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After testing the musket, Roland had greater confidence in dealing with the upcoming Demonic Moon. The only shortcoming was the production problem, but this could not be solved in a short time. Even if he had a high-precision automated machine tool-Anna, he couldn't really use Anna as a machine. She was still a girl under 18 years old, but now she could only work hard all day for his ideals, and even exposed her naked body in front of a group of men in order to catch up with the cement consumption of the project! Roland had already heard Carter's report on this matter, and he felt deeply ashamed of Anna's awareness.
Fortunately, the output of cement has been sufficient so far, and Anna is also responsible for the production of various parts of steam engines and muskets. This is a delicate job that can only be done by Anna bit by bit. Nightingale is learning how to make it beside Anna. Although there are drawings, it is still necessary to see the real objects before teaching other sisters better.
At this time, only Carter is with Roland. After a series of things in the border town are proceeding in an orderly manner, Roland finds that this manager has become the most idle person, so he plans to take this opportunity to inspect the situation of the entire border town.
After spending a whole day, giving priority to inspecting important mining areas, city walls, docks, training grounds and other places, it was dark and Roland came to the center of the border town.
In this era, a border town with a population of more than 2,000 is not small, but everyone's life is obvious to all. Because of the special environment of Border Town, the main source of income for the town residents comes mostly from the mines. Food, clothing, salt and other necessities of life are obtained through trade with Changge Fortress. However, this year Roland changed his trading partners to other towns such as Willow Town, and with the support of his own small treasury, the economic situation of the entire Border Town is still relatively good.
In the center of the town, there are clothing stores, blacksmith shops, taverns or several small food restaurants, all of which are opened by craftsmen passed down from generation to generation, except for the tavern.
"Iris? Is the name of this tavern Iris? It's a nice name, but it doesn't sound like something a local can come up with," Roland said.
"Yes, Your Highness. Because the entire Border Town relies on ore as its main source of income, miners have higher incomes than farmers in other places who just grow crops. Moreover, they cannot dig after dark. Therefore, a small noble family in Longsong Fortress saw the business opportunity and opened a tavern called Iris in Border Town, so that miners who have nothing to do at night can come here to drink and consume." Carter slowly told the information he had investigated before.
"However, in fact, in addition to selling alcohol, Iris also provided other special services before."
"Special services? Could it be the flesh trade?" Roland was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there was a brothel in this small border town.
Carter showed a helpless smile.
"Yes, after all, they are all strong men, especially after drinking, they inevitably need to vent. The name of Iris is directly taken from the name of the Iris brothel in Changsong Fortress."
"Uh, it turns out that Iris is a brothel itself." Roland's mind triggered some memories again. He seemed to have been to that brothel. The quality of the prostitutes seemed to be pretty good, with both fat and thin.
"When Iris first opened, it brought several prostitutes from Iris in Changsong Fortress to fill the scene. The women in this small place are not as beautiful as the women in big towns, and they are well maintained. There were many people who came at that time, but most of them just wanted to see it. After all, the fee is expensive, and only a few people are willing to spend this money."
That's not necessarily true. Roland's mind appeared Anna's face. Although the magic power did add to the beauty of the witch, in Roland's opinion, the fresh and innocent look of the civilian girl was also very good.
"What happened next?"
"All the prostitutes from Changge Fortress left. They couldn't make money and the environment was bad. They went back after just a few months. Now Iris' main business is selling wine." Carter lowered his voice. "But I heard that there are still people providing services, but they are all local girls. In order to reduce costs, the maids of Iris are all locals. If you want to make extra income because of 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 civilians were struggling for survival. They just sold their bodies. When the disaster year came, the moral bottom line and the legal system were all turned into waste paper. There were many people who exchanged their children for food. If they just sold their bodies, there was nothing to look down on.
What's more, weren't they the nobles who exploited the civilians? Roland couldn't deny that although he had tried not to ask for a luxurious life experience, those comfortable clothes and delicious snacks were all taken from the common people, not to mention the greedy and extravagant nobles of the entire Graycastle.
