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Chapter 253 Reantandin is a slut! (4k)

Then more and more people gathered around, and a series of scraping sounds of tables and chairs hitting the floor filled the air, quickly surrounding Caesar.

The tiger slowly walked up to Caesar. He was three times as tall as Caesar, and his shadow was long enough to cover his entire body.

"Oh, looks like a little bumpkin. With that face, could he be some rich young master?" he said in a low, provocative voice.

Caesar's expression remained unchanged as he glanced past the tiger and looked at the demi-humans who had gathered around him.

Judging from their clothing, they belonged to different gangs, but now, facing this outsider, they were united in their hatred, standing in a row with unfriendly expressions.

The situation here was more complicated than he had imagined.

"Hey, mud-bumpkin, who told you to wear our caravan's turban?" Tiger said coldly, his expression as if he was about to attack at any moment.

In the tense moment, Pida quickly stepped forward, grabbed the tiger, and said with a forced smile:
"No, no, Brother Taifeng, this is Yandai. He's here to eat. He was introduced by someone."

Upon hearing that it was a pipe, the surrounding crowd softened their aggression slightly, but still glared at him with hostility.

"Bullshit! You think this thing with its pubic hair not even fully grown is a pipe? Are you stupid?" the tiger roared at Pida.

“It’s true,” Pida leaned in and whispered in his ear, “He’s going to see Martini. If something important gets ruined, the master will be unhappy again.”

After these words, the tiger's expression softened. He snorted coldly, bent down, and said coldly to Caesar, "You better watch out, you mud-skin. Given the chance, I'll tear open your belly and pull out your intestines."

Caesar remained silent, choosing to ignore the threat.

The surrounding demi-humans then retreated, but still maintained hostile gazes towards Caesar.

"Phew," Pida wiped his forehead and said to Caesar, "It's alright, let's go."

“It seems your job is indeed not easy,” Caesar said.

"Hehe, I'm paid to take the blame for people, I have that professional ethics," Pida chuckled.

"Do tobacco pipes, as you mentioned, often come here?" Caesar asked.

From the tiger's tone, he realized that this so-called pipe seemed to be more than just a pipe.

“There are some. Some come looking for thrills, and some come to buy things,” Pida said in a low voice. “I’m not bragging, but in the underground black market of District 8, there’s nothing that can’t be traded. Such a large market supply makes many wealthy people outside envious.”

Caesar could imagine that people were probably the most common commodity traded here.

He looked at the demi-humans in the tavern and asked, "By the way, I remember that there are still some humans living in District 8, right? Can they coexist peacefully?"

“Most of the humans still living in District 8 are government officials dispatched from elsewhere. They receive special protection and mostly live on the outskirts, in the area you saw at the beginning,” Pida said.
"Of course, there are some human species that we recognize, but they are only a very small number. These are mostly high-ranking members of gangs who rarely show their faces."

Caesar nodded, gaining a basic understanding of the local culture.

Upon reaching the bar, Pida whispered to him, "How much money do you have on you?"

“About a thousand gold ronins?” Caesar said.

He didn't have the habit of carrying large amounts of cash; this thousand taels of silver was all prepared for this trip.

“That should be enough,” Pida estimated.

“You might need to buy drinks for everyone in a bit. That way, they'll be more accepting of you, and you'll have a better chance of meeting Martini. That's the rule. Otherwise, they might not even have the chance to notify Martini,” Pida said.

"Come, come with me."

They arrived at the bar, where there was only one bartender, a sheep-man, who was wiping the glasses.

"Tora, arrange for the wine tower to be set up. This young master Caesar wants to treat everyone to a drink!" Pida snapped his fingers and said in a high-spirited tone.

Then the bartender's gaze fell on Caesar.

Caesar sighed, took out his wallet, hesitated for a moment, then took out all the whole bills inside and placed them on the bar.

“One drink for everyone, it’s on me,” he said.

Tora turned around and shouted towards the kitchen, "One set of wine towers!"

