed to the ground, revealing the sneak attacker behind him. He was a thin middle-aged man holding an iron-headed hammer in his hand. Then, four or five men suddenly appeared from somewhere, each with weapons in his hand. But it was obvious that there was no need for them to appear here.

"I look like a fool, and I don't look around before I start." said the empty-handed strong man in front.

"So we did a good thing for the world," replied the latte hammer. "We have successfully improved the average IQ of all human beings, aren't we? Well, everyone, hurry up and don't affect the business in the store."

...

Ashu Rufate rubbed his nose hard.

This is the edge of the martial arts field next to the military camp. You can see a team of soldiers conducting queue training in a distance. In this era, queue and discipline training has been considered the most important training for the army, and discipline has become a key indicator for measuring the combat effectiveness of an army.

However, Ashu Rufate was not here to carry out training today, but to do another thing.

Now, just next to the barracks, a casting workshop with weapons and armor has just been completed. If nearby residents were present at this time, he would have expressed surprise because there was nothing here two months ago.

This kind of work efficiency is actually beyond humans. In fact, this casting workshop was indeed not built by humans, but dwarves. At this time, Ashu Rufate was with a dwarf and listened to him introducing all this.

"Look, humans, how about it? Here is the firearm factory... Here is the armor factory... Here is the repair and manufacture of swords... This is the latest invention of our Engineers Association. The all-round battlefield repair institute!"

"Only repairs can be made here?" Ashu Rufat looked at everything around him.

"Of course not. This is what you specifically requested, so it is a real weapon and armor factory. If it is only used to repair weapons and armor, it doesn't take so long to build it. It can be done in ten days at most." The dwarf replied arrogantly. "This is the latest invention of our Engineers Association, and it is your luck to buy it."

"Ah, of course, it's a great honor." Ashu Rufate replied with a smile. It is usually believed that the dwarves have a bad temper and are vengeful, but on the other hand, they are very vain and like to be flattered. "After that being said, I really didn't expect the speed to be so fast."

"The speed is already slow!" replied the dwarf. "Your location is not good, and leveling the land has wasted a lot of our time."
Chapter completed!