Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 6: Lessons
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Locke followed Uncle Yorkiak downstairs, and at the corner of the stairs, he saw the beautiful lady boss at the front desk. The lady proprietor who was doing the calculation was bent over on the counter. From Locke’s angle, she could just see the white and greasy face on the lady’s chest, and the lady proprietor who was doing the calculation was full of intellectual beauty. Locke was dumbfounded and almost slipped and rolled off. stairs.
At this time, it was almost evening, and the sky was dyed red by the sunset, and orange-red light came in through the bar curtain. There are not many big soldiers in the bar who are still drinking. Except for Locke and his team who are still waiting for Locke, there are only a few people left in twos and threes. After Uncle Yoshak went downstairs, he first greeted the soldiers who were still in the bar, "Boys, it's almost dinner time, I'm going back to camp, don't be greedy." The remaining soldiers in the bar responded respectfully. After a sound, Uncle Yoshak turned his head and nodded to himself, and left first.
Uncle Yoshak was sent out of the bar, and Locke came back to see his men. These guys are about the same age as him or even younger than him. They drink much worse than him. Apart from Hans and Kane, they can still be alive and well. Yes, the rest of Yad, Phil and others obviously drank a bit high, their faces were flushed, lying on the table and murmured something. There were only two or three empty glasses in front of each of them, which was about the same amount as the bottle that Locke and Yoshak drank upstairs. However, they drink a lower grade than Locke, just ordinary iced ale. Of course, except for the first cup requested by Locke, the rest should be his own pocket.
"You guys, if you can't drink enough to give me so much, don't you sincerely trouble me?" Locke grinned and cursed at the men lying in the corner of the tavern. In fact, they usually drink by themselves and drink two glasses when they are rich. Today, because Locke and Yoshak have been talking a little longer, they couldn’t help themselves spending money for another drink or two. That's it.
After drinking, everyone was even less restrained by his loyal team leader. He ignored Locke's laughter and scolding, and he kept lying there and staring. Kane and Hans, these two guys, are even going to force Locke down from his seat, and they are going to order two more glasses. "Captain, what do you mean by a treat today, you haven't had a drink with the brothers? Sit down quickly, let's have two drinks." Kane said to Locke.
"Stop talking, do you think these guys can still drink? If you drink it again tonight, can you go back to camp? Quickly pull them and let them sober up! Otherwise, there will be no food to eat later." Waved his hand, "Today is my problem. I've been talking about it for a long time, so let everyone hang out here and ask everyone to have a drink another day!"
Speaking of this, Locke's men were not without winks, most of them stood up rigidly, Kane and Hans also went to pull the unsupported person and prepared to leave. At this time the sky was getting dark, and there were no more soldiers drinking in the tavern except Locke in the corner.
At this moment, a group of about 15, 6 people walked into a row from outside the pub, a young man with ragged clothes and a yellow complexion. It should be the remaining residents of the town. Locke looked at it immobilely. This group of uninvited guests walked in aggressively. The middle-aged man in the lead was just about to say something. He suddenly saw Locke and the others in the corner. The standard army costume revealed Locke and the others. The leader's complexion changed and he quickly held back his words. Observing the group of soldiers squintingly and in awe. The group of people he led suddenly quieted down from the noisy voices, but also slightly restrained and motionless.
Locke is obviously not interested in the sudden appearance of the poor in this town, he greets his men to leave. Before leaving, he went to the lady boss at the counter and settled today's account. 10 cups of ordinary ale cost 10 copper dellers, plus two bottles of higher quality ales are also 10 copper dellers, which adds up to a total of 20 copper dellers. ,Good deal. Locke took out his wallet, took out 20 of them, and took a picture of it to the front desk of the bar.
Locke heard the sound of swallowing in his throat, which was made by the rags of poor people. Locke observed that they dared not look at their purses, but stared at the money at the front desk of the bar and swallowed their saliva. 20 Tong Dele is a lot of money here. This bar seems to be very prosperous today, with a total of 30 or 40 people. However, don’t be fooled by this superficial phenomenon. Most people here sit and sit for an afternoon. They don’t As lucky as Locke's men, there is a captain who invites himself to drink, and they all consume it by themselves. How much money can you expect from this group of mostly third-class soldiers and servants? They usually only come for a drink, but rely on it to pass the time by bragging.
