Chapter 510 8.29 Heath Joins the Team (2) The Monthly Tickets Have Doubled in the Past Few Days, Thank You Brothers for Your Monthly Tickets

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". There is even a simple illustration drawn with a quill 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. With his warm smile and kind expression, everything about him 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 old 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, and 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 who comes 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.

This is a blessing for prostitutes to fill the gap.

Moreover, when they die through "burial", their families can also share a huge bounty.

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

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

"My client is a big man with all-powerful hands and eyes. He knows many outsiders and has contacted the 'River Styx Priest' to perform the burial ceremony for him after his death a few years ago."

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

"The mistake of this journey happened to me. Two women are about to die. They delayed a little time when they returned to their hometown to visit. When I finally arrived in Memphis, the River Styx Priest who was originally responsible for picking me up had already left."

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

Brother Hash, you also know that those high-ranking big men are not something you and I can disobey.

I took their money but didn't get the job done. I don't dare to return to Constantinople!

But then again, without the guidance of the 'River Styx Priest', I don't dare to enter the Black Desert without permission!

I happened to hear about your caravan entering the town when I was drinking last night.

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

I can pay you!

As long as you send us to the Temple of Anubis, you don't have to worry about the rest!

??Thanks to these 10 friends who followed me. Although I don't know why I insist on doing this, you have given me a lot of motivation.

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