Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 510 29 Heath joins the team (2) Monthly votes are doubled these days, thank you brothers for your monthly votes

"Ghost marriage?"

After walking back to the guest room, the first words Heath said completely shocked Harsh.

"Yes, Master Harsh."

Heath still had Hexi's smile on his face.

"People don't speak secretly. What's more, since your caravan entered the city yesterday, all the merchants in the entire city of Memphis have been chanting your name."

"With my qualifications, I can't hide anything from you."

Harsh nodded and continued to observe the name card in his hand. The famous post is made of wood pulp paper commonly used by Donglu people, and is decorated with fine gold threads around it.

In the center of the name card, Heath Blanccher's name is written in three different languages: "Chinese", "Persian" and "Roman", and there is even a simple illustration drawn with a quill pen next to it.

With just a few strokes, Heath's detailed facial features were meticulously depicted, and even the gentle smile penetrated the back of the paper and was conveyed completely.

Looking at Heath again, Old Hash had put away all his contempt.

A true aristocrat is not a nouveau riche who wears a ring the size of a dove egg on his finger and eats twenty plates of hot and cold dishes at one meal.

They will hide their true wealth in these unknown details.

For example, this famous post on an ordinary occasion.

At first glance, it doesn’t seem unusual, but if you look closely, you will see exquisite ideas everywhere on a palm-sized piece of paper.

He glanced at the gentle young man in front of him, and then looked at the name card in his hand.

Harsh noticed his profession.

“Golden Lily Gentlemen’s Club”

If what I expected was correct, this should be a brothel.

And it was so expensive that I had never heard of it.

The characteristics of his profession determine that "entering and exiting the red light district" is unavoidable for Old Hash. On the one hand, capable subordinates need to "get rewards" from time to time, on the other hand, the red light district is also a good place to discuss certain business.

But with Old Hash's financial resources, the most he could do was go to the "Honeysuckle Street" in the Lower City of Constantinople to find a street girl.

He didn't even want to go into those "pink restaurants" with luxurious decorations and the smell of fragrant powder floating at the door. Throwing the gold coins you have fought for with your life into a woman's belly is an extremely prodigal act.

Not to mention the high-end clubs belonging to top businessmen and senators.

Intuition told Harsh that the Heath Brancher in front of him did not look like a faker. His warm smile, kind expression, and everything he did looked like an unfathomably successful turtle man.

Based on this chapter alone, Harsh has initially believed his identity.

While bowing and saluting, Heath pulled up a chair. Heath took the seat gracefully. After Harsh sat down, he continued to dictate his purpose.

"Three months ago, I received a rather strange business."

"In the last moments of his life, an unnamed congressman was accompanied by two canaries in my shop."

Harsh nodded, and after saying these two words, he became even more convinced that Heath matched the name he submitted.

Only the uneducated madams in "Honeysuckle Street" would call their subordinates "bitch" or "whore".

In the most high-end brothels, the bosses wearing exquisite and thick clothes will never engage in such self-degrading behavior.

"Canary" is indeed a common term for the upper class of the Byzantine Empire.

Club owners spent a lot of manpower and material resources to buy daughters from poor families and train them in various skills from an early age. Regardless of wealth or knowledge and conduct.

They are all worth much more than those country women on Honeysuckle Street.

Naturally, Heath didn't understand what Harsh was thinking, so he continued speaking to himself.

"When he was dying, he asked two women who would accompany him for the rest of his life if they would follow in his footsteps. The two women agreed to his request without hesitation."

"You also know that this kind of profession"

Heath hesitated to speak, and Harsh once again made a gesture of understanding.

As a self-made businessman, Harsh knows what life is like for the people at the bottom.

Prostitutes are a profession that relies on youth.

16-28 years old is the only time limit for this profession. After 28 years old, those with good looks may still be able to continue to stand on Honeysuckle Street, but they will definitely not be able to stay in a high-end club like the "Golden Lily Gentlemen's Club" Go down.

From what Heath said, Old Hash could tell that the two women he was talking about had been with the old guy for quite some time.

The long-term life of fine clothing and fine food made them basically give up the plan of "finding a simple farmer to marry", and it was too hard to go to "Honeysuckle Street" to be an ordinary street girl.

Instead of doing this, it's better to stay the same.

A woman from a poor background can live happily into her twenties and have a man who loves her deeply.

They have earned the best years of their lives.

The two words that prostitutes need most are "status".

In the mortal world, marriages between nobles could never be controlled by oneself. No matter how much he loves the girls in the club, the old congressman can only take them under his wing and give them fine clothes and food.

But no status can be given.

However, "ghost marriage" allows them to have the title of wife and live together in another world for life after life.

It was a blessing for the prostitutes to fill the gap.

What's more, when they die through "burial", their families can receive a huge bounty.

This amount of money is enough to save the brothers and sisters from suffering.

All this sounds completely weird, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not difficult to figure out the logic.

"This client of mine is a big man with great hands and eyes. He knows many alien people, and he had already contacted the 'Styx Priest' a few years ago to perform the burial ceremony after his death."

"As early as three months ago, he had entered the Temple of Anubis."

"The mistake of this trip occurred on my part. Two women were about to pass away. They were delayed a little while when they returned to their hometown to visit. When I finally arrived in Memphis, Styx, who was originally responsible for picking me up, The priest has left."

To be honest, I have stayed in this city for 5 days. If I don’t leave, it will be too late.

Brother Harsh, you also know that those high-ranking big shots are simply not something you and I can disobey.

I didn't dare return to Constantinople after accepting their money but things didn't go well!

But having said that, I wouldn’t dare enter the Black Desert without the guidance of the ‘Priest of the Styx’!

Last night, while I was drinking, I happened to hear that your caravan entered the town.

This morning I immediately got rid of the stable man to introduce me, and I hope you can take me, a few guards and two women under my command.

I can pay you!

Just send us to the Temple of Anubis and you don't have to worry about the rest!

??Thank you to these 10 friends who are pursuing my studies. Although I don’t know how hard I can persist here, you have given me a lot of motivation.

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