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Two 10 minutes later.

Yang Qiu stared at the "newly dressed" Rex for a few seconds... silently looking away.

Rex himself didn't respond, and Mia found the two waitresses who helped Rex pack up, her face paled with nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to blame you." Yang Qiu nodded towards the two ladies, "Mia, send the two ladies back to rest."

"Okay, Mr. Lord." Mia quickly lifted her skirt and squatted lightly.

Yang Qiu waited for the three ladies to walk out of the room...then laughed rough.

Rex: "..."

"Sorry." Yang Qiuren smiled, "Go and wash off your face and hands, it's really...too funny."

Rex entered the bathroom with a blank face and a big white face...

The "upper-class aesthetics" of this world is still in the first stage after the advent of the industrial age.

That is to say... the pampered and rich people are particular about pale and fragile tone that will fall when the wind blows.

Yang Qiu asked the two original senior waitresses to dress up Rex like aristocrats. They tried their best to paint Rex's hands, face and neck white, combed his hair with water to make it smooth and smooth, and even decorated his forehead. Do your best.

However, Rex is not a canary youth who is suitable for this style of painting. Although his facial features are quite standard, his skin is dark and rough. The son grows even thicker, after shaving off the beard and whitening it vigorously, it is almost like a clown about to perform on stage...

The original boss of "Elegant Dream" decorated his office in a very clean and elegant way. If you don't look at the weird instruments of torture behind the secret door of the cabinet, no one would know that the owner of this office is a dog who has been pulled out. dead pervert.

Yang Qiu occupied the high-back armrest sofa of the former boss, drank the high-grade black tea in the cupboard, and ate the high-end dim sum in the storage room.

Inspector Rowell didn't touch it directly... He felt uncomfortable even entering this building that was originally a brothel. Sitting on the leather single sofa at the moment was like sitting on pins and needles.

"Relax, friend, Westem is right. The houses and courtyards built on this street have no responsibility. The fault is those who wrongly use these buildings." Yang Qiu took a sip of tea and cleared his mouth Sweetly covered it, and said calmly, "As long as those who have done wrong things are dealt with, and no one is allowed to use these buildings by mistake, then this place is not a place to hide filth, but a simple residence."

Rowell didn't want to hear him talking about this, and said indifferently: "Are you still sticking to your original plan? I don't have any objections to Rex, but Rex is more like an explorer than a pampered nobleman. "

"I think so too." Yang Qiu actually agreed, "In this case, let's give Rex a different character. He is a self-improvement, extremely ambitious bastard son of aristocrats, and he doesn't bother to be like other bastard brothers. Trying their best to intrigue and lick the soles of their aristocratic father's shoes to ask for charity, but a super genius who went out to travel and make a fortune at a young age, the most dazzling star of the Viscount Rex's family... What do you think? ?”

Rowell: "..."

Rowell especially wanted to sarcastically say, "Did you spend these 300 years studying deception?", and worried that the guy on the other side would talk nonsense with him about the definition of deception and a liar, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

Rex washed off the exaggerated makeup powder, came out of the bathroom wetly, and heard Yang Qiu ask him: "Rex, how did you do geography when you were in school? How many places did you go to before running the Sorensen Mountains?" ?”

Rex: "Uh..."

The two waitresses who originally belonged to "Elegant Dream" were sent back to the room they were assigned by Mia. When they entered the room, others crowded around nervously: "How is it? Are you being embarrassed?"

"Did they say what would happen to us?"

One of them covered his chest and let out a long breath: "...Fortunately, that, that Mr. Spellcaster known as the lord is very, very kind."

Another said: "I didn't say anything, it's just that Ms. Mia told us not to think about anything first, let us have a good rest."

"How could it be possible not to think about anything?" The person waiting for the news said with a sad face, "There are so many of us, how much food we have to eat every day, could it be that they are just feeding us for nothing?"

"Miss Mia didn't say anything else?"

"Forget it, I think Miss Mia doesn't seem to have much status among them, and her words may not count for anything."

"But... that Mr. Rex said that we won't let us do... what we did before." The lady who had been out once said weakly.

The lady who made the objection couldn't help but sneered, and turned to look at the others: "Do you believe such words?"

The six ladies who were chattering just now fell silent at the same time.

"Then, what can we do then?" A younger lady sobbed, "Even if we want to escape, there is nowhere to go..."

The ladies looked at each other in silence, and after a moment of silence, they quietly dispersed and sat back on the beds made out of temporary chairs and stools.

"For a day, let's count it as a day." An older lady said hoarsely, "Anyway, we are people who have no future, what do we want to do with such a faraway thing."

