Time is spent constantly studying and practicing, and two weeks pass by in a blink of an eye.

Although Xiu Yi's strength has been improved again, the bandits have also undergone complete changes. Now even the most vicious bandits have learned a lot about the complicated and complex etiquette in the lives of the upper class aristocrats.

In the words of the bandits, it is, "If there is a nobleman pretending to be poor now walking past me, he will never be able to hide it from me."

In the subconscious, the habit of learning and using it makes them position everything they have learned on the standard of "a more convenient and more valuable goal for robbery in the future". Bandits are still facing all problems with the robber's thinking pattern.

They are still complete robbers in their hearts.

For this, Xiu Yi didn't care that what he needed was not a real gentleman.

After examining the bandits' progress performance, he felt it was time to plan for the next step.

"Lele." Xiu Yi finished his practice early today.

"Master, do you have any instructions?" The once iron-blooded man, now wearing gold-wired glasses and a decent dress, is practicing the walking posture of a nobleman. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a horizontal flesh like Arnold Schwarzenegger on his face, it would be difficult for anyone to associate him with the vicious bandit two weeks ago.

"I noticed that everyone has made great progress in recent times. At least I can't hear anything they say."

"Yes, we have learned to curse in our hearts." The big man replied angrily.

"This is a good phenomenon...you don't have to tell me the target of the curse." The boy smiled, and a handful of brilliant gold coins appeared in his hand: "Take the money to everyone, this is a reward for their hard work. Each person has thirty golden wits, telling them from today that they will no longer have to learn etiquette and rules. And they can take the money I gave them to go to the nearby town for fun."

Leleyessa simply had no ears to believe in her.

"You... are you saying it true?"

"Are you questioning me?" Xiu Yi Youyou asked. His tone was very calm, but with a hint of coldness.

"Oh, no, Master, I mean..." Releyessa grinned with a handful of money: "You are indeed a very generous master. Brothers will be madly happy to know the news."

"Yes, they will go crazy, because from now on, they can no longer spend money to find girls in the kilns to have fun, can't gamble, can no longer drink bad spirits. They will enjoy life according to the rules I set for them. I mean... enjoy life in the way of a noble."

Leleyessa's eyes were wide open: "What do you mean..."

The boy spread his hands leisurely: "The theory period is over, and now it is the internship period. Don't forget that you are no longer thugs, scumbags, villains, but elegant nobles. Isn't learning just for use? You must know that nobles will never use the inferior means of spending money to solicit prostitution."

"I think I understand what you mean. You mean, my brothers must go and use their sweet words to coax a bitch to theirs, rather than just doing it with money."

"That's right."

“It’s very difficult.”

"That's the question you need to consider. By the way, I would like to remind your brothers not to escape, nor to betray them. You should know that alchemists have too many methods to control others, such as some kind of poison that can lurk in other people's bodies for a long time."

Releyesa's face twitched a few times.

"Then... follow your commands, my wise and kind master. I believe they must be very happy to accept this news." Relejesa bowed gritted his teeth, and he gave a standard salute.

This damn little demon, a vicious wanted criminal, an inhuman perverted boy, he was so bad that he had sores on his head and pus in the soles of his feet! He actually poisoned us!

Looking at Lele's back as he left angrily, a smug smile appeared on Xiuyi's face: "I'm very bad, right? Xu."

Xu nodded desperately. He learned about magic during this period, but he was exhausted.

—As a mountain town, Robin Town has never lacked experience in dealing with robbers.

After the robbers robbed the business trip, they would go to the town to sell some valuables, and then enjoy the money they had obtained. They would drink, fight, make trouble, and finally find a girl in the kiln to vent their extra energy until their boss was taken out of the quilt and returned to their territory to squat again.

This is how the bandits' days go on, and they go on and on until they are caught or killed one day.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions, such as being trained to become a noble.

In any case, there is never a lack of chaos, violence, or a variety of places of pleasure in the town of Robinia.

