Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 310: Gypsy girl

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?Walking out of the mercenary station, Dinwiddie said to Ron apologetically.

"Sorry, Brother Ron, I wanted to invite you to drink, but we still have some things, I'm afraid it will be another day..."

Where did Ron not hear Dinwiddie’s dodge, they wanted to get rid of their own, but they had already come to the orc empire, it didn’t matter, they smiled and said, "Okay, everyone, Let's see bye bye..."

Farewell to everyone, Ron wandered the streets of Shata City alone, looking at the scenery of the streets. ""

There are humans everywhere here, so it’s so lively, and from time to time, a few orcs walk by proudly.

Gradually, Ron feels that the orcs are in a superior position here. Whether in shops, taverns, etc., the orcs are always the priority customers. Everyone is full of respect for the orcs, and even a little flattering, and the humans here He is often used to it, but for Ron who has just arrived here, he is very uncomfortable.

"Well, whatever so much, maybe the orc empire is just a post in my past. Besides, I have no ability to change anything..."

Ron sighed faintly. At this time, his stomach screamed "groan--" unconvincingly, and he felt hungry.

After turning around for a long time, it was time to eat. He raised his head and looked around, walked to a good mercenary tavern by the side of the road, and walked in with his leg raised.

"Welcome!"

The waiter in the tavern is a little cute human woman, with a professional smile, opening the door for Ron.

Ron nodded and went straight in.

This is a spacious hall with no private rooms. In the middle is a small stage. The dancers on it are shaking their moving waists and offering cheerful dances to the guests.

Perhaps because the guests here are mercenaries, the lobby looks a little messy, as soon as you enter the door, a scent of sweaty air rushes into Ron’s nostrils, and there are tables after tables on the surrounding tables. 'S mercenaries joked and laughed loudly, boasting of their adventures.

In the aisle, some revealingly dressed women shuttled among them with a charming smile. They laughed loudly, playing with the mercenaries, using their bodies to exchange gold coins on them. Many of the mercenaries drank too much. He hugged them and walked upstairs, needless to say, they are all prostitutes, and they are all human.

Most of the guests here are humans, but Ron also found several orcs among them. Compared with humans, the treatment of orcs is completely different. They are surrounded by at least three human prostitutes. Constantly show off coquettishness and show up.

At this time, Ron's gaze narrowed, and he spotted Dinwiddie and his party, who were also dining here.

"Brother, did you see it? The bone slave is here again..." Stephanie also saw Ron and reminded in a low voice.

"What a coincidence?" When Dingwiddie heard it, he was a little surprised, "Forget it, leave him alone..." He looked back at Ron and lowered his head as if he didn't recognize him.

Ron smiled, he naturally knew what these people were thinking, and didn't care about them, he found a seat for himself, and after a while, the beautiful waitress brought the exquisite food to him.

Ron was eating the food on the plate, but his eyes were fixed on the singing and dancing on the stage. The human woman who was performing on the stage was about sixteen years old, with a hot body and good looks. When singing, a pair of beautiful big The radiant eyes are very moving and charming. It can be seen that her singing and dancing skills are very good and quite professional.

Although Ron didn't know much about singing and dancing, he also felt that the girl's performance was very good, as can be seen from the applause in the audience.

At the end of the song, the girl bowed and stepped down to the applause of everyone.

From the girl’s costume, Ron can see that she comes from a race called Gypsy among humans. People of this race don’t have much talent for fighting, but both men and women can sing and dance. They have a good voice, they live in no fixed place and wander around. Among the Gypsies, men generally do low jobs such as waiters and gardeners. Most of the women are engaged in **** work. The prostitutes in the hall are basically Gypsies. Very low status.

Ron has heard a nice song called "Caravan". The lyrics reflect the wandering life of Gypsies. It is a bit romantic and a bit hard.

"The whole nation is suffering..." Ron shook his head, thinking in his heart, full of sympathy for the Gypsies. He picked up a glass of wine from the table and poured it down, "Gudong Gudong...".

"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"

At this time, a timid voice sounded, and a girl was standing at the table, looking at Ron with eager eyes.

"Is it her?"

Although the girl in front of me had a light makeup, Ron recognized it at a glance. She was the gypsy girl who had just performed singing and dancing on the stage.

The gypsy girl's name is Basala, and she is the pillar of this gypsy song and dance troupe. Under the influence of her clan, she has practiced singing and dancing since she was a child. She is extremely talented. She only needs to watch any dance for three It can jump out completely, the voice is also very good, and he is like a first-class master at a young age.

Most gypsy dancers are part-time prostitutes. As the pillar of the song and dance troupe, Basala can naturally not engage in this kind of work, but today, she has reasons to do it.

