"Welcome to the city of chaos."
The moment Wright stepped into the city of chaos.
I felt like I was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.
The whole city is filled with an inexplicable atmosphere.
However, unlike the sea of blood and corpses in the moat, this place is spotless.
It's no different from an ordinary city-state.
It’s just that there are more casinos and H-light areas.
These black and gray industries that should exist in remote corners can show up here. It seems that this place is quite chaotic.
Now he had to find a place to stay, or a place where he could exchange the local currency.
But Wright had no idea about the text here.
In Long Village, Wright also considered learning the language of the mainland.
But Vivian has been trapped for who knows how many years, and perhaps the human language she speaks has become an ancient language.
Moreover, this continent is not unified, so it is normal for customs and culture to be different.
Learning an uncertain language is like adding fuel to the fire.
Wright looked for a place that resembled a hotel.
The first thing Wright ruled out was luxurious places, because he probably couldn't afford to live in such places.
Wright also avoids places where there are people coming and going and women dressed up in fancy clothes and hate to wear clothes.
After several twists and turns, Wright found a place that seemed similar to what he had imagined.
Wright pushed the door open.
Before Wright could see anything, a strong smell of alcohol crept into his nose.
What came into view was a group of burly men.
The people here include humans, demi-humans, elves, goblins, and almost all the races that have appeared in other worlds exist here.
They drank, and murderous intent emanated from each of them.
Of course, there are women here, but they are only a minority. They wear light armor and most of their skin is exposed to the public.
Some of the males looked directly at them without hiding their gaze.
They all looked as if they were used to it and were drinking.
Wright, a stranger who didn't fit in here, attracted the attention of everyone present.
Especially, Wright was carrying someone on his back.
Wright looked around and saw a middle-aged man in a bartender's uniform at the bar, wiping the wine glasses carefully.
Wright walked towards him. The middle-aged man looked very elegant, with short black and white hair and a small braid at the back of his head.
With his white beard and decent clothes, he looked like a butler of a wealthy family.
If there is someone in the Valley of Evil who looks like a good person, then that good person is definitely the biggest evil person.
This place looks more like a tavern than a hotel, but since I'm here, I might as well at least give it a try.
Wright walked up to the bartender.
The bartender looked at Wright quietly and said slowly, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
Wright frowned slightly. It turned out that he still couldn't understand the language here.
Wright's reaction also confused the bartender.
Wright took a deep breath.
He pointed at himself and then at the pub.
Then he made sleeping movements.
"You..." The bartender tried to understand Wright's actions.
The bartender put down his glass and left the bar.
Wright also didn't understand what the bartender was going to do, so he stood quietly at the bar waiting.
After a while, the bartender came out with a plate of fried rice.
Put it in front of Wright.
Wright thought, this bartender wouldn't think of him as a refugee.
Make yourself some fried rice.
I don't look like myself in this outfit at all.
Wright looked at himself, dressed in plain cloth and covered in dust from the journey, and he really looked like a beggar.
And the aroma of fried rice is really tempting.
Wright put Carl aside, sat up and started eating fried rice.
Such behavior further confirmed the fact that Wright was a refugee.
No one would come to this chaotic city unless they had nowhere else to go.
The bartender's name is Charles, and he is the owner of Charles Tavern.
This pub has always been run by one person.
This pub mainly sells cocktails and spirits, and also serves some meals.
The main group the tavern targets are the gladiators in the Chaotic Duel Arena.
As for the Chaos Arena, it is just a place for the powerful and wealthy to satisfy their perverted senses.
People fight each other, people fight beasts, beasts fight each other, it is filled with extreme violence and blood.
Not only that, in this chaotic city, the gambling industry is also extremely developed.
This is a den of debauchery for royal nobles and a stepping stone for desperate criminals to become rich and powerful.
The least valuable thing here is human life, and the most valuable thing is also human life.
You can have nothing, but as long as you win enough games in the Chaos Arena, you will get everything you want.
Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, but they can also be lost in danger, so each of these gladiators who survived was worth a lot of money.
