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eadx ();? "Big brother Ron, come here …" Little Rain waved her small hand and said loudly.

In a place like the Orc Empire, where every inch of land was worth of money, a luxurious two-story residence with a courtyard stood tall. This was a special occasion for Ron as a golden family in the orc empire.

Although Ron wasn't in need of money, he couldn't refuse to have something delivered to his door, and since Ron needed a place to stay himself, he couldn't stay in a hotel for the rest of his life, so he accepted.

With the money and the estate, and the company of a few beautiful maids, Ron was finally able to live with what he thought was the words of a noble.

However, he did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, he felt distressed. What troubled him the most was the endless socializing with the royal family of the Beastmen to attend all sorts of banquets.

Beastmen were good drinkers by nature, and they had to drink during banquets. Now, he almost came back every day drunk, and it was the same for the next ten days. He didn't even have time for his own cultivation.

Well, now we have to go to the party again.

In the large, luxurious room, with the exception of the drizzling rain, Moran and Bagsala were there, busily helping Ron change his clothes.

At this point Ron protested in dissatisfaction. "You don't have to change for this, do you? I was just wearing it at lunch today, and now I have to change it?"

At the moment, Ron was wearing a large white robe with all kinds of strange and messy patterns on it. His shoulders were covered with a fluffy collar, which was said to be the traditional and expensive clothing of the orc race. From a distance, he looked like an orc.

"Of course this is what I want. Tonight, the host of the banquet is the head of the Beastman Emperor, Old Marshal Zhan Feng. He has a lofty position and holds great power in his hands. Although he has already retired, he is still a figure who would shake the Beastman Empire with a stomp of his feet.

As Moran jabbered on and on about the severity of the party, he helped Ron sort out the complicated clothes and accessories.

After the young strong competition, Mo Lan temporarily did not return to the Thorny Flower Tribe, but stayed at Ron's mansion. In fact, she was just taking care of his life, but in reality, she was taking him around to meet some important figures in the Beastman Empire. It had to be said that Mo Lan had great social skills, and her influence in the noble circle in the imperial city was still very great.

In fact, he did not like this kind of life. His alcohol tolerance was not good, and he also hated social gatherings. If he could ask for an appointment, he would rather train alone in the wilderness quietly.

Unlike the clothes taken off by the Beastmen civilians, the traditional clothing of the Gold family was extremely complicated and difficult to wear. The three of them took a long time to get it ready.

Moran tilted his head and scrutinized it for a moment, then smiled in satisfaction and said, "Ah, that's about it. Look! "How handsome …"

As he spoke, he pulled Ron's hand in a circle. Seeing the helpless look on his face, Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, let's go!" Ron was speechless and sighed, thinking that he should drink less today because he was going to be very drunk again.

Ron, Moran, Bagsala, and Little Dot, a total of five, descended the stairs. A carriage was already waiting in the courtyard below.

In the spacious hall, there was currently a luxurious banquet being held. The long square table was filled with food and wine, and countless young and beautiful human female attendants were shuttling inside.

Such banquets were first popular in the human empire, and they flourished in the beastmen empire. Banquets of various sizes had become part of the daily life of the beastmen leadership, and through these banquets, they achieved the goal of social interaction.

By the time Ron, Moran, and the others arrived at the banquet hall, there were already quite a few guests gathered.

Most of them were military dignitaries, and killing one was akin to killing a person with one's hands and walking with the other was filled with the scent of soldiers. Compared to the human empire's annual squadron, the Beastmen army was much stronger.

Bagsala and Raindrops, as well as Kay, appeared at the feast as waiters, and they were also dressed in their holiday attire. "See, is that for sure?" A beastman general standing in a foreign land asked in a low voice. He did not know Ron.

"You don't even know him? Hehe, he's the champion of the tournament. His name is Ron …" Another person explained.

"Young Champion?" How is this possible? Wasn't the young competition always the domain of magical beasts? How could he be the champion? And a human at that? "

"Hehe, he really is the champion of the young strong competition. Many powerful magical beasts have fallen at his hands …" Another orc chuckled.

"So that's how it is!" When the beastman general heard this, he felt deep veneration.

Ron and Moran attracted everyone's attention as soon as they appeared in the banquet hall. They were more interested in Ron's Young Champion status than the Golden Family's.

"Ron, this is Old Marshal Zhan Feng …" Moran smiled and gave a slight bow. Her every move was filled with elegance. She pulled an old orc with her and introduced it to Ron.

