Many years later, the great poet Dandelion will receive a gift from the legacy of Alphonse Willie - Vanilla Hotel, and then slightly transformed with Pusirah to open his beloved dance hall.

Then a tragedy on earth called "The Sin of the Body" was staged!

But now the fanatical and devout Kata Kahn has not settled in Nou City.

Because of his own thrust, Hawthorne I was burping in advance, and Vanilla Hotel became the industry of collectors among the three giants, and there was no more of a great poet.

"Did I accidentally destroy his dream? Or did I save his lover?"

...

"What are the masters arguing about just now?" Dandrien's eyes were circling suspiciously between the empty shop and the crowd.

"I'll explain it?" Roy smiled happily and said frankly, "The Snake and the Cats paid for these two stores together... One of them already has a home. But the larger store--"

Before Roy could finish speaking, Oaks walked forward enthusiastically and punched the great poet intimately in the chest. The latter screamed in pain and covered his chest and wailed.

"Master Dandelion, you're here just in time!"

"We are going to transform this land into the largest brothel in Novigray. You are very literary and just create a poem for the new store!" Ox held the great poet's shoulder with full expectation, and then shook him dizzy.

"It's clear that it's time to open a tavern!"

"Blacksmith shop!"

"Sword Museum!"

"Wait...Oh, please let go!" Dandelion broke out from the witch hunter's muscle spiral cage and wiped away the sweat from his brown hair. "What do you mean... Hiss... this big shop hasn't been arranged yet?"

"It's still under discussion." Roy pleaded with a look at the big men, and they finally stopped arguing. "Master Dandelion, Ms. Pusirah, both of whom have lived in Nou City for quite some time, have a better understanding of all walks of life."

“Are there any good suggestions?”

The blonde beauty fell into deep thought.

Dandrien's blue eyes rolled, and a desire suddenly surged in his heart, which was the ideal and wish hidden deep in his heart.

It may never be possible with yourself alone.

But now, an opportunity is right in front of you.

He swallowed and thought carefully at everyone.

"Public houses, brothels, swordsmanship, why not combine them and transform them slightly?"

"What does it mean?" Several pairs of vertical pupils suddenly locked in the great poet.

His body trembled, and a bright smile squeezed out on his face, "How about the dance hall? You can drink, have fun, and exercise..."

Hearing the sound, Pusilla stroked her hair and her bright eyes shone.

It was her wish to have a fixed place to perform.

"Well? Can the dance hall do that?" Ox was surprised.

"I mean a regular dance hall, which has nothing to do with the moon, and customers will get a more elegant and high-end enjoyment." Dandrien tried to paint a beautiful scene, "Wine refers specifically to low-degree and soft wine. It will not make the guests drunk and go crazy."

"The drama opens, the wine is warmed up, the poetry ends, and finally, there is a dance step."

Master Dan smiled and said in a longing, "This is the enjoyment of the upper class."

"We will popularize it and bring it to the people...it will definitely be very popular."

"Then won't the poems I treasure have a place to use!"

Ox winked at Threit, who lowered his head and sighed.

"Forget it, wine is also considered wine, so the dance hall is just a dance hall."

Who told him to be the one who is brother?

"Wait, this idea is sure to work?" Bald Resso and Maojiu questioned. "A few of us rough people insist on running a dance hall like a theater. Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?"

"The key is that there is no skill to manage!"

"Masters don't have to worry, if you agree with this suggestion," Dandelion said sincerely with his hands folded in front of his chest, "I and Ms. Pusirah are willing to take on the heavy responsibility and take care of it."

"Ninety percent of the profits belong to you."

"And we both asked for only 10% of the salary to fill our stomachs, all of them were written into the agreement."

Pusilla's pretty face was stunned.

This guy dragged me into trouble again!

But she couldn't refuse.

The blonde beauty bit her red lips lightly, her slender hands closed on her abdomen, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in her beautiful eyes, expecting, "If the masters are willing to give a chance, Dandelion and I will definitely make the dance hall profitable!"

"Do you two want to open a dance hall? That's okay, but if it starts, you join forces to deceive the witch hunter, how will it happen?" A cold light flashed across the gray-green pupils of Maojiu.

"Give me ten courage, I dare not deceive you!" Dandelion stood up with his neck and was braver for a rare time. "And I settled in Noor City, with a little reputation, but my thin arms and legs were weak and sick, and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to."

“How much is it?”

"Preliminary decoration, theater style...it's about 200 kroner...it's because I have to recruit dance and drama actors, including their monthly wages..." Dandrien groped his chin and calculated carefully. "It's no less than 400 kroner per month, no more than 500 kroner. But I promise that every account will be recorded in detail, and you can review it at any time!"

"If we lose for three consecutive months, we will get out of here!"

Maojiu glanced at Seret, who estimated the price and nodded, and then he stopped objecting.

The bald man sighed,

"Ms. Pusilla, we are not in Nou City for these days. Thanks to your care of Old Moore and Susie, I have helped the little devil a lot. With this... I decided to fulfill your wishes."

The two poets were happy to behave.

He looked at Roy, only one answer was left.

Roy only sighed that the world is amazing.

By chance, Dandelion lost the Vanilla Hotel.

But they came to the door and made suggestions for the dance hall.

Is this the arrangement of fate?

Of course, he is happy to fulfill his promise.

Give the great poet and Pusir a wonderful ending.

But it is unpredictable whether an innovative project such as a dance hall can make a profit or lose, so it has to improve its cost-effectiveness.

"I have a condition, two," Roy thought, "It's okay to open a dance hall, but every month, at least a chanting of poetry or performances about the witch hunter."

"I will not force two people to praise you, but at least I must justify the witch hunter's name and popularize the real image of the witch hunter for the guests. Do you understand what I mean?"

Even if this part of the money is lost, it will not be in vain if it can achieve publicity effects.

After all, as the commercial center in the north, Nuocheng has a certain influence on the entire northern border and is worthy of being a pilot.

Maojiu's eyebrows were frowning, not understanding the meaning.

But the three great men of the Snake Sect were thinking.

It is indeed necessary to revive the school, recruit apprentices, improve the reputation of the witch hunter, and break the superstitious rumors that vilify his image.

In Vigima, Fultest refused to justify the witch hunter.

Then let’s try again in Nuocheng.

Dandelion and the female minstrel looked at each other and smiled brightly.

"Everyone, I promise that at least two new works will promote the positive image of the witch hunter every month! If the feedback is good, we will increase our efforts."

"And I personally took the initiative to write poems and scripts, and the effect was absolutely no less than that of Vigiman's 'sewer butcher legend'."

Roy's mouth twitched, can he turn the story?

Shaking his head, he shook the blonde beauty's hand and patted Dandrien's shoulder hard, "We can sign the agreement right away!"

After saying that, he suddenly approached the great poet and whispered mysteriously.

"Master Dan, you should restrain your passion in the future. Also, protect Pusirah and don't let her get hurt again! Do you understand?"

"Huh?" Dandrien's blue eyes were full of doubt. He had hurt Pusir's heart before?

Don't worry about it!

The dance hall is important!

"I swear as you wish!" The great poet bowed his chest and bowed.

"When the dance hall opens," Roy glanced at the pair of poets who looked like a perfect match. "I will give you a piece of work. I hope that Ms. Pusir can perform it wonderfully at that time!"
Chapter completed!