Roland knew that he could not fight against the entire class. This was the case in this era. All he could do now was to use the power of witches to greatly improve productivity in order to make the cake bigger and let the lower-class people eat more cake. Unfortunately, Anna's ability was only suitable for developing industry, Nana was just a medical soldier, and Nightingale's ability seemed to be only suitable for fighting at present.
More witches, Roland looked at the Border Town with only a few flames in front of him, this was the future.
He had already laid enough bait for Nightingale. Whether it was the treatment of the witches or the drawings of the steam engine, combined with his identity as the fourth prince, they all represented a bright future. If the dozens of witches in the Witch Mutual Aid Association could be taken in, then Roland was confident that he could increase the development speed of Border Town several times, as long as they were not all combat witches.
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As the last stop of today's inspection of the border town - the Iris Tavern, Roland deliberately waited until sunset to come back, to see what the tavern of this era is like, 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 in front with a torch dancing in the wind, following the stone-paved road, walking towards the center of the town little by little. With the help of the unextinguished firelight, the surrounding houses made of stone and wood only revealed a rough outline. In this quiet night, occasionally there would be a little female moan coming from the houses next to him. On nights lacking entertainment activities, the people who returned home had to do the human-making exercise.
Noisy sounds came from the front, and Roland knew that he was about to reach the tavern, so he slowed down.
A dark yellow light shone through the window. This was a large two-story wooden house. In order to accommodate more people, the entire tavern was three times longer than an ordinary house. The second floor seemed to be a series of separate rooms. Some were pitch black, while others were brightly lit. Someone flashed by.
The second floor should be used as a room for prostitutes to receive guests.
"Your Highness, we're here," Carter put the torch in his hand aside.
"Be careful to keep a low profile. Let's go in," Roland pulled up his hood and came to the door of the tavern. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. The wooden door made a "creaking" sound, and the noise became louder.
The tavern was only illuminated by torches. The smell of burning mixed with human body odor made Roland couldn't help but cover his nose. At this time, most of the people in the tavern were miners who had just finished work. They drank low-quality beer and boasted loudly about something.
Roland took Carter to an empty corner and sat down. Soon, a young girl with a headscarf on her head, a linen dress and a small apron came over with a wooden tray. It seemed that she was the waitress of the tavern.
"Hello, would you like some beer... Your Highness Roland!" The waitress with freckles on her face recognized Roland's face, covered her mouth in surprise, then looked around and was about to kneel down to salute.
Roland quickly stopped her, he didn't want to be exposed directly.
"Okay, don't say anything, I don't want to be surrounded by a large group of people to salute, I just want to have a glass of beer, okay?" Roland winked at the waitress, then took out a silver wolf and put it on the table.
"This, this, this... this is not good." The waitress's face flushed, and she grabbed her apron with both hands. "One silver wolf is too much, just a few bronze eagles will do."
"The extra is your reward for keeping my secret, okay? By the way, I don't know what to call you?"
"No... it's okay, just call me Cheryl (yes, the maid that the militia Vanna in Chapter 25 wants to marry)."
"Okay, then Miss Cheryl, can you help us get two glasses of beer?"
"Of course, of course, I'll be right there!"
Looking at Cheryl who was leaving quickly, Roland couldn't help but laugh. Cheryl's appearance was just ordinary, but she was young. It seemed that she had been washed and groomed. Maybe she had been in the tavern for a long time, and Roland could smell the aroma of beer on her body.
But thinking of what Carter said before, would Miss Cheryl also provide physical services?
Roland fell into deep thought, because he found that his lower body had involuntarily erected.
In order to divert his attention, Roland listened carefully to the conversations of other people in the tavern.
At this time, most of the drinkers had already drunk their fill and did not notice the two new people who came in. They were all talking loudly. Roland listened for a while. Most of them were talking about how the work was done today, who made a fool of themselves, who got more money because of their excellent performance, and the person who got more money was also present, and said that he would treat everyone to a glass of beer.
Some people were talking about the erotic dreams they had at night. It was probably that they were sleeping and suddenly found a woman licking his penis. When they woke up, they found that they were dreaming and there was no one in the room. When they slept again, they could continue the dream. There was a woman with a good figure riding on him. In the dark, he could feel his penis stirring in a warm, tight honey hole. He ejaculated after a short while. When he woke up again in the morning, he only felt sore in his waist and limbs. But the strange thing was that the feeling of ejaculation was so real, but there was no semen on his pants.