The normal daily profit of this bar is estimated to be more than 30 copper dellers. Even when the business is not good, only more than 20 are possible. In other words, the money Locke took was almost close to the bar's daily turnover.
The lady boss first glanced at the middle-aged man who led a group of people in a little fear, and then saw Locke coming up to check out, she smiled flatteringly at Locke, and said to him that she was welcome to come again next time. Locke nodded, glanced at these slightly cramped people, and beckoned his men to walk out of the tavern.
However, as soon as I walked out of the tavern, there was a faint voice in the tavern with a murmur of Charlowe's accent, and the sound of a woman crying and begging. Locke looked back, and saw that four or five of the poor people blocked the entrance of the tavern so that no one could see what was inside. Locke was stunned, he wanted to see what the group was going to do. Locke looked at the shabby-clothed Charlotte poor people blocking the door. These dark-faced and skinny poor people actually blocked his sight. Although they did not disrespect him, they dared to block his sight, and Locke was angry. Up. Under Locke's increasingly sharp gaze, these gatekeepers could no longer resist, and they withdrew their bodies fearfully, revealing a crack that could be seen inside.
I saw a slightly strong poor charlotte in the tavern grabbing a package from the tavern proprietress. The tavern proprietress cried and said to the leading middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was indifferent. A malnourished boy was holding a few copper Deleks in his hands, counting excitedly. This is the money he just paid for the wine, Locke thought.
"What are you doing!" Locke suddenly shouted coldly. The slightly noisy voice in the tavern suddenly fell silent. Locke's men, who hadn't walked a few steps outside the tavern, also heard the sound of bad heads, turned their heads and walked back. Although they were drunk, they were also soldiers. They were sober for the first time. They followed the boss's gaze and looked in. The soldiers who understood in their hearts began to gear up. This is the rhythm to teach others.
The original cry of the beautiful lady boss also stopped, and she looked at the officer of the Faustan Kingdom with a hint of manhood outside the tavern. She knows Locke. It is said that this is a small officer with background and strength. He has come to her and drank a few times. He is different from the rough and flowery general soldiers. He is an easygoing and temperament man. The beautiful boss has a very good impression of Locke. Is he going to help me? Xia Qian, the glamorous boss, suddenly looked forward to her heart.
"My lord, this is something within our Giza town. Are you okay?" Maybe it was shocked by Locke's cold voice, or the surrounding soldiers of the Faustan Kingdom put too much pressure , The leading middle-aged man had to ask after being silent for a while.
Locke squinted and let out a cold gaze, and slowly walked into the tavern. His men followed. Kane and Hans gave the few poor people who were still guarding the door of the tavern a kick to get them out of the way. A wailing sound sounded. Locke walked to the front desk next to the poor Shirelo who was grabbing the package with the beautiful proprietress. Locke's height of 1.75 meters gave this slightly rickety, malnourished fellow who was only 1.7 meters tall. He was in a stalemate with the proprietress. Suddenly, his hand shivered and released, and the package was pulled open instantly, "Wow", the sound of a piece of copper coin falling, there are estimated to be thirty, and a few slightly wide underwear and clothes, um, it should be this The charming lady boss.
"Pop", Locke slapped the guy who snatched the package of the proprietress first, and slapped him straight out, then slowly turned around and looked at the middleman who had led a group of poor Shirero. Young man. "My lord, you..." What else did the middle-aged man want to say, "pop", another slap in the face, Locke is not soft, but this middle-aged man still has some strength, and he did not get out like the previous one. , But was pulled out a few teeth by Locke, bent over to cover his face. These two slaps seemed to be a signal. The brothers of Locke rolled up their sleeves and taught the group of people in the tavern a vivid lesson. Yard kicked the young man who was holding a few copper Dele next to him. On the contrary, Hans lifted the two thin guys like a brown bear, and the two of them were in close contact with each other. Kane slapped wildly at the poor Charlottes in the two taverns, and slapped them from start to finish. He was learning Locke. Even Phil was pulling a man about his age to a black tiger and digging his heart. The rest of the people were doing a good job of beating the mobs in the tavern to cry for father and mother.