After testing the musket, Roland had greater confidence in dealing with the upcoming Month of Demons. The only shortcoming was the output problem, but this could not be solved in a short period of time. Even with a high-precision automated machine tool - Anna, he could not really use Anna as a machine. He was still a girl under eighteen, but now he could only work hard all day for his ideals, and even to catch up with the cement consumption of the project, he would expose his naked body in front of a group of big men!
Roland had heard Carter report on this matter, and he felt deeply ashamed of Anna's awareness.
Fortunately, so far, the cement production has been sufficient, and Anna is also responsible for the steam engine.
The parts of the musket were made, which was a meticulous job, and could only be carried out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. Nightingale was learning how to make it around Anna. Although there were drawings, it still had to be seen in the real thing before teaching other sisters better.
At this time, Carter was the only one who was with Roland. After a series of things in the border town were proceeding in an orderly manner, Roland found that this manager had become the most idle person, so it was rare to take this opportunity to inspect the situation of the entire border town.
After spending a whole day, I gave priority to patrolling important mining areas, city walls, docks, training grounds and other places, it was already dark and Roland came to the center of Bianfeng Town.
In this era, the border town with a population of more than 2,000 is already quite large, but everyone's life is obvious to all.
Because of the special environment of the border town, most of the main sources of income for urban residents come from mines, food,
Other daily necessities such as clothing and salt are obtained through transactions with Changge Fortress. However, since Roland changed its trading target this year and replaced it with other towns such as Liuye Town, coupled with its own small treasury support, the economic conditions of the entire border town are still relatively good.
There are garment shops, blacksmith shops, taverns or several small food restaurants in the center of the town, all of which are run by craftsmen from generation to generation, except for taverns.
iris?Is the name of this tavern called Iris?A nice name, but not like Ah that locals can take out. Roland said.
Yes, Your Highness, because the entire Bianfeng Town uses ore as its main source of income, miners have higher incomes than farmers who only farm in other places, and they cannot dig after dark. Therefore, a young nobleman from Changge Fortress took a fancy to business opportunities and opened a tavern called Iris in Bianfeng Town, so that miners who have nothing to do at night can come here to drink and consume.Carter slowly revealed the information he had investigated before.
However, in fact, in addition to selling wine, Iris also provided other special services before.
Special services?Could it be a flesh business?Roland was a little surprised, but he didn't expect to open a brothel in this small border town.
Carter smiled helplessly.
Yes, after all, they are all strong men, especially after drinking, which inevitably requires venting.The name Iris is also directly used by the name of the Iris Bunshop in Changge Fortress.
Well, it turns out that Iris itself is a brothel.Some memories were triggered in Roland's mind again. He seemed to have been to the brothel himself. The quality of the prostitute seemed to be OK, and he had fat and thinness.
When the iris was first opened, several prostitutes brought to the scene from the iris in Changge Fortress. The women in this small place were not as beautiful as those in the big town, and they were well maintained. There were many people coming at that time, but most people just enjoyed it. After all, the fees were expensive, and there were only a few people who were willing to spend the money.
That's not necessarily the case. Anna's face appeared in Roland's mind. Although magic does add to the beauty of a witch, in Roland's opinion, that kind of civilian girl's fresh and innocent look is also excellent.
What after?
After that, all the prostitutes from Changge Fortress left. They couldn't make money and the environment was bad. They went back a few months after they came. Now Iris' main business is to sell alcohol.Carter lowered his voice, but I heard that there were still services in it, but they were all local girls. In order to reduce costs, Iris' maids are all locals. If you want to have more extra income due to lack of money, you can provide some physical transactions.
Tsk Roland felt a little disappointed, but he knew that this was the reality. In this era of low productivity and scarcity of daily necessities, all the civilians were fighting for survival, just selling their bodies. When the disaster year came, all moral bottom lines and legal systems were turned into waste paper, and there were many people who changed their children and ate them. If they were just selling their bodies, there was nothing to look down on them.
What's more, aren't it these nobles who exploit the civilians?
What Roland had no way to deny was that although he had tried not to ask for a luxurious life experience, those comfortable clothes and delicious snacks were taken from the common people, not to mention the greedy and extremely luxurious nobles of the entire Gray Castle.
