Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 707: High-end ale
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After entering the tavern, he was left alone, and then he watched a scene of a poor daughter raising a drunk father and a gang debt collection scene by Locke. He was a little bit novel and sympathetic to the civilian life that took place at the bottom of Evra City.
Memila is naturally sympathetic to him. Although Memela and her Uncle Kraun, as well as the gangster Wally outside the door, talk very quietly, but this voice did not escape Locke. ear.
In terms of status, Locke’s current strength is enough to make him comparable to the most noble person in the Fussen Kingdom, but in the face of the misfortune of these low-level civilians, his most sensible approach is to sit on the sidelines.
I don't know how many ordinary people like Memira are still in this world. There are millions of civilians at the bottom of the Fusen Kingdom. How could Locke take care of them all.
Moreover, Locke has no obligation to help them.
The blood on his hands may fill up the city of Evra. Locke is not a bad guy, he is an executioner.
"Dear guest, what kind of wine do you need?" Amy La Nuonuo's voice came. This is the peculiar softness of a 13-year-old girl.
The owner of this rose flower tavern is very good at doing business. The staff selected are all underage girls under the age of 15. The fragrance and vitality of the girls not only raise the level of the tavern, but the cost is not much, but also Can attract many repeat customers.
But if these customers want to do things like buying and selling, and bully these girls, the thugs raised by the boss at a high price are not for dry food.
Of course, there are two or three exceptions.
One kind is the nobles. Sometimes it is a blessing for ordinary girls to force them to accept civilian girls, because they don't need to run around and work hard for life from now on.
One type is a wealthy businessman. One husband and three concubines are allowed under the laws of the Kingdom of Fussen. If you have enough money, it is not a rare thing to marry more wives and concubines.
The last type is adventurers, especially those with extraordinary powers. Whether it is a strong fighting spirit or a magical summoning technique, in the civilian circle of Evra City, it is everyone’s after-dinner talk. . The thugs raised by the boss can't beat the adventurers with extraordinary powers.
Memila’s voice is very good, which is due to her true nature, and she also specializes in it. After so many years of working in the tavern, Amela has already become a qualified waiter.
Sometimes a pleasant voice is also a kind of enjoyment. What Locke said is not quite understanding how experienced Ashale is to experience ordinary people's life, but what he actually feels is another matter.
Don't mention anything else, at least, apart from the sound, Amy La looks more in line with Locke's aesthetic.
"Huh? Do you have ale here?" Locke looked at the menu in surprise.
People in various countries on the East Coast like to drink rum. Although this type of wine has a higher degree of alcohol, Locke still prefers full-bodied long-bodied ale.
In other words, Locke is more accustomed to drinking ale. This is his hobby that has not changed for so many years from ordinary soldiers of the Faustan Kingdom.
"Yes, our store's ale brewing technology was imported from the southern kingdom of Perses, and it is very popular with adventurers in the past." Memira replied.
Locke’s clothes don’t look like nobles and wealthy merchants, but his body exudes a kind of aura, a kind of aura that scares Memira and makes her involuntarily worship, in those adventurers before. Memira has never felt it.
Could it be...Memira felt a little excited in her heart.
The wine that Locke ordered is the most common ale in this shop, but there are several grades of ale. For example, Mamilla’s father drank the cheapest one before, a cup of seven copper coins.
Under Memira’s subconscious cognition, Locke chose the two most expensive ale in our shop.
"For these two kinds of bars, two bottles of each, let me taste the difference." Locke said.
Customers who drink in a pub often count by the cup. Locke asks for four bottles when he comes up. Not only Memira was dumbfounded, but even the customers who heard Locke's voice around him looked to Locke curiously.
The person who has drunk can't control his hands and mouth. The situation now is that there are already a few men who are almost drunk, ready to laugh at Locke.
It is the adventurers who are known for their bravery, and there are few ruthless people who drink four bottles of ale at once, let alone the two highest-grade ale in this store.
But these guys who are about to speak badly, when they reach their mouths, they are like drakes pinching their throats. They opened their mouths for a long time but couldn't say a word. Instead, their faces turned red, which was scared.
There is no need for Locke to do other means, just a simple release of a little coercion is enough to shock the group of drunks not daring to move.
Locke's control of power has become more and more sophisticated, especially when he was in the Roland family in Crimea, his ability to balance ice and fire elements made him more sensitive.
The imposing coercion was only aimed at those drunks who wanted to taunt Locke around, and other customers who sat further away were not affected, so the Rose Flower Tavern still seemed normal at this time.
A thick layer of alcoholic sweat soaked the clothes, and several alcoholics who had been intimidated by Locke suddenly awakened from their drunken state, regardless of the unfinished wine on the table, all in a panic. After paying the money, he left the tavern.
The coercion of a land knight, even if it is less than 1%, is not something that ordinary people can resist. Now the shameless Locke is in their eyes the existence of a prehistoric beast.
Memira was a little strange to the customers who left at the checkout. She didn't attribute the problem to Locke. She didn't even know that Locke had just punished a few people who wanted to say bad things to him.
Out of professional ethics, Memira has always been very attentive to this kind of ‘big customer’, and those who can afford the most expensive wine naturally don’t care about the tip.
"Do you need anything else? If you just drink, so many bottles will make your appetite very uncomfortable." Memira said softly.
On the surface, she said that, but she didn't care how many bottles Locke could drink. Four bottles of the most high-end ale, her contribution looks like 20 copper coins after consumption. This time, the food for the next three days and Dad will be lost, so there is no need to ask the fat man in the back kitchen.
"Well... give me a plate of peanuts and then a plate of rabbit meat." Locke said.
Obviously the wine is very high-end, but the side dishes are not so good, which makes Memira a bit strange, but she doesn't ask herself what she shouldn't ask. After putting away the menu, she respectfully went to get something for Locke.
"Memela, you earned it this time." At the counter, Memela's good sister Ruby said.