Warriors will die if they charge.

With two bottles of fine wine bought in town square, and Marcus, the red-feathered fighting rooster, he swaggered back to the red-light district.

He shook the bottle full of cheap wine in his hand, and Camilla's grandmother smiled:

"Hello, I had some things to take care of at home just now and didn't have a chance to admire your granddaughter's beauty, but I can see that you are still very charming. Captain Fielding always taught me that women are like grapes for winemaking, the more wrinkles they have, the sweeter they are."

The young man's sincere praise silenced Camilla for a moment, then she let out a low, hoarse laugh, like sandpaper rubbing against a template:

"Young man, you're the first person I've ever seen try to pick up an old woman with grapes. Are you trying to save five silver coins, or are you not even here to see my granddaughter?"

Grandmother glanced at the dark brown bottle of wine in the young man's hand, raised her head, and the wrinkles on her chin lessened a bit: "Walkley wine, you're quite the smooth talker. Let me guess, it only cost 4 copper coins. You can't buy happiness with that little money, young man."

"In fact, it cost nearly three silver coins in total." Marcus's face showed a hint of pain. He had just secretly taken a sip, simply wanting to try what such an expensive wine tasted like.

The result was both sour and astringent, even a third worse than horse urine.

Because sour and astringent wine needs to be bottled, while horse urine only needs to be found where there are horses.

Camilla leaned back in her chair, the last rays of evening light illuminating her pale hair, making her look like a milky-white whale in the dim light.

"Alright, young man, since you're willing to spend money on some cheap wine, you'll surely be willing to help this poor girl, Tira. I see you have some problems with your back; have you been sleeping on mud slabs for too long? Come in and sit down; Tira's bed is very soft."

"Stop talking, ma'am. I have an unreasonable woman in my house who complains all day long. Not only will she not let me sleep in her bed, but she also won't let me go to the pub to play cards. You know, everyone needs a hobby in life. I haven't gotten to touch a woman, and I always lose at cards. It's really driving me crazy." Marcus sighed and continued to recount his bitter experiences over the past two weeks.

He moved a large rock, sat opposite Camilla, uncorked the bottle, and gulped down mouthfuls of sour, astringent horse urine:

"I'm so bitter. What's wrong with this world? Honest men always get bullied. What's wrong with that woman, Cui Xisi? Not only is she picky about food, but she also watches me like I'm a wolf. She covers herself up completely every day. She knows I'm always staring at her big breasts and long legs, but... sigh, sigh."

Camilla moved her chair forward a few inches, her initial disdain for the wine's poor presentation turning into concern:

"Child, I understand. Many immature girls are like this, harboring a cold heart and ignoring men's feelings. You love that girl named Trish, but my Tira loves you too. Tell me what she looks like. If you're willing to spend the money, I can turn Tira into Trish."

"Her..." Marcus raised his head, gazing at his grandmother who was growing larger and larger in his field of vision, and murmured to himself:

"She has long, silvery-white hair like moonlight, blood-red eyes that glow in the night, an oval face, slender eyebrows, a straight nose, and skin that is as white as jade. Especially her long legs and rounded little feet. If I could suffocate her by wearing them on my face, my life would be worth it."

"And another thing, what's the thing you admire most about her?"

"Hmm... Silly? She seems quite aloof, but she actually lacks a sense of security, so she breathes on everyone."

As his grandmother slowly stirred up Marcus's deepest desires, Lawson, seizing the opportunity, swiftly pulled back the tent flap and slipped into Tira's "bedroom."

The scene before him shocked the halfling.

Bathed in the warm, bright yellow magical light, Tira leaned against the bed, her expression gentle, as she listened softly to the guest's low sobs.

Kuran knelt beside the bed, holding the girl's hands in his own, burying his face in the back of his hands, sobbing softly, and saying intermittently:

"My father was sent to the mine when he was twelve years old and suffered from chronic mercury poisoning. By the time I was old enough to understand, he had lost all his teeth, his sleep was shaky, and he would even cry from the pain of urinating. Dr. Pedro said that he was only suffering if he lived on..."

"I... I did something wrong, something I've never told anyone before. I personally put deadly sword frog poison in his medicine, and he immediately smelled the pungent odor..."

Kuran lowered his face, his voice lingering on memories: "He said, Kuran, you're a good boy."

The faint sound of the thief's footsteps startled Kuran, who was confessing his sins to the lovely girl.

He raised his head, a violent crimson gleaming deep within his black pupils, and gazed at Tira, who was smiling on the bed.

"What did you do to me?"

Tira smiled sweetly, lifted the thin veil that partially covered her chest with her hand, and breathed out a fragrant breath: "Gentlemen, would you like to come together?"

-

Outside the tent, Marcus was still pouring out his heart to his understanding grandmother:

"You know, that girl's as stubborn as a mule. I've told her so many times not to poke flies with a dagger, making a room full of fly droppings, but she always complains and blames me for being too stingy, unwilling to buy some insect repellent." He paused, then took a swig of his drink.

"But when I bought the deworming medicine, she complained that the smell was too strong and kept her from sleeping. Sigh, my sweetheart is the one who truly understands me. Oh well, I have five gold coins here, can I use them for the night?"

Camilla's grandmother's eyes twitched. She felt that Marcus had been lying all along. The woman named Trish was not the one he truly longed for. But these words were also true, a heartfelt sigh and helplessness.

Grandmother squinted and smiled as she accepted the gold coins handed to her: "Of course, child, you'll forget all your troubles in no time."

Having said that, she struggled to stand up from the low chair, moved her feet, and walked to the spacious carriage.

Night fell as promised, and in the dimly lit world, only a streak of silvery white, flowing like moonlight, stood out so strikingly.

A stunning woman in a black printed dress strolled through the darkness, her shoulders rounded like pearls, her delicate collarbone forming an elegant curve, her gray-white breasts half-exposed to the air, with a faint hint of purplish-red marks visible in the shadows.

"Marcus..."

Her soft, gentle voice sent a shiver down Marcus's spine, and he stared at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

"Tracy? What are you doing here?"

Trish placed her hand on his shoulder, her rounded nails gently gliding over the fine hairs on his neck, and the alluring look in her scarlet eyes was irresistible.

She buried her head in Marcus's shoulder, her silver teeth gently biting his earlobe. The unsettling softness pressed against his back, and she breathed softly, "Let's find a quiet place."

"Okay." Marcus nodded without hesitation, stood up, and took Trish's hands.

With a charming smile, she suddenly pulled her arm back and hugged Zhuo Er, then slammed her knee forward, hitting her in the stomach with a thud.

Trish looked at the smug man in disbelief, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth: "Why?"

"Hakis only breathes on me, she'd never flirt with me. I'm not a womanizer, you idiot."

Marcus seemed completely out of sync with Camilla, who wanted to satisfy his desires. As long as they tacitly agreed to let the ambiguity continue, he could experience the taste of the beauty he had longed for.

But Marcus only had eyes for that rare card. This guy disguised as Trish was an obstacle preventing him from going all in, and he had to get rid of him.

He released his grip and delivered two vicious elbow strikes to Trish's face, the force so powerful it resounded like drumming, and several bloodied silver teeth fell to the ground.