Simply put, this is a paradise for adventurers.

The Villas Mountains are not the only bandits, Rele. They check and balance each other, and at the same time they help each other and share their voices. As a common paradise, every bandit will work hard to maintain the unique chaos and order in the town of Robinia.

In fact, Robinson Town itself is not one of the list of imperial towns. It is entirely organized by local gangsters, bandits, and robbers for the need to build a stable back garden, and was spontaneously organized by adventurers, local civilians who seek profit and adventure, and some exiled warriors who have nowhere to go. In the process of meeting the needs of bandits, it gradually grew and grew stronger. The sand gathered into a tower and gradually developed into a small town. Therefore, there were no guards of the empire, no mayor, and no walls here. Only the strongest organizations and bandits ran here from time to time to kill dirty, buy drunk, and find girls.

Therefore, the commercial development here is entirely composed of taverns, brothels and shops that purchase stolen goods, while other industries are very few.

Old Bill's "Fighter" tavern is located at the entrance of the town and is the largest tavern in the town.

From the name Fighter, we can analyze that the most outstanding program of the tavern here every day is a group of drunken men fighting each other. They often mess up the tavern and then take out a sum of money to compensate the tavern owner.

Don't worry that the robbers will be liable.

Robin Town has its own rules: Even robbers will not hope that they will lose the qualification to spend here from now on.

Of course, there are really those anxious bandits. As a level 5 warrior, Old Bill doesn't mind teaching these bastards a lesson in himself.

Today, Old Bill sat at the entrance of the town as usual, lying leisurely on his recliner on the sun. This recliner was carved from the seaside woods of the specialty there when the Duke of Bauhinia conquered Detlan in the 16th century. The handle of the recliner was carved with a statue of the sea god sacrificed by Detlan, and the surrounding area was supplemented by exquisite lace.

Three years ago, a businessman tried to transport the recliner to Winlington for a good price, but was robbed by the bandits here.

Then, it became the collection of Old Bill.

He bought it for only ten Jinweits and then lay on it every day to enjoy the beautiful sunshine.

The biggest advantage of dealing with bandits is that they have no vision and do not understand the value of artworks except gold coins.

When the figures of Lele and others gradually appeared at the entrance of the town in the distance, Old Bill was lying on his beloved recliner to bask in the sun. When he saw Lele and the others, Old Bill's eyes almost jumped out of his eye sockets.

The leader, Lele, wore a gold-rimmed glasses, a black velvet vest and a snow-white silk shirt, looked noble and elegant, loose black tweed breeches and a pair of shiny soft-soled horse boots, and a civilization staff in his hand.

Behind him, there were almost all forty-five bandits, all dressed in similar costumes.

"Oh, my god! Nathan! Come here quickly, you stupid boy!" Bill shouted.

A guy rushed out of the tavern: "Boss, is there anything wrong?"

Bill pointed to the entrance of the village: "Look over there, gods, forgive my eyes! Is that Lelejesa?"

The guy followed Bill's hand and looked out of town: "Oh, it seems like that guy. Oh my god, how did they dress like that?"

"Are you sure what you saw the same thing as what I saw?" asked Old Bill.

"I'm very sure, boss. That's Releyessa. Look, the guy next to him is Bass, and that kid still owes me twelve silverwitters. Oh, and Xinjie, my god, their dress is really weird."

"I guess they must have made a fortune." Old Bill muttered: "I haven't heard of any rich caravan passing by recently."

The guy said: "That's all made of good materials, and it's a waste to wear them."

"Look at their walking posture, they really treat themselves as nobles." Old Bill shook his head: "Go quickly, you bastard, take out all the best spirits for me. It looks like they are going to have a big drink today."

"Yes, boss." The guy ran into the tavern.

"Remember to add more water, you guys!"

"I understand the boss!"

When Leleyessa brought his fellow to the Fighter Tavern, Old Bill stood up.