Soon, two bartenders pushed out a tall glass tower of wine, and cheers immediately erupted in the tavern. Glasses of wine were served, and the atmosphere in the tavern became even more lively.

Pida brought a glass of wine to Caesar and handed it to him.

Caesar thought he was to have a drink too, but Pida stopped him and said...

"This is for you to offer a toast to the Godfather, don't drink it yourself."

"godfather?"

Pida pointed to a large portrait of a human face hanging on the innermost wall of the tavern. It was a man with horns and a full head of white hair.

But those weren't animal horns; Caesar quickly recognized them as symbols of the demon race.

“This is Godfather Hypnor. He is the great man who made the Eighth District completely break away from the Kingdom’s control and become the underground kingdom. He is also our common godfather. As long as you are a gang member and you are down on your luck, you can go to him and get his help,” Pida introduced.

He also showed reverence for the portrait of the Godfather, and then said to Caesar:
"The Godfather is our spiritual symbol. Your respect for him will make everyone like you, and it's a prerequisite for meeting Martini. Go."

Left with no other choice, Caesar, holding his wine glass, approached the enormous portrait under the watchful eyes of the crowd. After a moment's thought, he raised his glass and said:

"Wishing you good health, the great Mr. Hypnor."

He drank that glass of strong liquor; his throat, which hadn't been sore in a long time, was burning, and he could only endure it for the time being.

He could now definitely feel that the hostility around him had decreased by more than half.

So he went back to the bar and gave Pida a wink.

Pida immediately said to the bartender, "Tora, this young master would like to see Martini. Could you please arrange that?"

The goat-man bartender glanced at Caesar: "You're out of luck. Lockhead's been in a bad mood these past few days and doesn't want to see anyone."

“Excuse me, I was introduced here. Please tell Mr. Martini that Ms. Wendy Carol sent me,” Caesar said politely. “I know, but I can’t guarantee he’ll see you.” Tora showed no particular expression at Wendy’s name, beckoned a sommelier, whispered a few words in his ear, and dismissed him.

“That’s fine, let’s go sit over there and wait,” Pida said casually to Caesar.

It seemed like it would be a while before Caesar followed, found a corner to sit down, and Pida ordered a drink for himself. After asking Caesar, he only asked for a glass of water.

Not long after he sat down, Taifeng, the tiger from before, came over.

Holding the wine Caesar had bought, he approached arrogantly, his face reeking of alcohol, and said, "I've seen plenty of mud scum like you. Don't play dumb with me. Don't think you can live peacefully here just because you know a few rules. You bunch of cowards are all the same to me. Paying money to avoid trouble, hehehe. I'll say it again: if I get the chance, I will definitely rip your guts out. So don't try any tricks on me, you hear me?"

Caesar frowned slightly, remained silent, and looked at Pida, only to find that he was also just giving him meaningful glances.

"I'm asking you a question, did you hear me? Are you mute?" Tai Feng roared, spitting all over the table.

“I heard you,” Caesar said in a deep voice.

"Hmph." Tai Feng sneered, "You look just like a deadbeat, a piece of mud."

He spat on the ground, knocked over the water glass in front of him, turned and left, but only sat down in a spot not far from him.

"Calm down, calm down," Pida said softly as she wiped the table with a towel.

"That's just his temper. He likes to pick fights with people. Just bear with him. We're here to do serious business."

Caesar let out a sigh of relief. He knew he had important business to attend to and it wasn't worth wasting time with these scoundrels.

Keep a low profile and sit here waiting for the tavern's response.

However, after waiting for quite a while, there was still no movement from the other side. He even saw that the waiter who had gone to deliver the message had returned, but no one came over to say anything to him.

With doubts in his mind, he went to the bar again and asked Tora, "Has Mr. Martini replied?"

“Martini has something important to attend to right now, he’ll pass on the message to you later,” Tora said to him without any emotion.

"What's the important matter?"

"Is that something you should be asking?" Tora frowned.

Caesar remained silent for a moment, then said, "Then I'll have to trouble you for a while."

