Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

"Can poverty justify this?"

Zhou Li knew what the other party was talking about. He just smiled casually, put down the empty cup, looked at the busy clerk behind the counter, and said with emotion:

"It's mainly because I'm poor and my moral standards are low, so I can do this."

“Being poor means having low moral standards?”

The girl seemed unwilling to let Zhou Li go and pressed on, "Can you do this if you have low moral standards?"

Zhou Li immediately became alert. Facing this righteous girl who seemed to be trying to arrest him, he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say? Or are you the messenger of justice?"

The girl glanced at Zhou Li indifferently, then turned her head and said to the busy clerk:

"Give me two cups of camel milk, like his, that will be spilled by the sand scorpion people. Give me another plate of spicy fried noodles, like his, that will be spilled by the sand scorpion people. And give me another plate of fried potato wedges, which can't be spilled."

The clerk's body suddenly stiffened.

"I'm poor too."

The girl looked calm, as if nothing had happened. After a moment, as if she felt this was not very convincing, she added:

"I also have very low moral standards."

Zhou Li's eyes met the girl's for a moment.

Ok.

The two nodded inwardly.

Yes, they are the same kind of people.

"Zhou Li, Spiritual Contract Master."

Zhou Li faced the bar and stretched out his hand sideways.

"Lan Ling."

After shaking Zhou Li's hand, Lan Ling also faced the bar and said calmly, "Bard."

"Oh?"

Zhou Li raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "I didn't expect that in such a poor place there would be such an elegant profession as yours?"

"Ah."

Lan Ling smiled faintly, just like her name, a harmless Lan Ling flower. "Elegant? Just a lamb in the face of life, nothing more than singing loudly before being slaughtered, just to attract a few more glances from people."

It's so easy to say such philosophical words.

Zhou Li took his camel milk, found the familiar honey jar in the mixing jar in front of him, and poured some into the milk.

Putting down the honey jar and handing it to Lan Ling, Zhou Li smiled and said, "When you come to the Sinai Desert, honey camel milk is a must-try flavor."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Lan Ling gently pushed her palm away, "I don't like this taste very much."

Zhou Li didn't bother with it, nor was he embarrassed. After all, everyone has their own preferences. He simply picked up a disposable blender and began to stir the milk with honey.

"You ahh ...

At this moment, a high-pitched, powerful tenor voice rang out from beside Zhou Li. Zhou Li turned his head and saw the Sand Scorpion, with a head full of camel milk, pointing at Zhou Li and roaring angrily like an angry bull.

Zhou Li was stunned.

I?

What's wrong with me?

“Why are you adding chili sauce to camel milk?!!!”

The whole pub was silent.

You won't be laughed at for drinking camel milk in a pub, because food is precious in the Sinai Desert, alcoholic beverages are generally expensive, and the camel milk in the Sinai Desert is also unique. If you drink camel milk here, you will only be praised for your taste.

It is quite common to eat chili sauce in a tavern. The desert nights are extremely cold, and eating chili is a must to keep warm. Therefore, many Sinai taverns will have chili sauce for diners who like this taste.

However, when a person puts chili sauce and camel milk together, this person can generally only be described in two words.

Zhou Li suddenly realized something, turned his head, looked at the red and white liquid in Lan Ling's cup, his pupils constricted.

Damn, what a god!

This is truly a god.

"I won't allow you to defile the noble camel milk!!!!"

Ignoring the man across the table trying to stop him, the Sand Scorpion man split the table in half with a single palm strike. He then grabbed a table leg and jumped behind Miss Lan Ling, pointing his finger at her and angrily yelling, "Pour out that disgusting liquid in your cup and apologize to Camel Milk. Then I'll buy you a hundred cups of camel milk so you can savor the real delicacy!"

Instantly, the atmosphere in the tavern became tense. Lan Ling, a young woman, ignored the Sand Scorpion's roars and calmly stirred the unknown liquid in her glass.

"Five plates of noodles, sixteen sugar buns, and six bottles of milk."

Taking a break, Zhou Li whispered to the tavern clerk beside him:

“Pack it all up.”

"I'll give you two more plates of potato griddle."

"I'll give you a plate."

"Brothers."

Chapter 5 Death, Metal, Rock

The air in the tavern was filled with tension.

The beautiful Lan Ling looked particularly petite next to the generally huge bodies of the Sand Scorpion people, as if she would fall down if touched.

The girl stared at the liquid in the cup intently, while the sand scorpion man beside her was furious, his Mohawk-like hair and pointed head trembling.

“Have you ever been poor?”

Suddenly, the girl spoke. Her words seemed to possess an invisible magic that made people unable to help but listen.

The pub was quiet.

"Have you ever devoured the flesh of an Arctic dog, whom you considered a companion, in the Frost Land?"

"Have you ever struggled in the wind and sand just to eat a bite of sand steamed bun?"

"Have you ever chosen to crawl forward amidst the painful choices of reality, even if you were covered in blood?"

The deafening question stunned the Sand Scorpion. As a wealthy race, they were practically the wealthiest in the Sinai Desert. The girl's words seemed distant and unfamiliar to him, yet they were also resonant because of her magnetic and alluring voice.