Outside the door, Mia, who did not leave immediately, sighed silently.

"Sure enough, it's like what Rex said... It's not that providing food can make everyone feel at ease." Mia thought anxiously, and left lightly.

In the quiet corridor, every room Mia passed seemed to be faintly sobbing.

There was no wailing, no heart-piercing, just inaudible, low-pitched sobbing as if afraid of being discovered.

This kind of cautiousness, not daring to disturb others even by crying to vent her emotions... made Mia, who was walking alone in the corridor, feel more and more heavy.

When she went downstairs and could no longer hear those subtle sounds, Mia actually felt a sense of relief.

"Mr. Rex?" Seeing Rex coming out of the corridor on the first floor, Mia asked in surprise, "Didn't you go with Mr. Lord and the others?"

There was a very subtle embarrassment on Rex's face: "Uh...Yang seems to have thought of another way, so I don't need to go."

Mia: "Huh...?"

"Don't talk about that, we have other tasks." Rex quickly changed the topic, "There used to be a very strong male thug here, the one who didn't collude with his accomplices, but protected the ladies, you remember Well, where is he arranged?"

Mia, the man named Ben, certainly had the impression that he was the strongest man among all the people under the protection of Tarantan, and quickly said: "I know him, he is with the orcs."

They were not forced to take fattening agents to ruin their bodies. Although they are covered with welts, they are still a threat to other people. Of course, such a person cannot be put together with human male prostitutes. At least Mia will not be at ease. When assigning rooms, she put Ben was arranged on the floor where Ossirian and the others lived, and Ben was given a single room.

Rex and Mia came to the floor where the orcs lived, visited Ossirian first, and then went to Ben.

Ben was sitting alone on the floor covered with a thin quilt in a daze.

From early morning until now, everything that happened made this strong man who had been a thug in the nine battles look dumbfounded...

The undead occupied the entire street, and filled the streets with his boss, his colleagues, and the guests he had made fun of like pigs. Ban, who saw all this from the window, would feel pain if he didn't pinch his thigh. I am dreaming.

too exaggerated!

It is true that Westham rarely receives noble guests. After all, this place is too remote, and those decent people may not be willing to travel for a moment of pleasure, but Westham still has many distinguished guests!

Businessmen backed by aristocratic backgrounds, officials of Inadrian, and nepotism related to nobles are all common in Westham!

Regardless of others, his boss, Garcia Green, is the white glove of a viscount, and the middle-level officials of Inadoli have to be polite when they see him.

But there are so many people with status, all of them were tied up like pigs and thrown on the street!

Ben also sees his boss, Green... the guy has blood all over his clothes and his face is so swollen that he can barely recognize him!

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming towards the storage room where he lived, Ben, who was in a trance, suddenly woke up and stood up quickly.

All the rooms are not locked, but no one dares to leave the room to act wantonly... After all, there are too many undead outside. Facing those moving skeletons that would make people shudder even if they saw them in broad daylight, no matter how arrogant and arrogant they are I can't be willful either.

With a "click", the person who turned the doorknob and pushed the door in... Ben was impressed, it was the man who smashed the signboard of our shop not long ago.

He is very young, looks small, but is very strong, with a majestic momentum beyond his age. When he gets close to him, he can overwhelm people with high inspiration.

The class who had been a trainee soldier, but failed to take the professional-level path due to his family background, could tell with the naked eye and feeling that the man in front of him was a very powerful and terrifying warrior, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instinctively. .

When Ben looked at Rex, Rex looked at him too.

The man with many streaks of blood on his clothes has a hunk similar to Anthony's, with a swollen face, but he doesn't have the kind of murderous aura; judging from the instinctive defensive posture, he seems to have received certain training , but it should only stop at the entry level-his muscles are really messed up, and he is useless except to intimidate civilians.

Mia came in after Rex, and was shocked by the tense atmosphere of their silent gaze, and quickly broke the silence: "Hello, Ben, this is Mr. Rex. Mr. Rex, Ben is a good man When we came in, there was a lady named Hiber who was explaining to Ben, she said that Ben was different from those other people, and that she survived thanks to Ben's protection, and some women said the same."

Rex smiled at Mia reassuringly, and reached out to Ben: "Charlie Rex."

Ben only felt the heavy aura coming towards his face disappear in an instant, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, reaching out to shake hands with Lake: "Ban." After a pause, he added, "My mother is a washerwoman, and she was killed when she was drunk. Rape, and I don't know who my father is."

Others reported their full names, but Ben didn't want to be misunderstood by this great soldier that he was hiding something.

Rex nodded without saying any rude words of sympathy.

Everyone lives with wounds that others cannot see, and to most people who stick to their own path, rashly giving sympathy is an offense.

