A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

She didn't know the market price of a succubus slave, but it must not be cheap to be able to bid in the auction house.Considering that Zuixiang Pavilion once offered 360 pounds to himself who was under ten years old, the price should be three or four times higher when he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

Cloris judged others by herself, and felt that no matter how good a cherished succubus slave was, it should be worth several hundred pounds.

Thinking of this, Cloris no longer had the intention of bidding, but she still planned to go to the Pteris Auction House the day after tomorrow to see the situation and confirm who bought it, so that when she became stronger, she could not take the usual path.

Cloris transferred from the Oberland Gate opened by the Fern's Nest Hotel to the bathroom of the Explorers' Guild Office in the Municipal Square, and then returned to the Lanning Street Hotel from the bathroom.

When the girl went downstairs, the proprietress, who was playing cards with others in the hall, exhaled smoke, with a strange expression on her face: "Little girl, didn't you go out before?"

"You must be too absorbed in playing cards." Cloris said with a smile, planning to either open the window next time or use [Phantom] to protect herself.

Stepping out of the hostel, immediately a young refugee with outstretched hands walked over with a pitiful appearance.

It was a little girl, about five or six years old, with a body as small as Xia Xia, but with black and dirty hair and disheveled hair.She stared quietly at Cloris, stretched out her hand, and said nothing.

"Are you hungry?" Cloris couldn't bear it after all.

"Get lost!" The proprietress came over with a chair and was about to drive the little girl away.

"Come on, she's still young..." Cloris slightly stopped the shrew.

"Still young?" the proprietress spat a cigarette butt on the little girl's ragged clothes, and scolded Cloris, "Such a little thing likes to lure idiots like you into the alley, and let the untouchables take turns over and over again. , and finally sold to a kiln or sent to a slaughterhouse to make canned meat of unknown origin, then you will be happy?" She lit a cigarette again and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the street, "Now you can give her relief, In 3 minutes, you will be surrounded by a dozen cubs! Your kindness can only be exchanged for a group of white-eyed wolves who are tearing at your flesh and blood!"

Cloris looked at the direction in which the little girl was fleeing, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be a white-eyed wolf if you help me like this?"

The proprietress took a sip of the cigarette holder, snorted coldly, "I think you are at least a bit more human than other untouchables, you're not so damned."

The girl looked at the people sleeping on the street, covering their bodies with newspapers or rags, the shivering people, and the dead. She said softly, "Many of them were forced to do nothing."

"That's damn it," the proprietress frowned, looking disgusted, but after the two of them looked at the street in silence for a while, she said, "If I'm forced to be a human being someday, I'll be damned."

Cloris said nothing, thanked the proprietress and returned to Voyager Bar.

It's not that the girl can't understand the proprietress' thoughts, but she has some compassion for the cubs, whether they are human or beasts.

But as Jotun and the proprietress said, these people will not only be relieved, but will suffer greatly.She is unable to act, and inevitably grieves when reality conflicts with pity.

Cloris understands that the refugees seem to be a problem caused by misty natural disasters, but the core lies in the rich and powerful represented by the Lord of the Nightless City and Duke Luentia. Tracing the root cause, all tragedies originate from the "Luentias". and the people behind them.

She can see the undercurrents of the city that never sleeps.

From the insinuation with Jotun, it can be inferred that the city that never sleeps must be supported by the Church of the Sun, and the wonder "Glow Tower" under construction in the north of the city has an obvious style of the Church of the Sun.However, Luntia has been in power for 20 years, and the Church of the Sun still has not been able to gain popularity in the city that never sleeps, but the city that never sleeps is becoming more chaotic every day. In such a predicament, they still spend huge sums of money to support Luntia in building wonders...

Cloris could guess that the Church of the Sun and Luentia had a common enemy. This enemy posed a huge threat to Luentia's power, and also hindered the Church of the Sun from expanding its influence in the deep realm, so that The Church of the Sun had to support a demigod to stabilize the situation.

But if Luntia really became a demigod, the dog chain around his neck would not be able to tighten.

