The dress was lavender and had many patterns on the silk. At the waist of the dress, there were glittering crystal gems intertwined with silver threads to make a sparkling water droplet ornament.
Silk was expensive … Humans didn't know how to make it, only the elves did.
The elves and humans didn't have much trade exchanges, and silk itself was very difficult to make. Even among the elves, silk was considered a high-end fabric.
So in most cases, silk dresses were generally one of the symbols of female members of the royal family.
And most female members of the royal family weren't qualified to wear them.
Roland controlled the magic spider to crawl across the ceiling, then along the wall near the cot, and found that there was indeed someone sleeping on the bed, but it definitely wasn't the queen.
Because the woman sleeping on the bed was heavily rouged, fat, and most importantly, she was at least fifty years old.
And the queen was said to be a beauty, young, only about thirty years old.
How did that dress come about?
Roland didn't believe that such a silk dress, which was obviously a slim-fit style, would be worn by an old woman.
He immediately changed directions and turned to the quest point on East Street.
Arriving directly at the door of the brothel compound, Roland took a deep breath.
Although he had eaten meat, it was the first time he had come to such a place.
Whether it was in reality or in the game.
The plain customers coming in and out of the door, when they met each other, didn't greet each other, just showed a peculiar funny smile, as if everything was said without words.
The closer he got to the door, the more Roland could smell a strong fragrance.
This fragrance was very much like some kind of incense, which seemed to be used to cover up certain smells, such as … the smell of photinia.
Roland had just arrived at the door, which surprised many of the plain customers.
Why would there be noble Mages coming here? Wasn't it easy for them to find women?
With a wave of their hands, even noble ladies were very willing to have some negative distance friendship with them.
Several prostitutes standing at the door to receive guests, and when they saw Roland coming, they seemed even more nervous, wanting to step forward but not daring to do so.
They felt that their bodies were dirty, and if they rashly went up, what if they angered the Mage and he turned them into frogs in a fit of anger?
However, as Roland got closer and closer, a brave prostitute worker finally stood up.
Her expression was stiff and nervous. "Master Mage, may I ask if you're here as a guest?"
This brothel seemed to be quite famous in the capital, and there was a lot of traffic. Now, almost no one near the entrance was moving. They were slowly retreating to make way for Roland.
Most of the people who came here were ordinary people, not professionals. Only when they were full would they dare to block the path of a Master Mage.
There were even many heads poking out from the windows of the front floors, seemingly interested in the matter of the Master Mage going to the brothel compound.
He was stared at by at least a hundred pairs of eyes, and they were all looking at him as if he were an acquaintance or even an acknowledgement.
This made him feel a little pressured.
Who's an acquaintance of you 'unsophisticated' customers?
Roland was extremely upset, but he still said calmly, "I'm looking for something."
Hearing this, many people smiled knowingly.
Because the character in the game was always 16 years old, Roland still looked like a child.
This is the first time you've come to the brothel compound to learn experience … I understand, I understand!
The people around him all nodded to themselves, and their recognition of Roland grew even higher.
Noticing that there was another subtle change in the eyes of the people around him, Roland felt depressed.
Fortunately, the prostitute who spoke to him didn't dare to show such an expression, and she said respectfully, "Master, what are you looking for, just say it, and as long as we have it, we'll help you find it."
"No need, I'll do it myself."
Roland bypassed the prostitute in front of him and went straight through the door.
The prostitute behind him wanted to shout but didn't dare to tell him to stop, so she just followed quickly.
Roland entered the compound. The floor was covered in a soft red carpet and surrounded by two or three magic crystal lamps, still light yellow, which increased the illumination to a certain extent, but the interior was still very dim, giving off a sense of ambiguous lust.
The compound covered a large area, and there were men and women walking around everywhere. Roland sensed the location of the magic spider and then walked to the stairs.
When he went up to the second floor, the prostitute following him finally couldn't help but ask, "Master Mage, what exactly are you looking for?"
Roland ignored her.
As he was about to go up to the third floor, a man hurried over.
He was dressed in a black finery and wore a black top hat, looking quite gentlemanly.
He walked quickly, walked straight up to Roland, and asked, "Master Mage, whatever you need, just tell me. The average woman here isn't good enough for you, and if you want, I can call out the best beauties in this compound to serve you. "
This was the boss of the brothel compound on the surface.
Roland smiled. "Don't worry, I know what I'm looking for."
The boss gave the prostitute a look to let her leave, then said, "Sir, then please allow me to follow by your side."
Roland nodded.
He knew what the other party was thinking, and it was nothing more than fear that he would cause trouble here.
Following by the side of a Mage, if the other party really wanted to cause trouble, he might not be able to stop it, but at least there was a possibility of communication.
That was the boss's idea.
Roland went up the stairs to the fourth floor, then walked to the right, found a small room, and said, "Help me open it."
"This is a room for a low-level staff member." The boss's expression was a little odd. "She's not very good-looking."
"If you don't open it, then I'll have to do it myself."
Roland grabbed an apple-sized fireball with his right hand.
Looking at the magic that emitted rolling heat, the boss swallowed and immediately opened the door with a key.
It was a very dark room, and the woman on the bed was still asleep.
Roland flicked the illumination ball out, then quickly walked in and picked up the silk dress in his hand.
The boss came in as well, and when he saw the silk dress, his face suddenly turned green and rather ugly.
He knew all too well what a silk dress meant.
It could be said that all the female workers in this compound combined weren't worth as much as this dress.
Then thinking of the recent disappearance of the queen, the boss's legs began to weaken and inevitably began to tremble.
Roland put the dress in his system space, then smiled and said, "It's a pity that I didn't find what I wanted, don't you think, boss?"
After two seconds of stupefaction, the boss nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, yes."
But can I ask this lady some questions?
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