"Hehe, so you're Ron. It's my first time meeting you. You're indeed a young hero. There's no need to list it. Your future is limitless …" Old Marshal Zhan Feng smiled amiably as he clinked the cup in his hand with Ron's and drank it all in one gulp.

Ron laughed as well, imitating the old marshal as he finished his wine and then looked at the old marshal quietly. The old marshal stood up straight, exuding an air of an iron-blooded soldier.

"Saint realm expert?" Ron was shocked. This old marshal was someone who was hiding his strength.

Ron's alcohol capacity is low. He downed a cup of wine. Her pale face reddened.

Old Marshal Zhan Feng's gaze was sinister and he saw Ron's distress. Smiling, he said with concern, "Young man, you should eat something later. Don't drink so much wine …"

"Thank you, Marshal!" Ron shot a grateful glance at Old Marshal Zhan Feng.

Old Marshal Zhan Feng laughed heartily. "Young man, there's no need to be so polite. Come visit me at my place when you're free …"

The old marshal extended an invitation, full of appreciation for Ron. He knew more clearly that it was not easy for a human to stand up for them in the orc empire.

"He is a capable person!" Old Marshal Wang thought.

"Niece Moran, accompany Ron well …" The old marshal laughed heartily. "Most of the people here today are my old subordinates. It's fine with me as an old man. Tell Ron to get closer to them, but remember, don't let him drink too much …"

"Yes, Grandpa Zhan Feng …" Mo Lan smiled sweetly and bowed.

Old Marshal Zhan Feng smiled before he left.

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "I told you I wouldn't come. I feel out of place here, I don't even know how to drink. To be honest, I might as well stay in the house and practice …"

Mo Lan laughed, "There's plenty of time for cultivation, but there are some people you have no choice but to know about in the Beastman Empire. You have the title of champion for the most powerful fighters, they will most likely give you some face …"

Ignoring Ron's protest, he pulled Ron toward the other table.

Without waiting for them to come over, a few orc generals had already walked up and started chatting with Moran. There was nothing for Ron to do but drink a few more cups of wine.

… ….

Compared to the daytime, the night in Zuma City, the capital of the Beastman Empire, was a little gloomy. Under the dim light, a figure dressed in white slowly walked over.

She was wearing a hood and her entire body was wrapped in clothes, making it impossible to see her face. However, from her figure, she seemed to be a human girl.

She slowly walked into a tavern. It was a tavern of the lowest quality. The dim light reflected the red chunks of wine that the mercenaries were drinking, along with a turbid and unpleasant smell.

Everyone here were human mercenaries, noble Beastmen would not come to this kind of place.

When this woman walked into the tavern, everyone in the tavern quieted down. What did the appearance of a single woman in the dark night mean that it had triggered the bad thoughts of the human mercenaries.

Seeing the graceful figure of the girl in front of them, although their faces couldn't be seen, it still caused some of the mercenaries to be moved.

The mercenary walked into the room and looked around. After a moment of hesitation, he walked over to the group of mercenaries. There were more than ten of them sitting around a table, drinking until their faces were red.

Seeing the human girl walk over, the mercenaries looked at her with malicious eyes, their eyes filled with naked lust.

At this moment, the leader of the mercenaries stood up and said with a coy smile, "Beautiful lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

As she spoke, she gestured for the seat beside her to be taken.

The eyes of the surrounding human mercenaries all lit up. They sat on their alcohol like bodies, boldly looking at the perfect figure of this woman in front of them.

"Ask around..." The woman's voice was so calm that there was not a trace of emotion in it, "The champion of the young strong battles in the Beastman Empire, where does Ron live?"

The mercenaries looked at each other. In the middle of the night, this woman was actually looking for Ron, the champion of the Young Might Battle Team. Just who was she?

When the mercenaries heard this, they were suddenly enlightened. They all knew all sorts of things, and besides, Ron had been a hot topic lately. How could they not know about this?

"Oh, so you were looking for him …" The leader of the mercenaries said with a smile, "Hehe, Ron won the young strong competition and is highly appreciated by the King of Beasts. He is the pride of all humans …"

"Oh yeah... The Beast Emperor even gave him a mansion. "It's just to the west. We'll reach the end of the road after three or four blocks."

"It's nothing. Let's go drink!" The woman threw down her words coldly, turned around, and walked out of the room.

"This... This isn't a dream, is it... " Those mercenaries stared blankly at the large pile of gold coins … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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