Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 708: Dagger
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"Thank you, Ruby, and thank you Vani!" Memira said sincerely.
With a poor family, she couldn't do anything else to repay her two good friends, so she could only thank her in words from the bottom of her heart.
Locke’s fine wine and food to go with were quickly brought up. There is a rule for drinking in the tavern, that is, drink first and pay the bill. Locke doesn’t look like a person who can’t pay, so he handed it to Locke. After the food, Memira retired respectfully.
"This is for you." Like a conjure, Locke popped a silver coin from his finger and flew into Memira's collar.
A silver coin is not a small amount. Except for the nobles, few people would give this amount of tips.
Is it an aristocrat who hides his identity? Memira looked at Locke with scorching eyes.
Clearly dressed, her face is a bit handsome, her eyebrows are somewhat rigid, her eyes are very energetic, but Memira doesn’t dare to look at those eyes, because at first glance, there is an inexplicable panic in her heart .
It should not be a nobleman. The reason why Memira judged this way comes from Locke's hands. They are a pair of thick and powerful hands. Although they have no calluses, they are definitely not the hands that a nobleman should have.
(When a knight or magician breaks through the first level, the body will be reshaped once. The calluses on Locke’s hands are wiped out along with the hidden injuries on his body when he is promoted to the first level.)
The silver coin passed through Memira's tube top with great precision and landed on the blush. Locke's micromanagement was in place, feeling the coolness of her chest, and Memira's face flushed with shame.
The tavern molesting the maids happens from time to time. The big ones are rare. The small movements of the hands and feet are still constant. Memira has been eaten a lot of tofu, but this is the first time for this'accident' like today. Encountered.
Memira didn't believe anyone could throw silver coins so superbly, she just thought it was an accident.
"Thanks...Thank you..." Memira said softly, clutching her strange chest. Her voice was very small and she was ashamed.
Holding back a smile, Locke nodded.
The little mischief made Locke's mood much better. When he opened the ale bottle on the table, Locke raised his head and drank the small bottle.
Drinking bit by bit is not Locke’s character. When he was in the Kedozi Barracks, a dry cup was his unique style.
"Camp Kedoqi?" Suddenly thinking of his military career, Locke couldn't tell what his mood was at this time.
He is more than 50 years old this year, and he even has a daughter, and he has experienced several different planes. When thinking of some memories of joining the army when he was a teenager, Locke is still mostly melancholy.
After Locke and Hans’s family were taken to the city of Flor, the capital of Faustine, Locke sent someone to take care of them. I think there is no need to worry about anything in the future.
But what Locke recalled at this time was the youthful and vigorous military life at the time, and the brotherly passionate feelings.
Promoted to the second level, the life level is detached again, but there are no brothers who can accompany Locke. The stronger, the more lonely. The only people who can communicate with Locke on an equal basis at this time are probably only those abnormalities. A powerful secondary creature.
The Kingdom of Fussen has only one second-level summoner. Like Asha, Locke doesn't want to attract the attention of local powerhouses too much. They just pass by.
Ashar? Ashar didn't have any interest in communicating with Locke. She was rather boring, and she said very few things to Locke in daily life.
I don't know when Ashar returned after purchasing her experimental materials, and looked outside the tavern. Locke didn't see Ashar.
In the Kingdom of Fussen, there are people who can pose a threat to Ashar. Locke is convinced that there are none, including the second-level summoner. The knowledge of the wizarding system acquired in the Secret Realm of Absen once again gives Ashar's strength. Great progress has been made.
Locke is not worried about the personal safety of this master. Since he hasn't come yet, drink a little more at the bar, accidentally recalling the past by Locke, drinking one cup after another.
I don’t know how long it took, all four bottles of wine were drunk by Locke, and even the food on the table was eaten by him. This thing was not enough for Locker’s teeth, so he pulled his throat. Like other drunkards, Locke yelled "Drink!"
Alcohol is not intoxicating, and everyone is drunk, and the knight Locke, who will not be drunk as much as he can drink, gradually becomes hazy in the memory.
A palm-sized dagger, which was pulled out of the space ring, made of ordinary hematite, and the handle was still the worst linen. This knife carried all the memories of Locke's eight-year barracks.
From the beginning of mastering the good fighting spirit, Locke tried every means to enhance his dagger, but limited by the low material, this dagger has only had a'flame inscription' and a'sen' so far. Bracers', two magic blessings.
