The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

"Who?"

Seeing Cheerchen actually said that he met someone he knew here, Father Spasokukotsky hurriedly put down his wine glass and looked around.

"It's the one on stage." Cheerchen pointed to the gypsy girl dancing on the stage and said.

Father Spasokukotsky stood up slightly, and he looked over the crowd and looked onto the stage, but he could not overlap the girl with someone in his memory. In other words, this woman was only known to Cheerchen.

"Who is she?" Father Spasokukotsky asked Cheerchen.

"Oksana. She is a fortune teller of Prince Yanush." ​​Chechen said.

"It's her? Are you right?" Father Spasokukotsky couldn't believe it. The name Oksana is known to Father Spasokukotsky, after all, this woman took two thousand Taylors from Pidro's hands. But how could a person who is so rich and trusted by Yanush dance in a tavern in a small town to earn money?

"You can't read it wrong, the person above is Oksana." Cheer Chen said firmly. Before saying this, he carefully confirmed it three times. Unless Oksana has a twin sister.

Father Spasokukotsky greeted the waiter.

"Man, what's the name of the dancing gypsy girl above?" Father Spasokukotsky asked.

The waiter glanced at the priest and then at Cheechen, but did not immediately answer. When Cheerchen took out a Taylor and threw it into the hands of the waiter, the waiter smiled and said, "Two, the girl is Oksana. She was with a group of Gypsies a few days ago. Come to us together. You should have heard that these gypsy men make a living by repairing iron and the women make a living by divination and dancing."

The waiter was obviously a talkative, and when he took Chechen's benefits, he said everything to the two of them.

But what the waiter said obviously couldn't explain Chechen's question, that's why Yanush trusted him to leave Werner's court to make a living by dancing. So Cheerchen took out two more Taylors:

"This one is for you, and the other one is for you when she finishes the dance. And tell her that if she wants ten times more Taylor than this, come and sit with me."

"If she asks the names of the two?"

"Just say Mr. Alvar."

The waiter nodded and left with a smile. In such a short time, he has earned two Taylors. This is more than his salary for a week.

Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky just waited quietly. After a while, Oksana's dance finally ended. Oksana stepped off the stage, and then a servant of a tavern picked up all the money on the floor with a washbasin.

"It turned out to be Chief Chelchen. I thought who was so generous!"

When Oksana reappeared in front of Chechen and Father Spasokukotsky, Oksana had already removed her heavy makeup. She was dressed in traditional gypsy clothes and sat opposite Cheerchen with a smile on her face.

"I didn't expect to see Miss Oksana here. But you are not staying in the prince's palace, why have you started a business of selling art again?" Cheerchen asked with a smile.

"I miscalculated, and then I lost my job." Oksana said nonchalantly. It seemed like this kind of thing was commonplace to her.

Hearing Oksana's answer, Cheerchen was a little bit unable to answer.

Seeing Cheerchen choking for a while, Oksana chuckled. She stretched out a hand and opened her palm to look at Cheer Chen.

"What do you mean?" Cheerchen didn't understand.

"Of course I asked you for the ten Taylors promised. The head of a dignified mercenary group will never break his promise, right?" Oksana said playfully.

It seems that no matter where it is, Oksana's money-loving problem hasn't changed at all.

Of course Cheerchen wouldn't break his promise for such a small amount of money, but he just took out ten Taylors from his pocket, and a big hand covered with thick hair slammed on the table.

This big hand does not belong to anyone here, it belongs to a drunk mercenary.

Seeing Cheerchen looking up at him, the mercenary poured a few sips of wine into his mouth with jagged yellow teeth, and then said: "I said why this **** doesn't accompany my brother. We drink, it turns out there is a little white face here, and he is rich!"

Although this is not funny, the mercenary laughed like he heard the funniest joke.

Neither Chechen nor Father Spasokukotsky ignored him. The mercenaries who got drunk and made trouble like this were seen a lot in Prince Yanush's army.

The drunk mercenary saw Cheerchen ignore him, and thought Cheerchen was scared. He grabbed Oksana by the wrist and said lewdly: "Miss Oksana, you should come with me. I'm much better than this kid."

After speaking, Oksana could not agree with him, and pulled her up.

Such rude behavior, UU reading www.uukanshu. com unexpectedly provoked the surrounding guests to applaud.

Cheerchen originally thought that Oksana had been in the market for so long, and that there should be a way to deal with such rascals. Unexpectedly, Oksana was struggling like a little woman, and she turned her eyes for help at Cheerchen. .

So Chechen couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and said to the drunk mercenary: "Friend, you are drunk."

This is an obvious attempt to stop him. The drunk mercenary saw that Cheerchen wanted to be a hero. He took out the dagger around his waist and shook it in front of Cheerchen: "Boy, do you know what this is? If you are interested, hand it over and give it to I get out."

The stench of the stench in the mouth of the drunk mercenary was vomiting.

This drunken mercenary not only robbed sex, but also robbed money, and there was only one way to deal with such a person.

Cheerchen pretended to be helpless, then sighed and touched it in his pocket. It wasn't Taylor that he drew out, but a pistol.

"Maybe this can convince you."

When the drunk mercenaries saw the pistol in Cheerchen's hand, his face changed, and the surrounding area became silent. Their eyes looked at Chechen with fear. In the age of war, you can do whatever you want with a gun. Even if you are a priest or a priest's servant.

The companion of the drunk mercenary has a knife, but it can't quench his thirst. If he really starts his hand, his companion can only avenge him.

"Friends, jokes, jokes." The drunk mercenary gave in. He let go of Oksana's hand, and then put the dagger on the table again. The drunk mercenary wanted to retreat, and the companion behind him also took a step back intriguingly. .

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open forcefully.

Through the gap where the door was pushed open, Cheorchen saw a beautifully decorated carriage parked at the door.