Reminiscent of the conversation between Prisna and Hubbard on the airship, a rough pattern of opposition emerged in Cloris's mind——

As long as the battle continues, the chaos in the city that never sleeps cannot be stopped until one side completely wins.

And the tragedy in front of my eyes was just the beginning.

As the situation tends to get out of control, more and more ambitious people will appear on the scene, vying for the sovereignty of the city or seeking benefits, and more refugees will die, even local residents of the city that never sleeps.

"Hehe, what does it have to do with me..." Cloris shook her head, comforting herself like this.

Seeing this kind of thing too much may not necessarily make you numb, but after you get used to it, you won't make people do absurd things just because their heads are hot.

"I don't know what happened to that woman Prisna. She should be entangled in the vortex of the lord of Ubud Noor's airspace and Luentia. She is really crazy..." Cloris murmured to herself. In the dark corner, he changed his clothes and stepped into the Voyager Bar, "Maybe I should take a proper risk... Sigh, the money is really not enough..."

121. There is something small tonight in the city that never sleeps

Voyager Bar is still very lively, even if people have a lot of troubles, as long as they come to a full glass of cheap drunk beer, all the worries will disappear.

It’s just that the price of food has risen, and the beer in most taverns will also rise. Only Voyager’s Pub is the same as before. If it is not that Old Jotun does not allow smuggling and packing, and must be consumed on the spot, otherwise many people will simply buy from him.

Cloris found a vacant seat in the corner and sat down. She put out two one-hundred-groschen notes on the table: "Marty, have a glass of cinnamon beer and a plate of Fursa sauce noodles!"

The price of a cup of Zuixiang beer is ten groschens. Although it is called Zuixiang's specialty, it is actually brewed privately in Hurricane Island.

Cinnamon beer is an out-and-out drunken import, and a cup costs two hundred Groschen.

After seeing Cloris ordering a drink, someone whistled in the noisy bar immediately. Mattie brought the wine and sauce noodles and said worriedly: "The cinnamon beer is not high in alcohol, but the cinnamon essence in it is more intoxicating." .”

"You help me back when I'm drunk." Cloris teased.

She doesn't worry about getting drunk.

The ability of the touch of the void to relieve alcohol and detoxify is countless times stronger than that of the liver. When the touch of the void awakened, it was able to save his life under the poison of the thousand-handed vine.With the improvement of strength, ordinary toxins, as long as they are not strong acids that will burn the skin to fester upon contact, the touch of the void will have enough time to digest and decompose the ingredients inside, some of them will be transformed into source power residues and annihilated, and most of them will be destroyed. It evaporates with water.

"Mattie, return the money, and I'll pay for Miss Cloris's glass!" Immediately, members of the Indigo Club clapped their hands and whistled, and the bar erupted in joy.

Cloris smiled silently, observing these people.

The members are joking, but there is no malice. In an environment with a minimum order and safety, as long as Cloris keeps a sense of distance and doesn't stick up like Peggy, no one will be unaware of good and bad.

She is the "grandniece" of old Jotun, so she is regarded as one of her own, or "family" by the members of the Indigo Society.

The Indigo Club has created a large family atmosphere, which has a bit of a Mafia flavor.

As long as he is a normal man, he will have the most basic desire for Cloris, and it is impossible to clean the six senses, but compared with the "beasts" outside, most of the drinkers in the Voyager Bar, human nature has the upper hand.

People here have families, concerns, and longings for life and advancement, so they need a stable order and will consciously abide by it.

In the simplest logic, if these people do not want their blood relatives to be bullied, they will rarely bully others.Maybe some people will do evil when they go outside, but when they return to their hometown and the Indigo Club, they will be as pure as a good student.

These families are united together, and under the organization of the Indigo Club, they have established a powerful local community, helping each other spontaneously, and the members of the community also have many marriage relationships in private. Members of the Oll Club are closely related.

Of course, it is not without shortcomings. The association based on this is indeed united, but also very exclusive. Unless it is recognized as a member, it will always be guarded against.

