Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 315 Brothel Incident
There is a brothel called "Red Velvet" in Gonda. Its name is as bright and attractive as its signboard, like a flame burning in the night.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, I was greeted by a smell mixed with cheap perfume, sweat and alcohol.

In the flickering dim candlelight, silk curtains mixed with the smell of cheap liquor, and gold and silver utensils coexisted with shabby wooden tables.

The boundaries between noble knights and street thugs are blurred here. Prostitutes dressed in colorful silk and gauze shuttle among the crowd, with gorgeous makeup and enchanting figures.

Whispers circulated in the corners, knights boasted about their military exploits, merchants discussed smuggling, and spies exchanged intelligence.

The men sat around the wooden table, drinking beer in big gulps, patting the prostitutes' round buttocks that were vaguely visible passing by, talking and laughing loudly, and occasionally reaching out to put his arm around a prostitute, whispering a few words to her, and then disappearing into the shadows upstairs with her.

The proprietress of Red Velvet is named Margery. She used to be a palace maid. Now she is over 30 years old, but she still has charm, just like a ripe peach. The older she gets, the more charming she is.

Her eyes are sharp and shrewd, as if she can see through the thoughts of every customer.

Red Velvet is more than just a place for pleasure; it's more like a miniature kingdom filled with power, desire and betrayal.

Here, everyone has their own purpose and secrets, and the purpose of Red Velvet is to explore these secrets.

After all, no man can resist revealing his deepest secrets in the hands of a prostitute who is proficient in all kinds of skills.

As for the owner behind her, she glanced in the direction of the palace calmly.

Margery sat behind the wooden platform, holding a glass of rum in her hand, scanning the crowd, and soon her eyes focused on a skinny old man who was about 1.5 meters tall.

Sam sat at a table in the corner, holding a glass of the cheapest and lowest quality beer in his hand, watching with great interest the prostitutes who were moving among the crowd like butterflies among flowers.

It was the first time for him to see so many beautiful and charming prostitutes, like gorgeous flowers standing on the roadside, ready to be picked.

Everything seemed so novel to this country bumpkin from the wilderness that he regretted that he did not bring enough money and could only watch and enjoy the feast.

However, occasionally he would imitate others and reach out his hand to slap the butt of a passing prostitute, leaving an obvious black palm print.

Facing the prostitute's angry stare, he simply grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with two missing teeth.

"A poor country bumpkin."

Margery quickly looked away. Red Velvet met many people like this every day.

As soon as he came in, he ordered a glass of the lowest quality beer and sat in the corner, his eyes looking as if he wanted to strip all the prostitutes naked, but the reality was that he could only satisfy his urge to do so due to his empty wallet.

However, the purpose of Red Velvet is to receive both nobles and commoners, so she couldn't take the initiative to drive people out.

Suddenly, there was a quarrel at the stairs. It turned out to be a burly knight with two attendants.

The knight shouted loudly: "I paid you double the money, why did you only let me enjoy it for a few dozen pulse beats!" His voice was so loud that people around him stopped and looked at him.

The prostitute sneered and responded sharply: "You paid for two times, but you only lasted ten pulses both times! The male dogs on the street are better than you.

My time is precious and I have to serve other people. Unless you continue to pay me, don't even think about fucking me!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, with obvious sarcasm.

Obviously, this prostitute is fearless because of her master behind her, as she is in the right.

The knight was so angry that his face turned purple and he clenched his fists. The onlookers around him began to whisper and someone couldn't help laughing. It was Sam.

Ten pulses is simply an insult to the dog.

Margaret knew that this knight was the captain of the knights who maintained the public order of Gonda under Lord Bedoyle. She could smell alcohol on him. In order to avoid escalating the situation, she took the initiative to step forward and said, "Captain Kro, if you are not satisfied, I will find you a better one, but the price will be higher."

"But if you insist on causing trouble, please think carefully about whether the red velvet is on." She finally added a warning tone.

"Damn whore, damn red velvet, I'll never come here again!" He said this angrily and walked straight towards the oak door.

