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Han Jin usually didn't swear, but when they arrived at the eleventh town of the Beitman after five days of trekking, Han Jin really couldn't control himself when he saw the scene in the town. He even suspected that he had come to a monster's paradise!
He saw that some of the creatures had the head of a wolf, but their lower body was similar to that of a human. They walked upright like humans, and some of them were even holding tools for production or living. He saw that some of the creatures looked like uncivilized gorillas, but their skin was green, their bodies were strong, and their faces were ferocious. These were barely acceptable, but what kind of monster was the creature with the head of a human, but its lower body was connected to the body of a horse?
Stillberg was as inexperienced as Han Jin. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to raise his head. By comparison, even Qi Li was much better than Han Jin and Stillberg.
Sassoux saw that Han Jin was a little nervous. He patted Morrisons' shoulder with a smile and said, "Take them to the east. There's a Red River Hotel at the end of the road. The owner is my friend. Let's rest there today."
"What about you? What are you going to do? "Morrisons asked.
"I'm going to inquire about the situation in the Holy Crown City."
"I'm going with you." Qi Li said hurriedly.
"Qi Li … Look at you now, you'll definitely get into trouble. You'd better go with Morrisons. Don't worry, I'll tell you when I get the news."
Qi Li bit her lips. She found that almost all the passers-by were focusing their eyes on her. Those pupils of different colors were clearly shooting out undisguised lust. "Sassoux, look around the town and see if there's a branch of Morgan & Co.. If there is, tell the people inside that I've arrived."
"Your family's business group also has a branch here?"
"I don't know about this place, but there must be branches in the four acropolises of the Beitman."
"I see." Sassoux nodded.
Han Jin noticed the eyes of those 'monsters' earlier than Qi Li. He felt a little uneasy, "Morrisons, I'm now doubting whether it's right for us to come to the Beitman."
"It's your first time seeing these Half-Orcs, isn't it?" Morrisons laughed, "It's okay. In fact, I was more nervous than you when I saw them for the first time."
Han Jin shook his head slightly. He still felt very uncomfortable. According to the culture he inherited, there was a saying, "Those who are not of my race must have a different heart." And cultivators took the responsibility of killing monsters as their own. If he really had the ability to do so, he would have already started a massacre. At least, he would never let go of those 'monsters' who kept provoking him with their eyes.
Morrisons introduced to Han Jin in a low voice. Those over there were werewolves, Half-Orcs, Barbarians, Centaurs, Cavemen and so on. Then he comforted Han Jin, "There are rules here, no one dares to mess around."
"You're just talking about the normal situation." Sunier said lightly.
"Yes, that's why we must keep a low profile." Morrisons smiled awkwardly, "In fact … it's the same in other places."
"I really miss Radon Town now." Han Jin sighed slightly.
"Although it's a bit chaotic here, there are still many opportunities." Morrisons cheered up and laughed, "Let's go to the Red River Hotel that Sassoux mentioned."
The group walked towards the east side of the town. After walking for a long time, they were about to leave the town when they saw a small hotel. Above the dilapidated door, there were a few crooked words: Red River Hotel.
Moxinke was the first one to push open the door, and then they went in one by one. The first floor of the hotel was supposed to be a dining area for guests, but there was no one there. A few chairs as old as the door were placed there, but they were clean and tidy.
A young man about 23 or 24 years old was taking a nap behind the counter. Morrisons walked over and knocked on the counter, "Hello, I'm Morrisons. Sassoux asked us to come here."
The young man opened his eyes, "Sassoux? He's back? "
"Yes, he'll be here soon."
"I'm Michel. Since you're Sassoux's friends, you're also my friends." The young man stood up. Although his tone was polite and enthusiastic, his expression was very flat, which was comparable to Sunier's, "Have a seat."
"Michel, your business seems to be not so good." Morrisons tried to curry favor with him.
"I don't expect to make a fortune here. I'll do it if there's a business, but it doesn't matter if there's no business." Michel shrugged, "You're from the Holy Crown City, right? What do you want to eat? "
"Well … we don't need to bother you. We'll eat outside."
"What? You think my place is too small? " Michel said unhappily, "Maybe Sassoux didn't tell you that I'm a first-class chef! Not to mention in the Eleventh Town, even in the whole Beitman, there are only a few who are better than me. "
"No, no, you misunderstood us." Morrisons turned back and glanced at Han Jin, "We eat too much, so …"
"Eat too much?" Michel glanced around and fixed his eyes on Morrisons, "Interesting, you're afraid of eating too much? Don't tell me you're going to eat for free? "
"That's not it …" Moxinke scratched his head.
"Ho ho … I'm just kidding." Michel laughed, "I don't have many guests all year round. I'm so happy to have friends coming from afar. How can I take your money? Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
"Michel, I … I don't mean anything else. It's just … we can't eat for free. Just do what you want." Morrisons stammered. He did it for the sake of Michel.
"Sassoux didn't talk to you about me?"
"No," Morrisons said honestly.
"Sassoux and I are best friends. Do you understand?" Michelle laughed again, "So, you don't have to be so courteous with me. Haha … Don't think that my hotel is small. You can eat and stay here for free for a year. I can still afford to feed you."
Morrisons was stunned. Sunier and the others looked at Michel sympathetically. Feed him for a year? Han Jin could eat as much as he wanted. Even if he ate the cheapest cassava, he could eat dozens of silver coins a day. Who could feed him for a year?
"Let's have something simple. We'll be satisfied with cassava, bread, and sausages," Sunier said.
"How can that kind of thing show off my cooking skills?" Michel frowned unhappily.
Do you want to die?! Morrisons turned around helplessly, "Raphael, what do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat grilled steak." Han Jin did not hold back. Among the home-cooked dishes, beef and mutton had the most energy. Since someone was treating him, he had to eat as much as he could.
"No problem," Michel snapped his fingers.
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