Roland knew that he could not fight against the entire class, and this was the case in this era. All he could do now was to use the power of witches and vigorously improve productivity, so that the cake could be made bigger and the lower-class people could eat more cakes.
Unfortunately, Anna's ability is only suitable for the development of industry, Nanava is just a medical soldier, and Nightingale's ability is currently only suitable for combat.
More witches, Roland looked at the border town where only a few lights of fire were lit in front of him. This is the future.
He had already put enough bait for the Nightingale. Whether it was the treatment of the witches or the drawings of the steam engine, and the identity of his four princes, it represented a bright future. If the dozens of witches from the Witch Mutual Aid Association could be taken back, then Roland was confident that he could increase the development speed of the Border Town several times, as long as it was not all fighting witches.
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As the last stop to patrol Border Town today - the Iris Tavern, Roland deliberately waited until sunset to see how the taverns of this era are, and to experience the feeling of having fun with the people.
In order to prevent being recognized by others, Roland and Carter both wore hoods and windbreakers. Carter led the way forward with torches dancing in the wind, following the stone-paved road, towards the center of the town little by little. With the help of the unfalling firelight, the surrounding houses, referred to as stone and wood, only showed a rough outline. In this quiet night, occasionally a little female moan came from the houses beside him. On a night without entertainment, the people who returned home had to start the creation of humans.
The noise came from the front, and Roland knew that he was about to arrive at the tavern, so he slowed down.
The dark yellow light shone out from the window. This is a large two-story wooden house. In order to accommodate more people, the entire tavern has three ordinary houses long. The second floor seems to be a separate room, some are pitch black and some are shining with light. Is it true that someone flashes by?
On the second floor, it should be used as a room for prostitutes to pick up customers.
Your Highness, we have arrived. Carter inserted the torch in his hand aside.
Be careful, let's go in. Roland pulled his hood and came to the tavern door. He reached out and pushed it. The wooden door made a creaking sound, and the noise became louder and louder.
The tavern was only illuminated with torches. The burning smell mixed with human body odor made Roland unable to help but cover his nose. At this time, most of the tavern were off-duty miners, drinking inferior ale and boasting loudly.
Roland took Carter to an uninhabited corner and sat down. Soon, a young girl with a headscarf on her head and dressed in linen clothes, but with a small apron walked over with a wooden plate. It seemed that she was the waiter in the tavern.
Hello, I would like to ask some of McGrath... His Highness Roland!The waitress with freckles on her face recognized Roland's face, covered her mouth in surprise, then looked around, and then knelt down and saluted.
Roland quickly stopped her, but he didn't want to be exposed directly.
Okay, don’t make a name for it. I don’t want to be surrounded by a large group of people to salute. I just want to have a glass of ale. Is that OK?Roland blinked at the waiter, then took out a silver wolf and placed it on the table.
This... This is not very good. The waiter's face was flushed and he grabbed the apron with both hands. There were too many silver wolfs, just a few bronze eagles.
If you think that it’s a reward for helping me keep a secret, okay?By the way, I don't know what to call it?
No...it's okay, just call me Serry (yes, it's the maid Vanne wants to marry in Chapter 25).
OK, then Miss Serry, can you help us get two glasses of ale?
Of course, of course, come soon!
Looking at Serry leaving quickly, Roland couldn't help but laugh. Serry was just ordinary, but better than youth. It seemed that she had been washed in this way. Maybe after being in the tavern for a long time, Roland could smell the fragrance of ale on her body.
But thinking about what Carter said before, will this Miss Serry provide physical services?
Roland fell into deep thought because he found that his lower body had become erect involuntarily.
To divert attention, Roland listened carefully to the conversations of the others in the tavern.
At this time, most of the drinkers were already having a good time and did not notice that two new people came in. They were talking loudly at this time. Roland listened for a while and probably how they were doing today's work. Who made a bad job, and who got more money because of their excellent performance, and the person who took more money was also on the scene and said that they would invite everyone to have a glass of ale.
