piratefiction Chapter 28 Dwarf's Blade Throat Wine
Chapter 28 Dwarf's Blade Throat Wine
"Boss, why don't you bring out that bottle of 'Knife Throat' liquor and try it?"
The bearded man swallowed a carrot, his eyes glancing at the leather pouch at Fernster's waist.
laughed:
"We've been in the Rocky Forest for so long, it's cold and tough. Now that we're back in the Empire, with a base nearby, we're safe. It's time to relax and unwind."
Fernst frowned.
"I'm saving this for a celebration; we'll drink it after the deal in the capital is completed."
Knife Throat Liquor is a high-proof distilled spirit brewed by the dwarves, with a spicy taste that feels like a knife cutting into the throat.
It can quickly dispel the chill and soothe tired nerves, making it a favorite among adventurers and slave hunters.
Unfortunately, only dwarves know how to brew it, so it's very expensive.
"Hey! Don't be so stingy, boss!"
The tall, thin members joined in the commotion.
"Isn't this a celebration? We successfully caught a top-quality snow rabbit, and you even got an order. Isn't that something to celebrate?"
The other members chimed in, offering their own advice.
Unable to dissuade everyone, Fernst had no choice but to untie his leather bag and pour a bowl for each person.
"Drink less, we have a long journey ahead tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
The bearded man was overjoyed and took the wooden bowl, taking a big gulp.
The pungent liquor burned his throat, causing him to shiver involuntarily, his facial features contorting in pain.
but...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"That felt great, so much better!"
Seeing this, the group picked up their wooden bowls and began to drink, filling the air with a strong aroma of wine.
After three rounds.
All five of them were drunk, their cheeks flushed and their eyes glazed over.
The tall, thin member began singing obscene and vulgar tunes, the filth and profanity drifting on the evening breeze.
"Once I get my share of gold coins, I'm going to patronize every brothel in the capital..."
"Hiccup—!"
The bearded man, his arm around his companion, slurred and lewdly said:
"Let's see which bitch is the best in bed, then I'll buy her and bring her back to my estate to serve me every day!"
The tall, thin man pushed him away and joked:
"With your wilted carrot, your family probably couldn't even survive!"
"Hahaha!"
Everyone roared with laughter!
After joking around for a while, the bearded man's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the direction of the walled outpost.
Swallowed.
He complained, slightly drunk:
"Boss, honestly, couldn't you have asked the baron if we could move inside the walls?"
"If I got in, I could find a few female serfs to have some fun with right now and relieve this pent-up frustration of the past month!"
Finnster was still somewhat sober; he waved his hand dismissively.
"The female serfs are all filthy and reek of sweat. What's so fun about them?"
"Once we get to the capital, I'll have Viscount Brandon arrange the finest virgins for you. I guarantee you'll have your fill!"
"Boss is awesome!"
"Oh my gosh! A virgin!"
The four members immediately started shouting excitedly, their hazy, drunken eyes filled with excitement.
Under the combined influence of alcohol and words, the bearded man felt incredibly hot all over.
He leered at the snow rabbit girl in the iron cage and licked his lips, which were covered in wine.
Her fair, snow-white skin, illuminated by the firelight, was so stunning it made one dizzy.
The snow rabbit girl felt his malicious gaze and trembled with fear. She curled up into a ball, tears welling up in her eyes, but dared not make a sound.
The man with the thick beard felt an intense itch in his heart.
Stumbled to his feet.
He had only taken a few steps toward the iron cage when Finnster kicked him to the ground.
"This is a money tree, what are you planning to do with it?"
The bearded man sobered up a bit, muttered a few dissatisfied words, got up, and pulled the other two members out of the camp.
"Let's go for a walk."
"Let's go outside to pee and get some fresh air!"
Immediately.
The three men left the camp, tipsy.
The night was deep.
With the added influence of alcohol, they staggered toward the wall, but they hadn't gone far when they bumped into Karl, who was keeping watch.
Carl frowned.
He sized up the three guys who reeked of alcohol and walked unsteadily.
"Don't go near the wall. Also, if you need to urinate, go to the open latrine on the left."
"Okay, okay..."
The bearded man gave a mumbled reply, completely ignoring Karl's warning, and led the other two away.
Carl watched their retreating figures and gave a disdainful snort.
Having served in the regular military, he had the utmost contempt for people who were undisciplined and full of bad habits.
Seeing that they hadn't gone far from the wall, he stopped paying attention to them. They were just three ordinary people; they couldn't cause any trouble.
The two junior soldiers of the slave-catching team are still in the camp; they are the ones who deserve our attention.
result...
The three men were so drunk that they went the wrong way and, after walking several hundred meters, stumbled upon the vicinity of the open-air latrine used by female serfs.
Compared to the men's restroom.
This area was enclosed by cowhide and was located further away from the encampment.
Just then, two young female serfs arrived together.
Using the dim light, the three men could see that there were two women, and their eyes lit up immediately!
The alcohol was taking effect, and the pent-up desire that had been building up for over a month could no longer be suppressed. Anyway, it was all dark and all-black, so any woman would do...
They exchanged a knowing glance...
They charged forward and surrounded the two female serfs!
"Hey pretty girl, wanna take a job?"
The bearded man licked his lips, his eyes lingering lewdly over the two female serfs.
The two young female serfs had never seen anything like this before, and they were both terrified, their faces turning pale and their bodies trembling.
He tried to turn and run away, but the three of them blocked his way.
"What do you want to do!?"
One of the female serfs, with her hair in braids, mustered her courage and shouted, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"What are you doing?"
"Of course, we're here to have some fun!"
The tall, thin man reached out to grab the female serf's clothes.
"Don't worry, I'll give each of you ten copper coins afterwards. You won't lose out!"
The practice of patronizing female serfs was not uncommon in some impoverished territories, and it was usually done by free citizens who were short of money.
A little money or food will suffice.
Territorial stewards usually don't interfere, and may even encourage such behavior.
Firstly, female serfs had to pay a portion of their earnings as a "management fee," and secondly, it was to encourage them to reproduce more quickly.
But the two female serfs were very young and had never encountered anything like this before, so they screamed in fright.
The heart-wrenching screams were especially jarring in the quiet night.
"If you yell again, I'll kill you!"
The bearded man felt his eardrums were about to explode. He reached out, grabbed the mouth of one of the female serfs, and slammed her to the ground!
The female serf's body convulsed a few times as if electrocuted, then fell silent...
The other person was terrified, standing frozen in place, completely unable to move, with only helpless fear in their eyes.
Sizzle—!
The sleeves of her arms were torn by the bearded man, who leered as he knocked her to the ground.
"hey-hey..."
"Don't worry, we'll be gentle..."
The other two members of the slave-catching team also impatiently pulled down their trousers and surrounded them...
"what?"
"What is this thing?"
Suddenly, the bearded man noticed a piece of smoked meat hanging around the female serf's neck, and impatiently ripped it off and threw it aside.
Immediately.
He was ready to pounce.