He returned to the table, and Pida reassured him, "It's alright. It is a bit of a hassle, but Martini won't overlook anyone who holds District Eight in awe. We'll just have to wait a bit."

“My bottom line is before tonight,” Caesar said calmly.
Pida opened his mouth, Caesar's words carried a hint of hostility, this young man from a prominent family seemed to be more than he appeared in some ways.

Time passed, and after about two hours, no one came to talk to him.

Caesar remained patient and waited quietly.

Just then, they heard murmurs coming from the nearby table:
"Damn it, I heard on the radio this morning that people back home are actually giving money to the mud people, did you know? They're giving it to them directly! Anyone who immigrated there within the last year gets 3,000 Doran's a month! (Usruel's currency, 1 gold lang is approximately equal to 20 Doran's)"

"Isn't that how it is? Those damn politicians talk about friendly coexistence, but all they do is engage in this bullshit."

"Hey, when are you going to give us some money too? Not too much, just enough for me to have some fun once a week."

"Keep dreaming. If the mud-skinned government really intended to give you money, it would only be to send you to the battlefield. Who would really care about you?"

"Think about history. Apart from the Great Expansion period, the orcs only had some status during the time of Eldaria. When else were they not treated like slaves?"

Upon suddenly hearing the name of Eldaria here, Caesar's attention was slightly diverted.

"Bullshit, Aldaria? That emperor is nothing but a mud slinger. If it weren't for the Beast King Agrippa keeping him in check, he would have had to turn on the orcs."

Immediately, someone scoffed at this viewpoint.

Caesar chuckled inwardly. The Beast King, that tall guy with the guts of a rat? If it weren't for his assistance, he probably wouldn't even have been able to hold onto the throne.

"Ha, Rean, I can't help but laugh when I think about it. Those mud bastards treated him like a god. They probably don't know that their ancestor, the emperor, was actually a brothel seller!"

A bear-man chuckled loudly.

"Huh? Where did you hear that?" someone chuckled.

"Don't you believe me? That Reantandin is a total bastard. Look at him, he doesn't know how to enjoy himself as an emperor. He only has one skinny woman by his side. He has no masculine spirit at all. What does that mean? He doesn't like women. He only married his queen because he was forced to. Look at him, he fought so many wars, and he was still surrounded by men. Isn't that a bit much?"

Everyone around heard it, and then bursts of joyful laughter erupted.

The bear-man got more and more excited as he spoke, slammed his hand on the table, and continued:
"Also, why do you think he hid his mercenary background? It's because he sells ditch! That's why he has so many supporters, all of whom are after his ditch! He sells to whoever he meets, and it's the same when he goes to the orc territory!"
"Ah, don't you believe me? My ancestor went on Agrippa's expedition, back then, he even fought against Reanstein!"

"Hahahaha!"

Loud laughter erupted in the tavern, and even Pida, sitting opposite him, couldn't help but laugh.

Caesar didn't laugh; his face was now terrifyingly grim.

"Hey! You mud rascal, this is so funny, why aren't you laughing?"

Tiger Taifeng walked over and said to him:
"You wouldn't happen to be one of that damn emperor's supporters, would you? Hmm? What? Did I hit a nerve with you guys? You're not happy about it? Haha."

Caesar lowered his head, merely trying to maintain his composure.
Taifeng looked at his disgruntled expression and gave a cold snort of boredom:
"What a son of a bitch."

Swish.

A golden light flashed, followed by a burst of blood-red light shooting into the sky. The heavy impact silenced the laughter in the tavern.
Everyone looked at Taifeng's tall figure, who had been knocked into the wall and was now embedded in it. His lower body was hanging from the ceiling, and his intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the floor.

All eyes turned to the small figure. At this moment, Caesar was surrounded by four blades of light, and the intimidating aura emanating from him seemed to be able to tear the entire tavern apart.

"Don't you dare repeat a single word of what you just said."

A chilling voice rang out, his face now devoid of any previous politeness or gentleness, as if he were a god of death, judging this group of degenerates.

(End of this chapter)