Just when everyone thought that the knight was going to leave in disgrace, he came to Sam at the door and said viciously: "What were you laughing at just now, you dirty mud-legged bastard?!"

"I'm not laughing." Sam shrank his neck and denied it hastily.

Although he is a shaman and a noble spellcaster, all his spells are for his own benefit.

The burly man in front of me is as big as a black bear, and I can probably knock him down with just one punch.

"How dare you laugh at a noble, you lowly bitch." The knight's eyes were extremely cold. He grabbed Sam's collar with one hand and pulled him out from under the table. "I'm going to hang you on the gallows and beat you to death!"

As he said this, he lifted up Sam, ready to slap him twice to vent his anger.

Margery just watched coldly. She was just a country bumpkin. If she could make the captain of police calm down, she would rather die than die.

The number of poor people who die in Gonda every day is simply innumerable.

Sam suddenly shouted in fear: "I am the leader of the spellcasting team of High Cliff Castle, and I am a subordinate of Lord Marquis Levi!"

"He's just a baron who made his fortune by selling his body." A thin attendant next to the knight said a joke that was circulating among the people.

If the lord were here, he would also be amused.

Unfortunately, no one in the brothel laughed, and many people even frowned. Some hot-tempered young mercenaries even wanted to draw their weapons, but were held back by the old mercenaries, who shook their heads.

Nowadays, the name of the Lord of Highcliff Castle is known to everyone in Debe. In addition, the other party recently severely crushed the morale of the Sith at the city gate, which made most people in Gunda City feel relieved.

Although there are many detractors of this legendary figure, they think their brains have been eaten by goblins.

But there are more admirers, especially among mercenaries and knights.

After all, this Lion Hunting Knight used to be a mercenary at first, and later became a knight.

Margaret was startled, but quickly shook her head. She had heard that the people of Highcliff Castle were all very arrogant. The old man in front of her was a tough guy and was probably another one who was using the name of Highcliff Castle to defraud people.

With the arrival of the Gaoyabao Brigade in Gunda, this group of scammers has become more rampant recently, and it would be good to teach them a lesson.

And even if it is true, it is not me who offended the other party, and it has nothing to do with me.

Soon Sam was tied by his ankles with a hemp rope, hung upside down on a Roman column on the street in front of Red Velvet, and was constantly whipped with a cowhide whip.

The shrill screams attracted a crowd of onlookers, and also attracted a group of strong men from the Gaoyabao Brigade who were shopping.

Sam was like seeing a savior, and made a cruel accusation in a crying voice.

"Mir, Zat, these guys are bullying us from Gaoyabao because we are from the country!" "Damn it, they dare to bully people from our Gaoyabao brigade." When Zat saw Sam being hung up and beaten, he sneered twice, hung the wreath in his hand around his neck, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

"Three blind bastards!"

With just one punch and two kicks, it knocked the knight and two other followers to the ground.

Barbarians from other Gaoyabao brigades also rushed over and surrounded the scene.

"Sam, I'll put you down right now." Mil looked at the old shaman, whose body was covered with shocking scars, and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Although the old shaman was timid and often thought about escaping from High Cliff Castle to work alone, that was only in the beginning.

Now the other party has already joined Gaoya Castle sincerely. Seeing their own people being bullied like this, even the good-tempered Mil became angry.

"No!" What Mir didn't expect was that the other party shook his head frantically and refused.

Just when Mil thought that the other party had some unique hobby, he unexpectedly said with tears and snot: "I want to show you how these guys bully our High Cliff Castle!"

"Great!" Mil immediately gave a thumbs up in admiration.

If his brother-in-law came to the scene and saw Sam like this, he would probably be furious. With his face-saving and protective personality, he would definitely take advantage of the situation to blackmail him... no, he would demand a generous amount of medical expenses.

There were other soldiers who were maintaining law and order watching from all around. When they saw their leader being knocked to the ground in an instant, although they were afraid of these burly orcs, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush forward with their sticks.

Compared to being bullied afterwards, getting beaten up is obviously nothing.

Not to mention that they have the advantage in numbers.

The whole of Gunda belongs to them!