"We are from Tarantan and serve the lord of Tarantan, the black mage Yang." Rex said straight to the point, "Yang is working on the issue of the ownership of Westem's territory. If there is no accident, this land Soon it will belong to Yang, and the people here will become the subjects of Tarantan."

class:"……"

Ben didn't know how to react in order to avoid angering this serious warrior who was talking in sleep...

By the way, when did the great wilderness next door also have a lord? !

Rex smiled slightly and said: "I understand that this is unbelievable, but this is not something we need to care about. The problem now is that we need to restore Westem to normal operation, and we cannot let Westem's The townspeople are worried about where to get the next meal of bread."

Hearing this, Ben dared to slightly relax his tense facial muscles, showing a look of surprise.

In China during the feudal dynasty, there was a saying "poor culture and rich martial arts". The meaning of rich martial arts is very simple and easy to understand. Those who want to exercise a strong body must have certain financial conditions at home.

This principle is also common in this world. If you want to become a strong professional, you must not be born too poor, otherwise you will be like Ban himself, no matter how talented you are, you can only give up your dream halfway.

Rex was a great warrior at a young age, and his family background must not be so low; such a person with a good family background knows that ordinary townspeople will not be able to provide a day's surplus food, and if the town's operation is not restored as soon as possible, some people will be punished. Hungry, which surprised Ben.

Ben didn't agree that Westem would change the owner so easily, but after living in this town for nine years, he really didn't want the place to be tossed into chaos, so he cheered up and said, "Mr. Rex, can I What to do?"

Rex was very satisfied with the honest reaction of this chic night scene thug after he heard that order was restored in the town, and said with a smile: "You first change into an outfit that won't scare people, and follow me."

Bringing the changed coat to the office of the former boss Garcia Green on the first floor, Rex dragged out a heavy snakeskin bag from under the table, opened the bag, and took out copper coins with a clatter...

The undead are only interested in gold coins (in fact, Yang Qiu only recycles gold coins), the original hosts did not dare to bring too conspicuous and heavy things, and secretly divided up the silver coins, silverware, and some small items of the owner's guests in their shop Art decorations; when Rex went to gather the waiters, he packed them up based on the principle of not wasting, and got tens of thousands of copper coins, which he couldn't even carry, and had to be dragged by a tricycle...

These copper coins are rough in workmanship, far inferior to the exquisite copper coins (game coins) recognized by the undead, but they are still currency.

Rex took out thousands of rough copper coins and piled them on the table in one breath, and said to the class: "You and Mia ask the residents here and next door if there are any items that need to be purchased, and let them choose some representatives. Take the money and go to the shops run by the townspeople to buy things."

class:"??"

Rex said to Mia again: "This kind of town should have villagers coming into the town to sell vegetables. You remember to go to the gate of the town and buy more vegetables."

"Okay." Mia nodded.

Rex patted the bewildered Ben: "Go, protect our Mia, don't let her get hurt, or the undead will go crazy."

"Yes, Mr. Rex." Ben broke out in a cold sweat and replied immediately.

Rex is not scaring him. If Mia dies, all the undead will deduct 100 points of prestige. With the undead's crazy obsession with prestige, Rex can't even imagine what these lunatics will do. ——Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a big detour to recruit Ban, a former thug whose character was recognized by the hostess, to be Mia's bodyguard.

When a familiar person, Ban, came forward, the receptionists were still very alert. Many people refused to leave the room under the pretext that they didn’t need to buy anything; Orcs Ossirian, Lika, and the human teenager Brook.

No way, Rex had to find a few undead (casual players) who were willing to do trivial tasks, and distribute tasks to assist Mia in purchasing... If you don't buy a few tricycles, the townspeople will find it difficult to believe them, these foreign forces There is a will to restore order here permanently.

Watching the purchasing team joined by skeletons leave on four tricycles, Rex, who was standing at the door seeing him off, turned his head and glanced at the two quiet buildings where hundreds of people lived.

When the skeletons occupied the streets, many of the townspeople who lived in the residential areas to the north and east of the town boldly hid in the alleys and peeped.

When Hal and the others escorted the "prisoners" to the headquarters of the militia, many townspeople were lying on the windows and door cracks to peek.

The prosperity of the main road in the town does support half of the town. The family hotels, small restaurants, and groceries and snacks run by the locals all rely on those cash-strapped pleasure-seekers, or grooms and servants to take care of their business.

Not to mention that most of the "occupied" militias came from the families of the townspeople... For outsiders like them, the people of this town definitely do not welcome them very much.

But Rex still has the confidence to restore order in the town, and firmly believes that it is only a matter of time before he gains the trust of the townspeople.

