The land lady stood at the counter, arms raised, stretching luxuriously.
Her ample figure was fully on display at that moment.
Ah, accompanied by a langangerous pout, it was almost enough to make one choke.
Such stimulation so early in the day made one wonder about the land lady as health.
After finishing her stretch, she noticed Fong Ha's entrance.
While wiping the counter, she flashed a flirtatious smile so early.
Are you here for a drink or to chat with me? This was hardly the right time for drinking.
There were indeed many men who sought her company at this hour.
Fonho took a seat nearby and stated directly to chat.
The land lady beamed, leaning on the counter, "Come on, I do fancy young and strong men like you.
" "Which street in Pearl City is suitable for business?" Funhao inquired.
H the land lady was momentarily takenback, thinking his words were flattery, but they sounded more like a business proposition.
"What do you wish to do?" "To open a shop," Fong Ha replied.
"If it's a shop you want to open, this street is indeed the best for business.
" The land lady resumed wiping the counter with her cloth.
Pearl City was not particularly large with a population of around 10,000.
The most prosperous street was the commercial avenue where this tavern was located.
While it was touted as the most bustling, it was merely so in comparison to other streets.
This thoroughfare housed various commercial establishments, making it the prime location in the city.
What about that shop across from you? I see it's for sale, Fonggho continued.
You little sly fox.
So you came to gather information from me? The landl teased, leaning over the counter and playfully tapping Fongo as forehead.
As she leaned down, her loose collar drooped, revealing ample curves.
The tavern serves as an excellent venue for gathering intelligence.
Whether among the towns folk or the transient travelers, it is a place where many pause to linger.
As inebriation sets in, the words flow more freely.
Patrons may speak carelessly, yet the proprietor keenly absorbs a wealth of information, just as it happened last time when the tavern keeper inquired about the identity of Fonghouse abductor.
At the time, her inquiry was met with a prefuncter response, merely a combination of orc and human, leading her to deduce the involvement of a dim-witted orc wielding a mace.
Thus, it is clear that for those seeking information, the tavern is a commendable local.
Fongghow's gaze swept over the ample bosom of a local resident, contemplating the potential to introduce undergarments to the indigenous women, thereby expanding the female market.
Indeed, beauty coupled with kindness immediately brought to mind the image of an elder sister whom he praised when soliciting assistance.
It is only fitting to accord the other party their due respect.
Oh, you little smooth talker.
The tavern keeper chuckled, somewhat fond of a youthful figure before her, handsome and evidently affluent.
She circled around the bar and settled into the chair beside Fong Hao, lowering her voice conspiratorally.
That shop is not easy to acquire.
Otherwise, do you think it would struggle to sell on the street? Ah, is there a story to tell? Is it haunted? The notion of a haunting sprang to mind, perhaps due to the association with the undead, conjuring images of phantoms flitting about the premises.
Haunted? Don't be ridiculous, she chided, playfully tapping his arm.
If the shop has offended someone, it certainly cannot thrive or sell.
Offended home, leaning closer, her luscious lips barely brushed his ear as she whispered wearily, the son of the head of internal affairs.
Outside the city of Purer, a man with acne laden skin fixated on a giant lizard in the stable, emitting a series of hissing sounds as he circled the enclosure repeatedly.
"What the hell is this creature?" he cursed.
Trailing behind him were a few lackeyis dressed in linen tunics with iron swords hanging at their waists.
They did not appear to be the city guards, yet their attire was uniform.
"Boss, that s got to be a dragon.
It should be a dragon.
" One of the lackeyis asserted, "Smack.
" The acne ridden man swiftly slapped the back of the lackey head, rebuking, "Are you blind? Do dragon legs look this short? Does it seem so foolish? How can it fly without wings?" The creature before them bore some resemblance to the rumored dragon.
It was more akin to an oversized crocodile.
The lackey shrank back, "Boss, I was just joking, trying to lighten the mood.
Lighten the mood with your nonsense.
" The boss retorted angrily, unshathing his iron sword and proddding the giant lizard.
It opened its eyes, startling the man, who stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
However, the giant lizard paid him no mind, casting a glance before turning its head away to resume its slumber.
The acne ridden man was assisted to his feet by his subordinate, exclaiming, "Ah, quite docile indeed.
Go lead it back.
I aspire to be a dragon knight.
" Boss, didn't TU say was a dragon? What nonsense? Hurry up.
With that, the acne ridden man delivered a heavy kick to his subordinate.
The latter urged on cautiously approached the giant lizard.
His hands slowly reaching for the rains tied to the wooden post.
What are you doing? A sharp voice rang out from behind, startling the subordinate, who trembled at the sudden reprimand.
The crowd turned to see the patrol captain approaching.
Mind your own business or I'll give you a couple of punches.
And you'll just end up taking a beating for nothing, the acne ridden man scoffed.
The owner of this giant lizard is a guest of the city lord.
If you wish to avoid trouble, it's best to leave it be, the captain warned.
Yet he did not advance.
So is a giant lizard.
The acne ridden man and his crew finally recognize the creature before them.
I'm merely following the city's regulations.
If he leaves such a large beast here, if it attacks someone, I'll temporarily take it away until he comes to retrieve it from my residence," the acne ridden man declared.
Having spoken, he exchanged a knowing glance with his subordinates, who prepared to untie the res once more.
It seemed they were determined to take the colossal creature with them.
Just as they loosened the res and attempted to pull the giant lizard, a woman's voice echoed again.
"I advise you not to touch it if it attacks.
You could very well perish here.
The acne ridden man turned to see a silver-haired girl with beastly ears emerging from the city.
Her figure and face resembled that of a strikingly beautiful leopard, exuding an unusual aura.
A beast man? A female beastman? What brings you to Plural City? The acne ridden man's eyes robed over her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
What I do is none of your concern.
I am the owner of this giant lizard, and I will take care of it.
You may leave now, Ana replied.
Huh? How do you prove that this giant lizard belongs to you? The acne ridden man retorted, concealing his hands behind his back and signaling to several of his subordinates.
The subordinates exchanged glances, their hands slowly inching towards the iron swords at their waists.
Anya observed their movements, a cold smile gracing her lips.
"Attack," commanded the acne ridden man.
As the subordinates drew their swords, ready to taunt, a blur zipped past them.
Bang! With a dull thud, the beastman girl, as fist landed squarely on the acne ridden man's face.
He crumpled to the ground, and she swiftly followed up, raining down blows upon him like a torrential downpour.
The frequency of her strikes prevented him from uttering a single cry of anguish.
Only the sound of her fist striking flesh echoed through the air.
The patrol captain, taken aback by the beastman girl strength, finally spoke, "Enough.
You'll kill him like this.
" Anya ceased her assault, casting a cold glance at the approaching captain.
He halted immediately, adding, "We did not touch this giant lizard.
And we are not involved with them, so do not misunderstand.
" And Jia wiped the blood from her knuckles on the acne ridden man's body.
They drew their swords first.
You must have witnessed that, didn't you? Indeed.