Charles looked at the young man eating fried rice. He thought he was very interesting and a little naive. This city was not friendly to naive people.
For a moment, Charles felt compassion.
"You, do you want to stay? I'm still short of a waiter."
When these words were spoken, all the guests in the tavern were stunned.
You know, this pub has been open for more than 20 years, and he has always been the only one running it, so there is no shortage of waiters at all.
Light looked up at the bartender.
He knew what the bartender was saying to him, but the language barrier was a problem.
Wright also realized that the bartender was waiting for his reply.
Regardless of whether the person in front of him is good or bad, just based on this plate of fried rice, Wright didn't want to refuse.
Wright nodded.
Charles also understood that Wright might be mute.
He pointed to Carl who was beside Wright, and then pointed to the back of the tavern.
Wright understood and quickly finished his fried rice, then followed Charles to an empty storage room with Carl on his back.
It's a bit messy inside, but the space is OK, more than enough to accommodate two people.
But it needs some tidying up.
"This room is yours from now on. Clean it up yourself. I'll get you some clothes. Take a rest. I'll call you in the evening."
Wright didn't understand, but he just nodded.
Wright put Carl on a stool and started to sort out the clutter.
In less than half an hour, the room was cleaned up and it was ready to live in after just a little dusting.
After Wright finished cleaning up, Charles also came back.
Charles was seen carrying two camp beds in one hand and a large bag of mattresses and bedding in the other.
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These things are not only heavy but also large. Picking them up requires not only strength but also skill.
But Wright didn't pay attention to this, but hurried forward and nodded to take the thing from Charles' hand.
Charles was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Wright could take the thing in his hand so easily.
Of course, everyone here has some secrets behind them, and Charles doesn't want to delve into it.
Wright spread out two marching uniforms and then put the mattress and quilt on top.
Charles took out the broom and mop in time, and Wright swept and mopped the floor.
Wright sat on the bed, looking quietly at Carl opposite him.
A new life is about to begin, in this place where I don’t speak the language, and I don’t know what I will experience.
Find a chance to get some medicine for this unlucky unconscious guy.
After being together for such a long time, Wright also discovered that there was something in this unfortunate guy's body that was holding him alive.
All Wright could do for this unfortunate Carl was to wipe his body and give him some water every day.
Wright looked at the bartender's uniform on the stool and roughly understood that the bartender wanted him to stay here to work.
After changing into the uniform, Wright found that the cuffs were a bit long, so he rolled them up.
He looked back at Carl.
I thought to myself, I hope you don't do anything weird.
Leave the lounge and go to the bar.
Charles was a little surprised to see Wright wearing the costume now, but he nodded with satisfaction.
Charles mixed a glass of extremely bright red wine and placed it on a tray with a number plate on it.
Charles gave Wright a look, and Wright understood, picked up the tray and walked to the table corresponding to the number plate.
The group of drinkers were curious about the new waiter and wanted to play a trick on him.
Just as Wright was about to expose one of the drinkers, the drinker quickly stretched out his legs.
Surprisingly, Wright took a big step.
There was also a big man who was fond of homosexuality and stretched out his dirty hands, intending to take advantage of Wright's butt.
Just as he was about to succeed, Wright turned sideways and avoided the attack perfectly.
Wright was safe and sound throughout the whole process, but he avoided the harassment from the drinkers in a relatively extreme way.
Wright brought the overly red glass of wine to an equally overly red woman.
This woman was very beautiful or even charming. She was wearing a red tulle long dress, which was very transparent. A ruby was hanging in the deep ravine. Her hair was long wavy wine-red, and her every frown and smile was fatally attractive to men.
Unfortunately, Wright has become immune to women.
Wright took the wine glass off the tray and placed it on the table.
He slowly pushed himself in front of the woman, and as soon as Wright let go, the woman held Wright's hand and began to stroke it back and forth.
"Little brother, do you want to do something happy with your sister?"
After these words were spoken, most of the male creatures in the tavern swallowed their saliva.