Yang was a little dissatisfied with his inability to play the role of "a decent illegitimate son of a nobleman", so he had to use means to coerce Lowell Supervisor to bow down to play him... But Yang still had high hopes for him, and told him to stay and preside over the town. , After screening the militia, some people can be restored to freedom.

Of course, it’s not about releasing people directly, but reorganizing a brand-new security team and accepting the leadership of the new Lord Westham—not doing business in the red-light district does not mean that Yang will give up Westham’s economy, the new town administration It is not a problem at all for the government to pay the militiamen who obey the new lord enough salaries to support their families.

Rex has been at the bottom since he was 16 years old. He knows very well what the bottom people want. As long as they can live a normal life and eat bread every meal, the bottom people don't really care who is the ruler.

What really worried Rex was the hundreds of practitioners of the original amusement park housed in the two majestic buildings behind him.

Chinese people have a "warning" that "the appearance is ruthless", and the world also has a similar saying: "Women who are happy are not worthy of trust."

No matter how pure and innocent a little girl (little boy) has rolled in the field of joy, her (his) words are worthless.

Why is this so?

The reason is simple... people who have to make a living on this occasion live a lie every day, every day.

When they are deceived, no one knows their pain, because they are the bottom of the bottom, even if they are not silent, even if they shout loudly, no one will hear their confession.

Clients will not admit how many lies they have lied to and how many women's hearts and dignity they have trampled on. Even if they are asked, a sentence of "acting on the spot" is enough to embellish and beautify their ugly faces.

If one day the prostitute actually lost his eyes and was cheated by the woman in Huanchang, then he would angrily repeat hundreds of times, "Huanchang's cousin doesn't have a single word of truth", and let everyone know that he was cheated. Anger after cheating...

Every day when I open my eyes, I have to face prostitutes, a group of despicable, dirty, ugly and indecent people in human society. I also need to ask these women (men) who have rolled in the fun field to open their hearts to trust other people's promises and accept others' promises frankly. Good intentions... that's too naive.

Rex is a bit of an idealist, but he's not naive.

It is impossible for a naive person like him to keep the only "father-son family buyout fee" in his hand after losing his asylum, and carefully plan and improve his strength to a level that others can't match.

"Yang let them keep the property he got, and the money in their hands is the main reason why these people did not violently resist our arrangement."

Rex quietly looked at the two quiet buildings, thinking silently in his heart.

"But just having money in their hands can't really make them feel at ease. Especially the human race... The fattening agent is too harmful to the body, and they don't even have the most basic self-protection ability. Half-grown children can steal the money in their hands , of course they would be terrified.”

"It is necessary to think of a way out for them... let them build up the confidence that they can survive with their own hands without selling their bodies. Only then can we talk about letting them believe that they can return to a normal life."

Rex was thinking about something, walked into the original "elegant dream" courtyard, and checked the tricycles parked against the courtyard wall one by one.

When he left the town of exile, Yang told him to find a place to sell the goods in these dozens of tricycles and exchange them for gold coins to take back.

Now that Yang has got so many gold coins, it seems that he is not short of money, so he forgot to ask him about these goods... But Rex still plans to sell these things.

Colorful, exquisitely patterned, thick and fine cloth (actually just a few dollars a meter of clear stock curtain cloth), complete sets of alloy tableware (stainless steel...), full boxes of soft towels (the wholesale price is two yuan a piece) ), all kinds of plastic tableware, plastic tubes, shoes, soap, toothbrushes, etc...all of them are daily necessities that are put on the market and put on price tags, which will immediately cause panic buying.

"Some people buy it, and some people sell it. It's called a market. To sell this kind of popular goods, you have to go to someone who can live in the place." Rex sorted out some of the goods, filled four tricycles with his own hands, and called out through the mental matrix Hal.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Hal, who was assigned to guard the prisoners in the militia, came over with a dark face of a creditor.

"What are you doing?" Hal said angrily.

This guy really has emotions... Rex thought silently.

This is something that can’t be helped, Yang is indeed very rude to them, and guards against this group of people like a pervert, not allowing them to come within three meters of the people living in the resettlement site—whether Hal and the others originally had or not That heart, being treated like this must be going to explode.

Saying sorry in his heart, Rex raised his finger and pointed at the four cars that were pulled out separately: "Yang asked me to find a way to restore the vitality of this town, and you can help pull these goods to the town's market to sell them , Hal."

Hal: "..."

Hal, who was so angry that his seven orifices were full of smoke, stared at Rex fiercely and cruelly, with a sentence clearly written on his face: If you can't beat you, you bastard is now a corpse!