Paying the bill before was a joke, and it could also be regarded as a kind of intimacy. When Cloris is regarded as one of them, the thin desire will disappear with the accumulation of time, and it will be transformed into mutual help.However, unless Cloris turns from a harmless little white rabbit to a wolf, matchmaking proposals will definitely be indispensable in the future.

"Really, Xin Ke, are you really willing to invite me?" Cloris blinked ignorantly.

"As long as Miss Cloris can drink it—hahahahahaha—" Simco laughed triumphantly.

Babu slapped Xin Ke on the head and said, "Cloris, this bastard drank too much, don't worry..."

His eyes slowly widened. In his field of vision, the girl raised her wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. The light yellow beer poured into her delicate pink lips, and the curve of her beautiful neck showed ups and downs.

The drinkers were startled, and then burst into enthusiastic praise: "Good!"

"Mattie!" Cloris shouted, "Since Xin Ke treats guests, let's have ten more glasses. I want incense, cinnamon, beer, and wine."

Eleven glasses of wine, two hundred groschens in 2000, to the members of the Indigull Club, more or less, not counted as the gray income of the Simco City Guards, it is equivalent to his ten days' salary.

In terms of serious income, Xin Ke's salary is slightly lower than that of the front desk maid of the Canary Firm.

"Cinco!"

"You can't break your promise!"

"Cloris can't drink, I can help!"

"Or another twenty cups!"

"Woohahahahaha—"

The uproar of booing and gloating followed one after another.

After Mattie served the beer, Cloris drank another glass without changing her expression. It was sweet, almost like a drink.The girl didn't dare to push her too hard. After the cinnamon beer dripped down her throat, it was directly absorbed by the touch of the void.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Xinko, what do you say!"

Xin Ke was roasted on the fire by the drinkers. Seeing Cloris' bold appearance, he was confused, and hurriedly said, "Marty, pay the bill!" At the same time, he persuaded Cloris, "Cloris Don't be brave, if you're drunk in a bar, old Jotun can chop off my head and use it as a toilet!"

"Only your little head can be used as a toilet?"

"I think it can be used as a urinal-hahahahaha-"

There was joyous laughter again in the bar, even the dock workers joined in, and the boredom of a hard day dissipated.

"Boom!" The door of the bar was slammed into pieces.

Cloris drank another glass of wine, but at this time no one paid attention to her, the girl couldn't perform, she could only drink it as sweet water.

She looked at the door, and a few mercenaries in mottled uniforms came in. They were mercenaries working for Luntia. In a certain sense, they were also in the same league as the Indigo Society.

"Selestan, it seems that you really want to take apart the bones to make a new door." The originally friendly Babu suddenly grinned.

"I think so too..." the mercenary leader only said half a sentence, without even explaining why, he directly raised his shotgun and fired at Babu!

At the same time, the rest of the mercenaries also took out shotguns to frame the drinkers.

Babu's body flew upside down, fell heavily on the wall, and fell powerlessly under the bar.

"Those who have nothing to do with the Indigull Society leave now." The mercenary leader Selestan shot at the ceiling, and immediately three explorers got up and wanted to leave.

"Bang." Selestan shot through the body, and the three of them were reduced to half. The remaining power of the shotgun hit several dock workers, and countless blood holes appeared in the fragile body.

Selestan glanced at the unrepentant explorer and the rolling dock worker on the ground, and laughed sarcastically: "I tell you to go and you go, so obedient?"

122. There is something small tonight in the city that never sleeps ([-])

Six mercenaries, including Selestan, held up everyone in the tavern. No one dared to act rashly, and Cloris was not sure about dodging shotguns in a narrow space, especially the weapon in Selestan's hand, which could even Easily blast the human body into residue.The defense of the line is not enough to form effective protection at such a close range.

A member of the Indigull Society glared at the mercenary leader: "Selestan, your people have extended their claws to the territory of the Indigull Society. According to the rules here, you have to break a bone and chop off a thumb. Now you Do you want to be completely hostile to the Indigull Society? Once you take this step, there will be no more..."

"boom!"

Like a thunderbolt, in an instant, only half of the lower body of the Indigo Club member was left.

