Blood Throne

Chapter 22 James Bell

After night fell, the city became deserted.

On the contrary, some of the streets became even more lively.

The entire street was filled with magic stone lamps. The color of the lights was very enchanting, mainly pink. This was Lanceton's red-light district, Rose Street.

In this alley, there were many bars.

They were not just a place for drinking, but more like a huge salon. Countless hostesses moved around in the bar. Most of them were young and beautiful, contending in their beauty and fascination with gorgeous clothes. They were like flowers in spring.

The Highlander Bar.

The so-called Highlander was also known as another name of the Slavians.

More than two thousand years ago, the barbaric Highlanders rode canoes and swept down from the northern wilderness. Franka Empire's north region was ruled by these people for a period. Later, those Highlanders intermarried with the local people. Now, the Franka Empire Louis Dynasty also had some of the blood of the Highlanders.

Therefore, the people from the North in Franka Empire mostly had blonde hair and blue eyes.

These were all characteristics of the Slavians.

Therefore, the people from the North and the people from the South in Franka Empire were like two different races. The former had blonde hair, blue eyes, and they were tall. While the latter had black hair and black eyes with some characteristics of the Arnhem people in the South.

The battle between the North and South was also frequent in Franka Empire.

In the eyes of the Northern people from the capital, all the people from the South were country bumpkins, so, they called the South the Outer Province arrogantly.

In the entire Rose Street, the Highlander Bar was relatively low level. Not only could it not be compared to the Moulin Rouge, which was said that the nobles visited frequently, it was also incomparable to the large and medium-sized bars which were popular among the gentlemen.

Most of the people entering and leaving this place were sailors and g**g members.

The g**g members were responsible for the security of Rose Street.

That was right. Compared to the police, the g**g members cared more about the security of Rose Street. After all, every bar had to pay the regulations fees to them. Even the Moulin Rouge was no exception. Yes, Moulin Rouge had a deep background and was not afraid of the so-called gangs. The reason why they paid some fees was just to avoid some trouble. After all, it was more or less inconvenient to hit flies with a big hammer.

It was also impossible for g**g members to linger on the streets. In that case, some customers who were afraid of trouble would not come.

However, there was a problem.

If there was trouble, the g**g members had to rush over immediately to solve the problem.

Thus, there was the Highlander Bar.

The gangsters stayed in the bar. When there was nothing to do, they would drink, chat, gamble, and flirt with the waitress. Once something happened, they would rush out immediately when they received the news and solve the trouble.

The reason why the name of the bar was called Highlander Bar was actually unrelated to the Highlanders.

That was the nickname of the boss of the Black g**g who was in charge of managing this street. This guy called Baker was extremely ferocious. Moreover, it was said that his combat strength was amazing. He himself could beat dozens of strong men, so he had such a nickname.

Ryan's second cousin, James Bell, was a part-time bartender muddling in the Highlander Bar.

In front of a wooden table, James was talking happily. Opposite him, a guy was holding a glass. Obviously, he did not listen to James. His attention was on the buttocks of the waitress in a short skirt.

James looked very similar to Ronzo Bell. The only difference was that he did not have the hook nose. He was not as pretentious as Ronzo. He did not pretend to be serious.

He looked happy and carefree, with a frivolous expression carved on his face.

Live for the moment!

This was James' life motto.

Of course, as a member of the Bell family, this guy also had an innate cunning, which was revealed from his constantly turning eyes as he spoke.

Ryan appeared in front of him with his cane.

After a while, James found Ryan. He immediately dropped his companion, tilted his head, and looked at Ryan from head to toe. He revealed an exaggerated smile and tutted.

"Who is this? Young gentleman."

Ryan was wearing a top hat and a pair of black trousers. The tailoring was very appropriate. There was a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. On his upper body were three sets, a white shirt, a grey vest, and a black coat. The collar of his shirt was tied with a collar clip. He wore a black silk top hat and held a beautiful cane in his hand. It was about one meter long and looked expensive.

Just two or three hours ago, this suit that was worth more than a dozen Louis was still hanging in a tailor shop.

"Lil' Ryan, you still sign that contract, right?"

James jumped off the high stool and punched Ryan on the shoulder.

Ryan took half a step back. Although James' fist hit his shoulder. In fact, there was no strength at all.

He smiled shyly and shook his head.

"You don't want to live anymore?"

James' eyes widened.

Without waiting for Ryan to reply, he continued to speak.

"Let's talk after we get out. It is too noisy here!"

Not long later, the two of them walked out of the Highlander Bar.

Along the way, James kept greeting people. These people didn't look like good people. Their expressions were fierce, which could tell others that they were gangsters. For James' greeting, one or two of these people nodded occasionally. That could be considered as a response, but most of them were indifferent and completely ignored him. They didn't care about someone like him at all.

In fact, James was not a formal member of the Highlanders' g**g. He could only be regarded as a peripheral member. After being in the g**g for so many years, what he was most proud of was that he had once talked to the boss of the Highlanders, Baker.

He adjusted a glass of wine for that boss and said, "Enjoy your cocktail."

Boss Baker nodded at him.

This was the first version he had bragged to Ryan.

He had told Ryan about this several times, and the content of each time was different. At first, Boss Baker just nodded, but later, it became that Boss Baker kindly put his arm around his shoulder and said, "I think highly of you."

He was a guy who liked to brag and treated bragging as reality in his fantasy.

"Did something good happen to you?"

James kept sizing up Ryan, his eyes were full of envy.

"If there are any benefits, don't forget me!"

"I found a new job. The monthly salary is relatively high, but the manager asked us to dress neatly and clean. He also specially sent us a fee for clothing. I'm chintzy and happy to spend the money!"

Ryan pursed his lips and said.

"What job? You don't work in Williams?"

James was surprised.

"It's a long story. Let's talk about it when we have time... By the way, where are the things my mother left behind?"

"Oh!"

James paused for a moment and blinked. His eyes moved away from Ryan and fell on the corner of the street. After unconsciously turning back, he sniffed and said.

"A few months ago, it was raining heavily and water entered the basement. Those things were taken out of the basement along with other miscellaneous items. Now, they are in a rented warehouse."