Her brother is sick!

Although I have heard a lot from women in the clan, Basala did this for the first time, like a thief. She was a little timid and afraid to go to a crowded table. Fearing the orcs, she finally targeted Ron, who was eating quietly and was about the same age.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally summoned the courage and took the first step in her life as a prostitute.

Ron quietly looked at the gypsy girl in front of him, and saw that she had chestnut hair, a delicate face like a porcelain doll, and a large piece of white on her charming chest, then looked down. There was a deep cleavage-groove on her chest, which was very pleasing to the eyes. Because of her frequent dance practice, the girl's soft waist appeared slender without a trace of fat. She stood in front of Ron with her long eyelashes drooping, which was very lovely.

"Dear Mr. Mercenary, may I sit here?"

Seeing that Ron didn't answer, Basala summoned up the brave and asked again.

"Sorry, Mr. Mercenary, I'm sorry..."

After a while, seeing Ron still not answering, Basala was a little disappointed, bowed and prepared to leave.

"Yes, sit down!" Ron said finally.

"Thank you!"

The gypsy girl sat down opposite Ron, her expression uneasy, a little awkward, and she didn't know what to say, she was obviously a child.

"It seems to be a hard worker, just give her a little more money to send her away..." Ron thought, and there was a trace of sympathy in his heart for this gypsy girl who seemed to be younger than him.

Ron asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Basara!" Basara replied quietly.

Ron nodded, "My name is Ron!"

"Mr. Ron!" Basala called out timidly.

"Hmm!" Ron replied, bowed his head to eat, and ignored her.

Basara was sitting there, her pretty face flushed red, her jade-white fingers constantly rubbing-handling the corners of her clothes, her expression a little embarrassed.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Ron also felt that it was inappropriate to leave the girl aside in this way, and asked aloud.

"No...no more..."

Basara replied, her face flushed even more.

"Hmm!" Ron picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank it, put the glass on the table, and reached for the bottle with his other hand.

Basara seemed to have reacted, she quickly reached out for the wine bottle and grabbed Ron to fill it up before Ron.

"Thank you!"

Ron smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it again. At this moment, Basara helped him fill it up again as if she had finally found something to do.

Just like that, one poured and one drank, Ron drank seven or eight cups at once.

When Basara filled the glass again, Ron pushed the glass in front of him and smiled bitterly, "Don't drink it, you can't even walk on the road..."

"Punch--"

Looking at Ron's miserable look, Barsara couldn't help but laugh, and she covered her cute little mouth with her hand.

"It's time to leave too!" Ron was full of wine and food, and took out the space bag to prepare to check out. In addition to the money for the meal, Basala's tip was also to be given, after all, they had been sitting for so long.

Based on his sympathy for the gypsy girl, Ron decided to give more.

At this time, a male waiter walked quickly and said to Ron, "Respected Mr. Mercenary, there is a table of guests over there who just watched Miss Barsara’s singing and dancing, and wanted to invite her over to accompany him. No Know..."

Miss Barsara was a little surprised, and immediately interrupted and said, "Mr. Waiter, haven't you seen that I already have guests?"

Seeing that Basara didn't want to go, Ron put down his hand holding the space bag and said, "Yes, did you see her drinking with me?"

The waiter hesitated, "But...that's an orc..."

"Orcs?"

When Barsara heard this, her face turned pale with a "whh--" her face showed a look of fear. She clenched her silver teeth and tried to keep herself from crying.

Seeing Barsara's expression, Ron understood. He glanced at the waiter and said, "Mr. Waiter, do you have any rules for forcing interruption of other people's service?"

Basara opened a pair of beautiful big eyes in surprise, her long eyelashes were constantly shaking, and she looked at Ron in disbelief.

"That's not true, but..." The waiter hesitated, he meant to let Ron take the initiative and let Miss Barsara out.

Ron said without hesitation, "It's okay if you don't have it, you tell him, Miss Barsara is drinking with me, and now I have no time to accompany him..."

Barsara looked grateful when she heard it.

"Okay!"

The waiter gave them a helpless look, then turned and went back.

"Thank you!"

Basara said sincerely that she is different from the human women of the orc empire. If she is allowed to serve the ugly orcs, she would rather die.

"It's okay! You can sit for a while..." Ron said with a smile.

As soon as Ron's voice fell, there was a "bang--" behind him, like the sound of knocking over a table, and at the same time, a voice roared.

"Which **** is so bold that he dares not give me face? What? He is still a human?"

"Mr. Markham...Mr. Markham...you can't go there..." the waiter's anxious voice sounded.

There was a commotion from behind, and Ron frowned, just to meet the people's eyes.

"Is it you?"

For a moment, both sides are a little surprised.

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