When everyone laughed at him, they also started talking about women.
Some said that they made their wives angry and their wives would not let him touch them, which made everyone laugh.
Some of them talked about which daughter they liked, and said that the daughter was beautiful and had a big butt like a millstone. Everyone laughed obscenely.
Some of them talked about going to Roland's castle to work and saw a naked beauty, and then described how beautiful she was, how big her breasts were, how perky her butt was, and how hairless her pussy was!
When Roland heard it, he knew it was Anna, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Anna herself didn't mind, so he couldn't say anything more. However, when he heard those people commenting on Anna with vulgar words, Roland felt strange in his heart. That strange experience gradually came to his mind, but before Roland could experience it carefully, Cheryl ran over with two glasses of beer, panting.
It's just two glasses of beer, why is it so urgent? Roland thought, but when he looked closely, he found that Cheryl's clothes had changed.
The trousers she was wearing were gone, replaced by a knee-length cloth skirt, revealing her slender calves. The shawl on her shoulders was also taken off, and two buttons on her collar were unbuttoned, revealing her slender collarbone.
Roland also understood that the other party wanted to show him her good side. To put it bluntly, if he could like her, she could turn things around. Even if he didn't like her, if he could have a night of pleasure with her, she could also use her reputation to live a better life, and she wouldn't have to sell meat in this tavern to make a living.
Roland would not look down on her, but he would not let only one person live a good life. He wanted to let all the people live a good life, without worrying about their livelihood, and not fearing that they would freeze to death or starve to death tomorrow. This was what he hoped to do.
"Your Highness, the beer you want may not suit your taste." Cheryl leaned over, first placed a glass of beer in front of Carter, and then slowly placed another glass of beer in front of Roland. The unbuttoned collar revealed a gap under the action of gravity. Roland took a look, and then took another look. In the dim light, he found that Cheryl was not wearing any underwear. Her small chest was completely hidden in his sight, and her light-colored nipples swayed gently as Cheryl moved.
Roland's ambition was easily defeated by the tender breasts of the girl. For some reason, when he remembered that Cheryl was also a part-time prostitute, her attraction to him increased exponentially, and her ordinary face dotted with freckles also became attractive.
"Ahem" Carter coughed dryly a few times. God knows why His Highness Roland ignored the beautiful Miss Anna and ran over to see an ordinary village girl who was also a secret prostitute.
Roland came to his senses, and Cheryl put down her wine glass and stood up. With a red cheek, she turned away a little disappointedly and went to receive other guests.
Roland touched his nose a little embarrassedly, picked up the wooden wine glass and took a sip of beer. The bitter taste mixed with the faint taste of alcohol was hard to describe. However, the current grain production did not allow for large-scale brewing of wine, so he could only drink this inferior wine to survive.
Roland put down his wine glass. In addition to Cheryl, there were two other waiters in the tavern, both young girls. They were moving among the crowd, handing guests glasses of beer from time to time, and the guests also took out the copper eagle from their pockets and put it on the girls' trays.
However, Roland could see the guests' hands occasionally wrapped around the girls' waists, or secretly patted the girls' buttocks after putting down the copper eagle.
Cheryl took another tray of beer to the guests. Because she changed her skirt, there were especially many guests around her. Roland saw many rough hands stuffing the copper eagle into Cheryl's apron pocket and then reaching under her skirt. When Cheryl broke free, her clothes were already messy, so she had to go back to the counter with a red face to tidy them up.
Roland felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that something was wrong. There were many charming scenes in his mind, most of which were scenes of his previous life playing with maids, prostitutes, or exchanging women with other nobles to play with. His lower body was already hard and painful.
No! Something must be wrong! Ever since I entered this tavern, my mind has been acting weird!
With my lustful brain shaking, I suddenly caught a glimpse of silver from the corner of my eye. What is that? Hair?
The silver-haired woman at the back kitchen door seemed to notice Roland's gaze and walked over.