Chapter 126 Contempt (Part 2)



Chapter 126 Contempt (Part 2)

I looked down and saw that the hands holding my arms were women's hands, although they were a little rough. But it was not easy to find a path to pass through the crowded crowd. I looked up along the white arms and saw a woman's profile.

This woman only let me see her profile, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes showed her age, she was not young, she did not look at me. But it was probably a professional habit, seeing every guest coming in, they would actively pull them in, whether they wanted to or not, these women always had a way to make their guests feel embarrassed.

"Dear sir, I don't know what kind of girl you like?"

She asked the question without even turning her head. I even began to doubt whether this old woman had even looked at me. Maybe she still couldn't see my face clearly.

"Oh, sorry, I'm here to see someone."

My stomach growled again, and I quickly reached out to refuse. It wasn't that I had to imitate those true chivalrous heroes who didn't care about women, but I was eager to find Andrew and find some food to fill my already empty stomach. Hunger made it difficult for me to think about other things. I was too hungry. As the ancient Roman philosopher said, the stomach doesn't listen to advice. Before the most basic desire of filling the stomach is satisfied, everything else can be ignored.

After hearing my refusal, the old woman turned around with a surprised expression. I think she finally saw me clearly.

The old woman looked at me and the smile on her face froze. Instead, an inexplicable expression of disgust emerged on her face.

"Romans!"

I don't know why, but just because he saw my face and understood who I was, his attitude changed 180 degrees naturally.

"What is it, ma'am?"

I couldn't understand her sudden change of expression. She was a Roman woman, and I was also a Roman. Why did her attitude towards others differ from mine? I quickly stretched out my hand to show her that I hadn't done anything wrong, and I hadn't even touched her. Why did she look at me like that?

The old woman snorted coldly, shook off my arm without saying a word, and clapped her hands, muttering, "What bad luck!" Hey, it was you who held my arm at that time.

Now, no matter how much I try to defend myself, it will be useless. I really don't understand what's wrong with this old woman. Why does she change her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book? "Madam, please tell me, where did I offend you?"

After all, I was a newcomer and didn't know the rules here, which was inevitable. But I dared to ask questions because I wanted to know if I did something wrong or if this old woman just didn't like my sarcastic face?

The old woman snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at me. She was so arrogant that the whites of her eyes were almost the same color as the makeup on her face. She turned around and saw a group of scantily clad people in front of her, teasing the barbarians sitting in the seats with their eyes from time to time. I really don't know where these stinky guys are attractive? Vitality? What's more worth mentioning is that most of these girls are women of Roman descent, and some are Germanic. Unlike the other side of the town, they look plump, beautiful, and frivolous.

"Okay girls, look here."

The old woman clapped her hands at them until the young girls put away their frivolous gazes and turned their attention to the old woman.

"Girls, here comes a Roman."

The old woman put her hand on my shoulder and pointed back at me, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Oh, Romans!"

Not only the old woman, but also the girls who were paid to do the work covered their mouths in surprise, as if they had heard something incredible. But why, their faces were the same as that of the old woman, staring at me with ugly expressions, as if I was covered with slugs. They couldn't help but take two steps back. Is it really my problem?

"Oh my god, there are Romans!"

"Oh, look at him, he's disgusting."

Facing the whispered sarcasm of these women, I held back and gritted my teeth. The actions of these women had deeply hurt me, and I couldn't say anything. They were women. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and tried to stay away from them to find Andrew.

"Hey, Romans!"

At this time, the old woman stopped me from behind. What else did she want to say? Was she admitting her fault? I turned around and saw her arrogant face again. It was obvious that she had no intention of apologizing for her rude behavior. She held her head high, as if I deserved to be treated this way.

"I just can't understand why you are so prejudiced against me."

I really can't stand being treated like this by these women, but I still try to keep calm.

"Roman, you are not welcome here, please go out."

This woman was so arrogant that I couldn't believe what she said.

"What? Isn't this Roman territory?"

"Romans? Ha!"

The old woman even laughed in a disdainful tone. She held her head high, almost snorting at me, and said, "Even if this is Roman territory and even if it was built by the Romans, you have no right to come in to eat and drink, or even stay here, let alone come and play with our girls."

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As the old woman spoke, the girls behind her responded and twisted their bodies, acting very proud.

"The Romans are all wimps! They'll just run away."

A girl spoke, and if she hadn't used those dirty words, her voice would have been the most beautiful I had ever heard, like a silver bell.

"Yes! How can those languid men of Rome be a match for women like us?"

Another Roman girl, shamelessly exposing her upper body, lazily lying on the shoulders of a blond strong man, and not forgetting to stroke the barbarian's sloppy beard. I really don't know where the charm is? "How is it, are you comfortable?"

The barbarian excitedly caressed the Roman girl's breasts. She did not resist at all and was actually addicted to it. She did not forget to ask the wanton barbarian in a gentle tone.

"You are my hero, much better than those Roman men, they are not worthy of our beauty."

She actually said such a thing, and I suddenly felt like I was punched hard in the stomach.

"Roman men are not worthy of Roman women, Roman men are not worthy of Roman women, Roman men are not worthy of Roman women!"

These words came into my ears over and over again, like vicious curses, and my heart seemed to be grabbed and squeezed by a huge and powerful hand. The suffocating pain made me almost unable to stand, and what I saw was the young Roman girls enjoying themselves and letting the dirty barbarians defile them at will, and laughing shamelessly.

"Why! Why do Roman men sound so bad in your mouths?"

I covered my chest, the pain made me almost unable to see the scene in front of me. I seemed to see a sword. Yes, I needed a sword, a sword that could kill all these hateful people! I reached forward and grabbed it, but there was nothing but air!

(End of this chapter)


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