Everyone in the tavern felt a sense of empathy. As people who had made a living in the desert, they had also been poor and understood the taste of poverty. Soon, they were whispering and talking about their past poverty.

Looking at the girl in front of him who had suffered so much but whose eyes were firm and indifferent, the Sand Scorpion, who was originally aggressive, lost some of his momentum and murmured:

"I... don't understand. Are these painful memories the reason you accept all kinds of food? Is that why you add chili sauce to milk?"

"Ah? No."

Lan Ling was stunned and asked as a matter of course: "What's the connection between these two?"

?

The tavern was quiet again.

"what?"

The Sand Scorpion was confused. "Then what did you say?"

"I drink milk and hot sauce because I love it."

Shaking the reddish-white liquid in the cup, Lan Ling, dressed in a white robe, said calmly, "I spend my money and drink my milk. What does it have to do with you?"

The pointy-headed Sand Scorpion frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Then let me ask you, so why did you say those things just now? Then let me ask you, when you asked me back, I asked you, what did you mean by what you said just now?"

"Don't you think it's rock 'n' roll to say something like that before a fight?"

Lan Ling sighed, then kicked the guitar case away, revealing the dark red electric guitar inside. She raised her head, and a heart-pounding madness flashed across her beautiful face, which had originally been calm.

The Sand Scorpion Man instantly realized that the other party was playing a trick on him. He roared, pulled out the short hammer from his waist, and smashed it straight at Lan Ling in front of him.

Bend over, pick up your guitar, and blast!

The sand-colored robe fell off naturally, revealing only a backless vest unique to the desert. Her arms were covered with runes. The girl swung a guitar as tall as a person, making a heart-pounding sound of breaking through the wind. At the same time, a powerful strumming sound burst out from the guitar, shaking everyone in the tavern to the ground and unable to stand.

The Sand Scorpion was caught off guard and swung around, landing heavily on a round table like a broken doll. Instantly, the table shattered into pieces.

"My talent is called Death! Metal! Rock!"

She removed the metal pick from her chest and flipped it around in her hands. Lan Ling's previous calmness and indifference were gone, replaced by an incomparable frenzy. She slung the iron-wrapped electric guitar over her shoulder, looked at the Sand Scorpion who stood up in a daze, and said manically:

"The effect is simple. As long as it's rock 'n' roll enough, it can send idiots like you who don't understand what people are saying to death."

Not affected at all by the sound of the strings, Zhou Li nimbly flipped over and landed behind the bar, pulling up the dazed bartender and packing up the food that was about to be destroyed by the battle.

After doing all this, Zhou Li immediately took a step back and protected the wine to his chest.

The shattered table landed in front of the bartender. The Sand Scorpion's eyes were bloodshot as he continuously threw the surrounding round tables at Lan Ling, who was standing at the bar. Lan Ling, in turn, wielded her electric guitar recklessly, smashing the flying tables into pieces.

"Does the Bard have this second-stage profession?"

The bartender, hiding behind the bar, asked in disbelief, "Don't bards sing and attack?"

This world's class structure is quite unique. Each basic class has a corresponding secondary, tertiary, and final class. Of course, there's more than one path to take in a class. For example, a bard can advance to the more powerful "Psychic Chanter" or the more supportive "Lutheran," depending on personal preference and family circumstances.

Of course, spiritual classes are inherently diverse, with many advanced classes not officially registered. Therefore, the Golden Kingdom generally judges spiritual classes based on "soul color," as you can't guarantee a mastery of a basic class like the Ten-Li Po Sword God, and it's not impossible for a bard to sing "Hakimi, the World's Destroyer."

Zhou Li crossed his arms, watching with great interest as the young bard girl in front of him used her strange strength to tear the table apart. Meanwhile, the crowd around him cheered, showing no fear of being affected, simply cheering for the two people in the middle.

"Death rock musician."

Zhou Li picked up a box of chips, stuffed one into his mouth, and then said, "It's an extremely rare second-level profession. Although it belongs to the Bard, the Bard's Assembly does not recognize Death Rock as their profession. Because Death Rock is neither bardic nor..."

"poet."

Seeing that his throwing skills were not working, the sand scorpion grabbed a lucky spectator as a weapon and rushed towards the rock girl holding the electric guitar with a roar.

Lan Ling let out a sinister laugh and finally placed the electric guitar against her chest, treating the bloodstained instrument like an instrument. The pick in her hand trembled and swept down, and instantly, a piercing yet frenzied burst of metal music resounded throughout the tavern.

The Sand Scorpion suddenly stopped in his tracks. In a panic, he threw the Lucky Audience in his hand, smashing it directly into the bar. The bartender and Zhou Li reacted immediately, taking a step back and catching the Lucky Audience's cold face with the gentle ground.

The man in the fine clothing was knocked unconscious by the fall, and a white crystal from his chest pocket rolled to Zhou Li's feet. Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, bent down to pick up the crystal, and just as he was about to put it back, the sand scorpion man blew a puff of sand towards the bar.