Some people also talked about the spring dreams they had at night. They were probably asleep. Suddenly they found a woman licking his cock. When he woke up, he found that he was dreaming. There was no one in the room. When he was sleeping, the dream could be held. A woman with a good figure was riding on him. In the dark, he could feel the cock stirring in a warm, wet and tight vagina. He ejaculated without long after he could ejaculate. When he woke up again in the morning, he felt his waist sore, but strangely, the feeling of ejaculation was so real, but there was no nocturnal emission on his pants.
When everyone laughed at him, they also started to talk about women.
Some say that they made their wives angry and their wives didn't let them touch them, which made everyone laugh.
Some people also talk about which daughter they like. The daughter was born well, with a big butt, like a millstone, and everyone laughed in a vulgar way.
Some people also talk about working in Roland's castle and seeing a beautiful woman who is not dressed, then describe her beautiful girl, her breasts are so big, her butt is so erect, and her pussy is not still hairy!
When Roland heard this, he knew it was Anna and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Anna himself didn't mind, so he couldn't say anything more. However, when he heard those people commenting on Anna in vulgar words, Roland felt a strange feeling in his heart. That strange experience gradually surged into his heart, but Roland still had a deep understanding of it, and Serry ran over panting with two glasses of ale.
Just take two glasses of ale, are you going to be so anxious?Roland thought to himself, but after a closer look, he found that Serry's outfit had changed.
The trousers I was originally wearing disappeared, but instead changed into a knee-length dress, revealing her slender calf, the shawl on her shoulders was also taken off, and two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, revealing her slender collarbone.
Roland also understood that the other party wanted to show himself a good-looking side. To put it bluntly, if she could fall in love with her, she could turn over. Even if she didn't like her, if she could have a happy night, she could still wear a better life with her reputation, and she would not have to be forced to sell meat in this tavern for life.
Roland would not look down on her, but he would not just let one person live a good life. He would let all the people live in a good life without worrying about making a living, and not be afraid of being frozen to death or starving to death tomorrow. This is what he hopes to do.
Your Highness, the ale you want may be a little dissatisfied with your taste. Serry leaned down and placed a glass of ale in front of Carter, then slowly placed another glass of ale in front of Roland.
The unbuttoned collar revealed a gap under the action of gravity. Roland glanced, then glanced again. With the dim light, he found that Serry was not wearing underwear. His small breasts were completely in sight, and his pale nipples were swaying gently as Serry moved.
Roland's ambition was easily defeated by the girl's tender breasts. For some reason, when she thought of Serry as a part-time prostitute, her attraction to herself increased geometrically, and the ordinary face dotted with freckles also became attractive.
Cough Cough Carter coughed a few times. God knows why His Highness Roland kept the beautiful Miss Anna away from watching, and ran over to see an ordinary village girl who was still a secret prostitute.
Roland came to his senses, and Serry put down his wine glass and stood up, blushing his cheeks, turning around and leaving in a little disappointed manner to receive other guests.
Roland touched his nose a little embarrassedly, picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip of the ale. The bitter taste mixed with the faint smell of alcohol was hard to describe, but the current grain production does not allow large-scale brewing of wine, so he could only drink this inferior wine to live.
Roland put down his wine glass. In addition to Serry, there were two other waiters in the entire tavern, both young girls, who were shuttled through the crowd, handing the glasses containing ale to the guests from time to time, and the guests also took out the copper eagle from their pockets and put them on the girls' tray.
However, Roland could see the guests' palms hugging the girls' waists from time to time, or patting the girls' butts secretly after putting down the copper eagle.
Serry took a tray of ale to deliver to the guests. Because she changed her skirt, there were so many guests around her. Roland saw many rough hands stuffing the copper eagle into Serry's apron pocket and then putting it into the bottom of the skirt. When Serry broke free, his clothes were already messy, so he had to blush and return to the counter to clean up.
Roland only felt that his breathing was getting heavier, and it seemed something was wrong. There were constant beautiful scenes in his mind, most of which were scenes of his predecessor playing with maids, prostitutes, or playing with other noble women. His lower body was so hard that it hurt.
wrong!There must be something wrong!Since entering this tavern, my mind has started to get wrong!
