"Sir, would you like to meet some elegant and beautiful ladies?"
The Goblin beside him showed a merchant's smile. "With your young nobleman's bearing, many ladies would be very fond of you. Whether they're elves, Catwomen, Tree Demons, or Vampires, your type is exactly what they're looking for in a partner these days."
"I see you drinking here alone. Why not spend this fine night with a lady? Don't waste such a tender, long night."
Roy took a sip of Ale. "I'm not interested in women."
"Er, of course. If you have other tastes, men work too. There are also plenty of neutral options, such as Bone Ancestors, Blood Elves, cactus too..."
The Goblin did not give up. "Mystic Arts Country is a free and open place. As long as you have a need, you can find like-minded people."
Roy set down his wooden mug. "What if I have no money?"
The smile on the other party's face vanished at once. "No money? No money won't do, sir. What's the point of coming out to have fun if you don't have money? Don't make fun of me. If you have money, you're welcome to come find me anytime. Old Ball will arrange everything nice and comfortable for you. If you don't have money, you'd better focus on earning some."
The Goblin's eyes shifted. "That said, would you be interested in a way to make money?"
"For example, accompanying some very rich, noble ladies and playing some interesting games. You could make a fortune in a single night, as long as you win their favor. Maybe from then on, you'll have no worries about food or clothing and enjoy life to the fullest."
Roy told him, "Goblin, go find someone else. I just want to drink in peace."
"I just thought