"Kill if you kill, how can there be so much nonsense?" Selestan's smile almost split his cheeks, and he said arrogantly, "I heard Diru said that you have a heavyweight here, why, I'm already afraid of abandoning you. escaped?"

The cold light suddenly brushed across Celestan's cheek, and the latter dodged leisurely, a long and narrow eye slit was opened in the length of his cheek, and there were groups of inhuman eyeballs shining inside.

"He's not dead yet?" Selestan asked excitedly.

Behind the bar, Babu coughed while clutching his lower abdomen. He was holding a table knife, and his skin was covered by a carapace with thorns.

Although he seemed to have an impenetrable defense, his stomach was already bleeding.

"You are suitable for fighting in the arena," Selestan sneered, his excited eyes almost popped out, he stretched his neck with a bloodthirsty smile, "but who still uses fists these days—"

Even ordinary shotguns couldn't pierce Babu's thorn shell, but Selestan's weapon had obviously been modified and upgraded, and even the fired ammunition exuded a fierce and violent residual source force.

Most of the time, this kind of pure alchemical creation is better than spiritual weapons. It has no treacherous ability, but there is no backlash. Most extraordinary people have to kneel when shot.

The disadvantage is that the range is short, the ammunition capacity is only four rounds, and it is easy to explode.

Babu howled angrily, and was about to pounce on Selestan with his flesh and blood, but the latter shot right in the chest, and Babu fell to the wall again under the huge impact.

Selestan threw the gun to his subordinates to reload, and walked to the front of the stage, grabbed Bubba's collar, and punched his fragile eye socket: "Aren't you very hard, come on again, let me see if you are hard!" look!?"

"Ahem..." Babu vomited out a mouthful of blood, and raised his neck vigorously, trying to attack with a headbutt, but was easily dodged, and instead, his head was pressed with one hand, and his face was pressed against the wall to grind bottle after bottle The residue of the wine bottle was cut into the base of the ear and the nasal cavity, which was not completely covered by the spiny shell. It was a horrible sight.

"Bub!" Mattie finally screamed, too frightened to speak.

"Oh? This is your little lover? Can't tell—" Celestine pressed his knee on Bob's neck, looked at the young girl and said, "Guess, Bob, I'll tell you later What will you do to your little lover? If you guess right, I will spare your life."

"Mercenary, don't go too far!" Another member of the Indigo Society stood in front of Mattie.

"Don't go too far? Chick..."

"Hahahahaha——" the mercenaries roared with laughter.

"Boom."

Cloris in the corner knocked the seventh empty wine glass on the table.

This sound attracted the attention of the mercenaries. They looked towards the shadow covered by the drinker's body, and finally saw Cloris.

There are slits in the eyes of Celestine's skin, and a dim light is shining.

"Tsk, chick, did I allow you to drink?" Selestan took back the shotgun from his subordinates and walked over with heavy steps. He pushed the drinkers away with the barrel against their faces, and looked girl drinking alcohol.

"Don't you want to play?" Cloris held an unfamiliar smile, and suddenly added a bit of charm to her youthfulness.

"Yo, this chick is seducing (seducing) me!" Selestan laughed, but in a blink of an eye, he put the muzzle of the gun on Cloris' forehead again, and said with a sneer, "Bitch (bass), do you think I eat this set?"

Cloris didn't change her face, and said sadly: "A child like me, are you really willing?"

The spiritual vein symbolizes [Phimontine], and Cloris has seen such eyes in the demon pedigree.

[Phimontine], the real name of the demon, one of the beholders, a low-level servant in hell, also known as the eye of fear, has extraordinary perception ability, and can project terror on the weak-willed by gazing.

If Cloris was using the thread five meters away, then Selestan's bullet must have been faster, having sensed something strange.

All low-level fear beholders use the real name of [Phimontine], unless they can become higher-level demons and get names from hell or higher races.

Although she is a low-level servant, Selestan is still not to be underestimated. Even if Cloris has a [-]% chance of winning, she must be wary of a [-]% chance.