Shaking his brain full of lust, he suddenly glanced at a silver color from the corner of his eyes. What was that?hair?
As if he noticed Roland's eyes, the silver-haired woman next to the kitchen door walked over.
Roland had heard Carter report on this matter, and he felt deeply ashamed of Anna's awareness.
Fortunately, so far, the cement production has been sufficient, and Anna is also responsible for the steam engine.
The parts of the musket were made, which was a meticulous job, and could only be carried out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. Nightingale was learning how to make it around Anna. Although there were drawings, it still had to be seen in the real thing before teaching other sisters better.
At this time, Carter was the only one who was with Roland. After a series of things in the border town were proceeding in an orderly manner, Roland found that this manager had become the most idle person, so it was rare to take this opportunity to inspect the situation of the entire border town.
After spending a whole day, I gave priority to patrolling important mining areas, city walls, docks, training grounds and other places, it was already dark and Roland came to the center of Bianfeng Town.
In this era, the border town with a population of more than 2,000 is already quite large, but everyone's life is obvious to all.
Because of the special environment of the border town, most of the main sources of income for urban residents come from mines, food,
Other daily necessities such as clothing and salt are obtained through transactions with Changge Fortress. However, since Roland changed its trading target this year and replaced it with other towns such as Liuye Town, coupled with its own small treasury support, the economic conditions of the entire border town are still relatively good.
There are garment shops, blacksmith shops, taverns or several small food restaurants in the center of the town, all of which are run by craftsmen from generation to generation, except for taverns.
iris?Is the name of this tavern called Iris?A nice name, but not like Ah that locals can take out. Roland said.
Yes, Your Highness, because the entire Bianfeng Town uses ore as its main source of income, miners have higher incomes than farmers who only farm in other places, and they cannot dig after dark. Therefore, a young nobleman from Changge Fortress took a fancy to business opportunities and opened a tavern called Iris in Bianfeng Town, so that miners who have nothing to do at night can come here to drink and consume.Carter slowly revealed the information he had investigated before.
However, in fact, in addition to selling wine, Iris also provided other special services before.
Special services?Could it be a flesh business?Roland was a little surprised, but he didn't expect to open a brothel in this small border town.
Carter smiled helplessly.
Yes, after all, they are all strong men, especially after drinking, which inevitably requires venting.The name Iris is also directly used by the name of the Iris Bunshop in Changge Fortress.
Well, it turns out that Iris itself is a brothel.Some memories were triggered in Roland's mind again. He seemed to have been to the brothel himself. The quality of the prostitute seemed to be OK, and he had fat and thinness.
When the iris was first opened, several prostitutes brought to the scene from the iris in Changge Fortress. The women in this small place were not as beautiful as those in the big town, and they were well maintained. There were many people coming at that time, but most people just enjoyed it. After all, the fees were expensive, and there were only a few people who were willing to spend the money.
That's not necessarily the case. Anna's face appeared in Roland's mind. Although magic does add to the beauty of a witch, in Roland's opinion, that kind of civilian girl's fresh and innocent look is also excellent.
What after?
After that, all the prostitutes from Changge Fortress left. They couldn't make money and the environment was bad. They went back a few months after they came. Now Iris' main business is to sell alcohol.Carter lowered his voice, but I heard that there were still services in it, but they were all local girls. In order to reduce costs, Iris' maids are all locals. If you want to have more extra income due to lack of money, you can provide some physical transactions.
Tsk Roland felt a little disappointed, but he knew that this was the reality. In this era of low productivity and scarcity of daily necessities, all the civilians were fighting for survival, just selling their bodies. When the disaster year came, all moral bottom lines and legal systems were turned into waste paper, and there were many people who changed their children and ate them. If they were just selling their bodies, there was nothing to look down on them.
What's more, aren't it these nobles who exploit the civilians?
What Roland had no way to deny was that although he had tried not to ask for a luxurious life experience, those comfortable clothes and delicious snacks were taken from the common people, not to mention the greedy and extremely luxurious nobles of the entire Gray Castle.
Roland knew that he could not fight against the entire class, and this was the case in this era. All he could do now was to use the power of witches and vigorously improve productivity, so that the cake could be made bigger and the lower-class people could eat more cakes.