"Margaery, why don't you let your men help deal with these rebellious orcs!" Someone howled in the chaos.

Margaret didn't listen. She just closed the door to prevent these guys from rushing into Red Velvet. This fight had nothing to do with her from the beginning, and there was no need for her to get involved.

A massive fight ensued.

Unfortunately, the reality is far more cruel than imagined. The number of their opponents is obviously more than ten times that of this group of orc barbarians.

But those who were knocked down were all Gunda's guards. They lay on the ground wailing in pain and could not get out of bed for half a month.

At this moment, a path was formed among the crowd, and more than a hundred fully armed knights walked out in neat steps.

The middle-aged noble who was in the lead was originally furious, but when he saw the orc men who were as tall and straight as green onions, his face instantly turned bitter.

"Hey, why are you guys here again? Why are you fighting again?"

To be honest, he really didn't want to meet these guys from Highcliff Castle, but there was nothing he could do since he was the sheriff in charge of Gonda's security.

The expected escalation of conflict did not happen. He waved his hand to tell the knights not to act rashly. After all, these tough guys were no match for the group of Sith with strong iron men, let alone them.

Especially their lord is the real ruthless character.

He rubbed his hands and came closer to greet him, "Is this brother one of yours? How did you get beaten like this?"

The barbarians sneered, crossed their arms and stood in front of Sam, ignoring him.

"Why don't you put him down first? I'll ask someone to get the best doctor in Gunda for him." The middle-aged nobleman was not discouraged and continued to persuade.

No matter who is right or wrong in this matter now, the most important thing he should do first is to take the old man, who is obviously the victim, down from the shelf.

This is to prevent the Lion Hunter from seeing the other party's miserable appearance and taking the opportunity to get angry.

Unfortunately, no matter how he tried to persuade them, the barbarians were as determined as if they had eaten a stone and would not be moved at all.

Seeing that being soft was no use, he also hardened up, pointed at the bleeding Sam, and said loudly with great sorrow: "Hero! Don't you see that he is already seriously injured? If you don't send him for treatment, it will be too late!"

"I can actually hold on a little longer." Sam looked so weak that he might die at any time, but he still had the strength to say this.

"Don't waste your breath. Once our lord comes, everything will be properly resolved."

Mir glanced at him and spoke slowly.

The middle-aged noble was so angry that he opened his mouth and wanted to curse. At that time, not only would the matter be properly resolved, but he would also be resolved!
Finally, at the moment before exiting, he realized that if he went against this group of barbarians, there would be no good end, so he held it back.

"Which group of bastards is bullying us from Highcliff Castle?!"

Before anyone arrived, a deafening roar could be heard from afar.

The lord, who had pretended to be furious and came with great power, weakened his momentum by three points when he saw the current situation.

The situation on the field was simple and clear - Gunda's guards were knocked down in large numbers, at least hundreds of them, rolling on the ground groaning.

Only on the side of Gaoya Fort, dozens of strong men crossed their arms and crossed their chests, pointing and laughing at the same time. Not a single one fell down, and it was too obvious that they were the culprits.

It is human nature to sympathize with the weak, and it is no exaggeration to attribute them to the initiators of this tragedy.

"grown ups!"

When Sam saw the lord, it was as if he saw the sun, and he shouted with full energy.

"Isn't this the Great Shaman Sam whom I respect?" The Lord looked up and was startled when he saw Sam. Then he regained his confidence and walked over aggressively. "Who beat you up like this? What on earth is going on?"

"Sir, these Gundar guards look down on us at Highcliff Castle, saying you are a sell-out baron who beats people!"

Sam immediately began to complain miserably, twisting his body in the air with excitement, like a caterpillar, and a particularly dry one at that.

"Damn it!" The lord kicked the pillar that was as thick as a man could hug. The thick Roman column broke into pieces in an instant and flew backwards like tofu.

Everyone present couldn't help but shudder. If they were kicked like this, would they still be able to get up?

Sam, who lost his support, fell down and was caught by several barbarians.

"Who beat up my people and said I was a sell-out baron? Chop the bastard up with the fork!"

(End of this chapter)