Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 705: Memira
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"Nice biological core, it seems that you are quite rich. I still want to accept you as a vassal knight, giggle." Jelena covered her mouth with a smile.
Two first-level biological heart cores are used as a ride fee, which is expensive in any way, but the parties did not care about the small amount of money. Anyway, they fought together. These two heart cores should be the witness of their acquaintance. Up.
"Cybers Empire, don't forget!" The floating ship has already flown away, and the air is still echoing with Jelena's voice. This is a low-level magic amplification technique.
Packed his luggage, one was wearing a jet black magic robe, and the other was wearing a light blue armor. The obvious combination of a magician and a knight was on the road again.
"Master Ashar." Locke said suddenly.
"En?" Under the black robe, Ashar took a halt.
"I heard that there are relatively few free knights here. In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, should I declare that I am your vassal knight?" Locke tried to ask.
"..."
"Master Ashar?"
"..."
"You didn't agree, but you gave me a reply." Locke said silently.
"En..."
"Then it is agreed?" Locke asked surely again.
This time Ashar ignored Locke, instead wearing a magic robe, letting the wind blow, walked away.
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The Kingdom of Fussen, a weaker kingdom under the United Kingdom of Jekolo, can refer to the Kingdom of Faustine in the three western islands.
The strongest man in this kingdom is just a second-level summoner. In order to avoid the attention of those in power in the kingdom, Locke and Ashar both restrained their aura and strength in the Kingdom of Fussen, pretending to be Ordinary adventurers.
Evra City, an important capital city in the central part of the Kingdom of Fussen, is the closest large city to the capital, and ranks second in economy among all cities within the Kingdom of Fussen.
The two Locke who entered the city as adventurers were given a temporary residence identity card after paying a silver coin.
"Master, why don't we fly in directly? Also, what can we do in this ordinary city?" Locke in armor asked Ashar in front of him mentally.
"Experiencing ordinary people's life is also a kind of experience, and I also need to add some experimental materials." Ashar said lightly.
In the sphere of influence of the Jekolo United Kingdom, the proper term "magic" rarely appears, and the most frequent one is "summoner".
Evra has the largest number of spellcasters, and is also a summoner. There are only a handful of magic apprentices in other power systems.
"I went to the alchemy shop in the center of the city to buy some materials." Ashar said.
"Then I'll go to the tavern and wait for you." Locke said with his finger to a rose flower tavern on the street.
The brow frowned. Ashar has always hated alcohol, but the wine is Locke's favorite. After such a long time, Ashar and Locke are adapting to each other.
There was no objection. Ashar walked towards the central street of the city. A small amount of alcohol was acceptable for Ashar. The big deal would be to open a magic shield.
The enchanted armor on his body was put away by Locke, and in the eyes of people around him, Locke walked into the tavern.
The high-end items such as demonized armor are relatively rare in Evra City. Many passers-by have speculated that Locke is a powerful high-level servant.
Memira is a 13-year-old ordinary civilian girl in Evra. Her family is in a downturn. Her mother died early. In order to supplement her family, Memira has been working in a tavern since she was nine years old.
There are no relatives in the family, only an old man is left. If that's all, there is no need for Memela's hard work, but it is a pity that Memela's father is an alcoholic.
Standing in front of the door, greeting each guest who enters the tavern with a formulaic smile, this is Memira’s job.
Maybe she inherited the beauty of her deceased mother. Memira's skin was whiter than milk, and although she had a little pimples on her nose, it did not affect Memira's overall appearance.
"Welcome!" Memira said respectfully, bending down, and before she could see the guest's appearance, there was a voice calling her from the tavern behind her.
"Memela, your father was drunk again!" It was Memela's father's drinker, a middle-aged bearded man who disgusted Memela.
In the innermost corner of the tavern, a middle-aged man with brown hair was completely slumped on the wine table, snoring loudly, mixed with the noisy sounds of other guests around, together forming this The'lively' of a bistro.
Next to this middle-aged man, there was a big red beard with a garlic nose, and he was called Memira.
It was too late to pick up the customers at the door and take a seat. After talking to the sisters at the counter, Mamilla hurried over to take care of her.
The smell of alcohol and men's sweat around me was very uncomfortable when Memira first took over this job, but after so many years of persistence, Memira has long been used to it.
"Uncle Kraun, can I trouble you to send my father back?" Memela begged to the beard, who was both Memela's father's drinking friend and her neighbor.
"Hehe, since it was Little Memira's request, Uncle Kraun must do it. It's just that the wine has not been paid yet... and your father is drunk again..." Rubbing his hands and said, his family's situation is better than that of Memira's, but he has never paid for himself for drinking with Memira's father. This is a shrewd bearded man.
Don't need Memira to think about it, she also knows how the bearded father in front of her was fooling around with such an old man. Memira had already given up her life.
"I know that the money for alcohol will be deducted from my wages, but I asked Uncle Kraun to go back and persuade my father that my wages this month is only enough to buy brown bread at home, so don’t let him drink anymore. ..." Mamilla said in a low voice, although this sentence is no different from what Bai said, but Mamilla still hopes that this bearded man can persuade her father.
"Definitely, definitely." The bearded chest slapped straight, "How can I make Memira eat black bread? If Memira wants to, I can come to my house and I will let Miller make potato pancakes for you."
When the beard said this, his arm unnaturally leaned against Mamilla, to be precise, rubbed it against Mamilla's chest.
Working in a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, like a tavern, Memira has never seen any harassment in a few years. After a few losses, she learned to be smart.
The body retreated flexibly, avoiding the bearded salty pigsman, and Memira respectfully said, "Then I will trouble you Uncle Kraun."
Being avoided by Memela, the bearded man was not angry. He was also a little drunk now. He picked up Memela's father next to him and walked staggeringly outside the tavern.