Unfortunately, Anna's ability is only suitable for the development of industry, Nanava is just a medical soldier, and Nightingale's ability is currently only suitable for combat.
More witches, Roland looked at the border town where only a few lights of fire were lit in front of him. This is the future.
He had already put enough bait for the Nightingale. Whether it was the treatment of the witches or the drawings of the steam engine, and the identity of his four princes, it represented a bright future. If the dozens of witches from the Witch Mutual Aid Association could be taken back, then Roland was confident that he could increase the development speed of the Border Town several times, as long as it was not all fighting witches.
********************
As the last stop to patrol Border Town today - the Iris Tavern, Roland deliberately waited until sunset to see how the taverns of this era are, and to experience the feeling of having fun with the people.
In order to prevent being recognized by others, Roland and Carter both wore hoods and windbreakers. Carter led the way forward with torches dancing in the wind, following the stone-paved road, towards the center of the town little by little. With the help of the unfalling firelight, the surrounding houses, referred to as stone and wood, only showed a rough outline. In this quiet night, occasionally a little female moan came from the houses beside him. On a night without entertainment, the people who returned home had to start the creation of humans.
The noise came from the front, and Roland knew that he was about to arrive at the tavern, so he slowed down.
The dark yellow light shone out from the window. This is a large two-story wooden house. In order to accommodate more people, the entire tavern has three ordinary houses long. The second floor seems to be a separate room, some are pitch black and some are shining with light. Is it true that someone flashes by?
On the second floor, it should be used as a room for prostitutes to pick up customers.
Your Highness, we have arrived. Carter inserted the torch in his hand aside.
Be careful, let's go in. Roland pulled his hood and came to the tavern door. He reached out and pushed it. The wooden door made a creaking sound, and the noise became louder and louder.
The tavern was only illuminated with torches. The burning smell mixed with human body odor made Roland unable to help but cover his nose. At this time, most of the tavern were off-duty miners, drinking inferior ale and boasting loudly.
Roland took Carter to an uninhabited corner and sat down. Soon, a young girl with a headscarf on her head and dressed in linen clothes, but with a small apron walked over with a wooden plate. It seemed that she was the waiter in the tavern.
Hello, I would like to ask some of McGrath... His Highness Roland!The waitress with freckles on her face recognized Roland's face, covered her mouth in surprise, then looked around, and then knelt down and saluted.
Roland quickly stopped her, but he didn't want to be exposed directly.
Okay, don’t make a name for it. I don’t want to be surrounded by a large group of people to salute. I just want to have a glass of ale. Is that OK?Roland blinked at the waiter, then took out a silver wolf and placed it on the table.
This... This is not very good. The waiter's face was flushed and he grabbed the apron with both hands. There were too many silver wolfs, just a few bronze eagles.
If you think that it’s a reward for helping me keep a secret, okay?By the way, I don't know what to call it?
No...it's okay, just call me Serry (yes, it's the maid Vanne wants to marry in Chapter 25).
OK, then Miss Serry, can you help us get two glasses of ale?
Of course, of course, come soon!
Looking at Serry leaving quickly, Roland couldn't help but laugh. Serry was just ordinary, but better than youth. It seemed that she had been washed in this way. Maybe after being in the tavern for a long time, Roland could smell the fragrance of ale on her body.
But thinking about what Carter said before, will this Miss Serry provide physical services?
Roland fell into deep thought because he found that his lower body had become erect involuntarily.
To divert attention, Roland listened carefully to the conversations of the others in the tavern.
At this time, most of the drinkers were already having a good time and did not notice that two new people came in. They were talking loudly at this time. Roland listened for a while and probably how they were doing today's work. Who made a bad job, and who got more money because of their excellent performance, and the person who took more money was also on the scene and said that they would invite everyone to have a glass of ale.
Some people also talked about the spring dreams they had at night. They were probably asleep. Suddenly they found a woman licking his cock. When he woke up, he found that he was dreaming. There was no one in the room. When he was sleeping, the dream could be held. A woman with a good figure was riding on him. In the dark, he could feel the cock stirring in a warm, wet and tight vagina. He ejaculated without long after he could ejaculate. When he woke up again in the morning, he felt his waist sore, but strangely, the feeling of ejaculation was so real, but there was no nocturnal emission on his pants.