He opened his arms and was about to hug the other person, and shouted, "Oh, Lele, my old friend, I haven't seen you for so many days, and I thought you were captured by the Empire and became a death row prisoner. Look at your body, you must have made a fortune!"

To his surprise, Lelejesa did not welcome his hug. On the contrary, when Bill came to him, Lele took off the hat on his head and made a standard gentlemanly salute: "I'm glad to meet you, my old friend."

This action stagnates Old Bill's hug in mid-air.

"Damn!" Old Bill screamed strangely, his bearded face began to tremble: "What did I see? A gentleman?"

He looked behind Releyessa.

Forty-five bandits bent over at the same time: "I'm glad to see you!"

Bill looked at the group of people in amazement, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth began to twitch: "Oh, my god. I must be dazzled, and there is something wrong with my ears. Could it be that I am really old? Oh, no, no, I just turned 50. What's going on? Are you not Leh? You are his brother?"

Leleyessa replied in a modest tone: "You read that right, Mr. Bill. I am Leleyessa. Leleyessa has no brothers, even if there are, there are my friends behind me. You won't meet forty-six pairs of twins at the same time, right?"

"Ha, you call me sir? Call me you?"

“Yes, if you like.”

"No, I don't like it. What the hell are you doing here? When did you come here and not resist your big sword specifically used to scare people? Did you and your turtle son brothers smash my tavern drunk? When did you, a dirty, savage, vulgar gangster, become so gentle?"

“I’m sorry for this.”

"No, you don't have to be sorry, you have to know that's why I like you. If you don't smash things, I don't make money. I just rely on selling alcohol? That's not enough."

After thinking about it, Old Bill shook his head and said, "Okay, no matter what you do, get out of my pub now. Nathan has prepared your favorite spirits."

The flesh on the face of Rele's face squeezed out a pile of ugly smiles: "In fact, Mr. Bill, we don't drink strong wine this time. If possible, we hope to have some milder ones, such as... fruit wine."

"Fruit Wine?" Bill's eyes protruded again.

"If not, you can have some rum or cocktails. Gentlemen don't drink strong alcohol...even if they drink it, they only rarely."

"Gentleman?" Old Bill almost fell over: "Fuck your fuck gentleman. Lehler, you robbers raised by your bitch, you are a group of barbarians, but now you are standing in front of me to pretend to be gentleman? Oh, my god, this is ridiculous. Lehler, I warn you, don't want to fool me. If you dare to fool me, I will beat you up hard, which may remind you, a bastard, who you are. You are a fucking robber! And you are a robber! You shouldn't wear these damn silk glasses! You should be wearing eye masks! That will make you look more vicious! Are you planning to change the way of robbery, take your people in this outfit to the caravan, and ask them to hand over the money with your words like you and your husband? You perverted guy!"

Old Bill rushed up and took off Reel's glasses, then threw them on the ground and stepped into pieces.

Lehler was not angry at all: "If you don't have one, we can go to another tavern."

Old Bill stared at Reller: "You are really playing so?"

Rele smiled ugly, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth were trembling.

Old Bill finally found something was wrong.

He frowned and looked at Lele's group of people. He realized that all the bandits' expressions seemed to be so strange.

He nodded and said softly, "I understand. I said, "Lell, if you are threatened by someone, you can wink at me."

Lele blinked violently.

Old Bill gasped.

He shouted at the tavern: "Nathan!"

"Yes, boss!" The guy rushed out of the tavern: "All the wine is ready."

Old Bill said in a sinister tone: "Swap out the wine and take out the fruit wine and rum I received a few days ago. Our guests want to be more gentle today."

The guy looked around with a startled look, then looked back at Old Bill. After confirming that he was not joking, he replied with a knot: "But, the boss, the wine has not been mixed with water yet."

"I hate your incompetence!" Old Bill kicked the guy out.
Chapter completed!