It actually gave him a happy feeling, which was indeed a bit interesting.

"Not bad."

“One more drink!”

Zong Shen took out a dinar again and slapped it on the table.

The smile on the bartender's face faded a lot and was replaced by a solemn one.

After Zong Shen finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the exciting dance on the circular stage.

There were many people surrounding the stage, raising their arms and cheering excitedly.

The smell in the air is very complex, including the smell of wine, sweat and a faint smell of blood.

Taverns like this have always been a mixed place.

Zong Shen looked around, looking for traces of heroic talents.

Originally, he thought that the bard was probably a heroic talent.

But it's not.

Among the hundreds of people present, there were only two heroic talents.

The qualifications are all average. One of them has excellent qualifications and is actually a dancer in the venue. She looks pretty but has a very hot figure and is dancing to the beat of the drums.

There is another person with excellent qualifications, carrying a crossbow behind his back and a long sword hanging on his waist.

Wearing ordinary leather armor and a crudely made black iron half-helmet on his head.

There were several guys dressed as mercenaries around him.

It looks like he should be a mercenary leader.

However, the dancer was a bit interesting, and Zong Shen thought about whether to take her back to his territory.

The territory currently has many heroic talents, but the new population will be even greater.

There is a huge demand for dominance points.

Strictly speaking, the number of heroic talents even determines the upper limit of the command value in some aspects.

Moreover, the potential of heroic talents is much greater than that of farmers.

As they practice their daily work, their qualifications will also improve.

Of course, the same is true for farmers, but compared to heroes, it is much more difficult for them to be promoted.

Currently, there are so many farmers in Zong Shen's territory, which means there is a third fat one!

Just as he was thinking about it, the second cup of fiery carnival was ready.

This time, the bartender responded to his request by putting some ice cubes for him from the thick ice bucket.

For ordinary taverns, ice cubes are a rare item.

There are only three ways to make ice here.

The first is natural ice, the second is ice made from saltpeter, and the third is frost magic.

Basically, except for the Northern Territory, every city in the other kingdoms has one or several saltpeter making workshops. They use primitive excrement to make saltpeter. The output is very low, and the supply of ice cubes is naturally limited.

As for frost magicians, they are relatively rare, and it is impossible to spread them across the entire continent for large-scale ice production.

So this glass of strong wine with ice is the bartender's respect for Zong Shen.

The Little Ear Tavern belongs to the underworld forces, and these underworld rats only respect the strong.

They don't have much concept of good and evil. Those who can eat are lambs, and those who cannot eat are strong.

And the strong should be respected!

Zong Shen looked at the ice cubes in the cup and grinned.

He raised his glass and greeted the bartender. He looked at it again and found that its properties had changed slightly. Previously, people with less than 50 power points would fall asleep after drinking it. Now it has changed to less than 75 power points.

People fall asleep after drinking it.

It seems that even with his body, he cannot drink unlimited amounts of it.

Drinking it for a short period of time will allow alcohol and toxins to accumulate.

So this time he didn't drink it all in one gulp, but took a sip to his lips.

After adding ice cubes, the spicy and bitter taste is weakened, but it becomes more refreshing.

"By the way, are those dancers from the tavern?"

Zong Shen put down his wine glass and suddenly asked seriously.

The bartender was wiping the bar with a rag.

"They belong to the Aldrich Dance Company."

"The bar pays the appearance fee and they perform the show."

"The reward received is 50/50."

"It seems that you are very interested in those dancers?"

Zong Shen could not stop drinking, so he was considered a strong man, so the bartender naturally used honorifics.

Hearing his question, Zong Shen nodded.

"Yes, I am very interested in one of the dancers."

At this time, the bartender put down the rag, leaned forward and whispered.

"If you are willing to pay 100 dinars, I can introduce you."

"The Aldrich Dance Company is a very powerful erotic dance company."

"The group in Winterlow recently is just a small group among them, and its style is that of mountain aborigines."

To this, Zong Shen's answer was only two words.

"make a deal!"

He once again pretended to take out a dinar from his waist and threw it out. He raised his hand and drank the second cup of hot carnival in one gulp, leaving the ice cubes that had not yet melted.

The bartender caught the dinar and stuffed it into his pocket, walked out of the bar, and personally led Zong Shen to a round table in the corner.

"Ram, I brought you a high-roller!"

"He is interested in your dancers and may be able to offer you a price that satisfies you."

There was a gloomy middle-aged man sitting at the round table.

He was holding a wooden cup and sipping his couscous beer.

Zong Shen could already smell the slightly sour fermentation smell.

After the bartender made the introduction, the gloomy middle-aged man named Ram was still expressionless.

Seeing this, the bartender pulled out a chair next to him and let Zong Shen sit down first, while he returned to the bar.

He seemed to understand that Ram's character was like this.

Seeing Zong Shen sit down, Ram finally spoke.

"The show is about to end, get ready to bid."

"Our girls have received strict training. Even an ogre would be ecstatic."

“If you’re lucky, you can have a night of ecstasy for only 300 dinars.”

It seems that Ram regarded him as a female ticket seller selling sex.

The dance was almost over at this time.

Because the drum beat tends to be gentle.

But Zong Shen shook his head seriously.

"No, I mean, buy it."

“It’s not a one-night deal.”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing him say this, Ram frowned.

"Impossible, every Aldrich dancer has received fifteen years of training."

"They are the hope and signature of the Aldrich Dance Company."

Ram was not willing to sell, so he seemed very unhappy.

These dancers can earn thousands or even tens of thousands of dinars for the dance company every month.

The erotic dance performance is one thing, but the bidding will be the big one at that time.

So every dancer is equivalent to a hen that lays golden eggs.

The dancers in front of me are not very old.
To be continued...