When everyone laughed at him, they also started to talk about women.
Some say that they made their wives angry and their wives didn't let them touch them, which made everyone laugh.
Some people also talk about which daughter they like. The daughter was born well, with a big butt, like a millstone, and everyone laughed in a vulgar way.
Some people also talk about working in Roland's castle and seeing a beautiful woman who is not dressed, then describe her beautiful girl, her breasts are so big, her butt is so erect, and her pussy is not still hairy!
When Roland heard this, he knew it was Anna and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Anna himself didn't mind, so he couldn't say anything more. However, when he heard those people commenting on Anna in vulgar words, Roland felt a strange feeling in his heart. That strange experience gradually surged into his heart, but Roland still had a deep understanding of it, and Serry ran over panting with two glasses of ale.
Just take two glasses of ale, are you going to be so anxious?Roland thought to himself, but after a closer look, he found that Serry's outfit had changed.
The trousers I was originally wearing disappeared, but instead changed into a knee-length dress, revealing her slender calf, the shawl on her shoulders was also taken off, and two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, revealing her slender collarbone.
Roland also understood that the other party wanted to show himself a good-looking side. To put it bluntly, if she could fall in love with her, she could turn over. Even if she didn't like her, if she could have a happy night, she could still wear a better life with her reputation, and she would not have to be forced to sell meat in this tavern for life.
Roland would not look down on her, but he would not just let one person live a good life. He would let all the people live in a good life without worrying about making a living, and not be afraid of being frozen to death or starving to death tomorrow. This is what he hopes to do.
Your Highness, the ale you want may be a little dissatisfied with your taste. Serry leaned down and placed a glass of ale in front of Carter, then slowly placed another glass of ale in front of Roland.
The unbuttoned collar revealed a gap under the action of gravity. Roland glanced, then glanced again. With the dim light, he found that Serry was not wearing underwear. His small breasts were completely in sight, and his pale nipples were swaying gently as Serry moved.
Roland's ambition was easily defeated by the girl's tender breasts. For some reason, when she thought of Serry as a part-time prostitute, her attraction to herself increased geometrically, and the ordinary face dotted with freckles also became attractive.
Cough Cough Carter coughed a few times. God knows why His Highness Roland kept the beautiful Miss Anna away from watching, and ran over to see an ordinary village girl who was still a secret prostitute.
Roland came to his senses, and Serry put down his wine glass and stood up, blushing his cheeks, turning around and leaving in a little disappointed manner to receive other guests.
Roland touched his nose a little embarrassedly, picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip of the ale. The bitter taste mixed with the faint smell of alcohol was hard to describe, but the current grain production does not allow large-scale brewing of wine, so he could only drink this inferior wine to live.
Roland put down his wine glass. In addition to Serry, there were two other waiters in the entire tavern, both young girls, who were shuttled through the crowd, handing the glasses containing ale to the guests from time to time, and the guests also took out the copper eagle from their pockets and put them on the girls' tray.
However, Roland could see the guests' palms hugging the girls' waists from time to time, or patting the girls' butts secretly after putting down the copper eagle.
Serry took a tray of ale to deliver to the guests. Because she changed her skirt, there were so many guests around her. Roland saw many rough hands stuffing the copper eagle into Serry's apron pocket and then putting it into the bottom of the skirt. When Serry broke free, his clothes were already messy, so he had to blush and return to the counter to clean up.
Roland only felt that his breathing was getting heavier, and it seemed something was wrong. There were constant beautiful scenes in his mind, most of which were scenes of his predecessor playing with maids, prostitutes, or playing with other noble women. His lower body was so hard that it hurt.
wrong!There must be something wrong!Since entering this tavern, my mind has started to get wrong!
Shaking his brain full of lust, he suddenly glanced at a silver color from the corner of his eyes. What was that?hair?
As if he noticed Roland's eyes, the silver-haired woman next to the kitchen door walked over.
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