These two kinds of magic were added to Locke after Angelina was promoted to the first level. The two spells that only had an apprentice-level magic apprentice level were ridiculous in Locke's hand.
But what Locke focuses on is not the power of this dagger, but the meaning it represents.
"Sister..." Looking at the circle of linen on the hilt, Locke seemed to smell Leah's body scent.
Bottle after bottle, as the sky darkened, more and more empty wine bottles were placed on Locke's table.
"Why can that man drink so much?"
"Who knows? Maybe an adventurer."
"Adventurous?!"
"Not dressed like great summoners, is it a knight?"
"It is possible."
"..."
The noisy sound around gradually raised, which made the body not drunk, but Locke, who was half drunk in his heart, was rather unhappy.
"Hmph!" A cold snort with strong mental power spread, scaring other customers in the tavern and fleeing in a hurry.
Memila and the others, who are the clerk, were also scared enough. Locke's just now was not an ability that ordinary people should have.
"What else do you want to drink?" Memira stepped forward and asked, struggling with fear. Memira was hosting Locke all afternoon.
"Three more bottles of ale." Locke said, glancing at Memira, who was pale.
"Ok...Okay, wait a moment." Memira hurried to the counter to get Locke a drink.
The sky is completely dark, and there are fewer pedestrians walking around the street. The Rose Flower Pub is still shining with the light of candles.
Ashar, dressed in a black robe, walked into the tavern, and at first glance he saw Locke who was full of alcohol over there. There were probably a dozen empty bottles on the table.
"This guy." Ashar's face was a little dark.
"It's time to go, we need to go to the next city of Aimelo to buy the spellcasting materials I need." Ashaer's clear voice came.
With the mental impact of a second-level magician, Locke sobered up most of his wine.
"Well, well, let's go." A trace of cold sweat floated on his forehead, and Locke said hurriedly.
He knew that the smell of alcohol on his body made Ashar very uncomfortable, so he planned to wait until he went out to find a place where there was no one, and then used his vindictiveness to clear himself.
"How much is it?" Locke walked to the counter and asked Memela next to the counter. This little girl had been serving Locke all afternoon.
"One hundred...One hundred and seventy-five silver coins..." Mamilla stammered. Locke drank all high-end wines, and the price was very reasonable.
Without frowning, Locke directly stuffed two gold coins into Memira's hand, and left the tavern with Ashar.
After Locke left, Mamila let out a long sigh of relief. This person is not good looking. I didn’t expect that just a cold snort would be so powerful, and the black-robed woman Mamila was also a little scared, from Ashar’s On her body, Memira smelled of danger.
"Memela, you are making a lot of money this time, no, you must give us benefits." Ruby's voice beside him pulled Memela back from the messy thoughts.
"Yes, it must be good for us." Vannie also joined in the fun.
Not only the two of them, but several other maids present in the tavern also laughed.
The high-end wines that Locke consumes have brought memira close to five silver coins. This is just a small head. Locke gave her two gold coins just now.
Thirty-five silver coins are left without the cost of drinking, which can be tipped by Memira. How can this not make these little girls excited.
For Memira today, twenty-five silver coins are a huge sum of money.
Although I can't pay off the debts owed by the family, at least part of it can be repaid, and it will make her and her father's life better.
"I will definitely give you benefits, but can you not tell my father the money, I'm afraid he will come to drink on credit again." Memira begged to the surrounding companions.
"Don't worry, we will never tell anyone." Ruby smiled.
They didn't really ask Memela for benefits. They all knew about Memela's family background. They said so, just to let Memela take the money at ease.
"Are the shops cleaned up? Hurry up to work! Do you want to pay?" Upstairs, the thin bamboo-like boss, walked down the stairs and shouted at a group of maids.
After hearing this, several little girls hurriedly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.
Watching Memira hand over the gold coins to her, the boss nodded in satisfaction. He is shrewd and demanding, but he never defaults on wages or exploits these underage girls.
"Here, you deserve it." The boss threw a bag of money to Memila, which contained thirty silver coins.
"Thank you boss!" Tears glistened in Memira's eyes.
"Well, let's go to work." The boss sat at the counter, changed a comfortable posture, and began to liquidate today's earnings.
He has also seen Locke’s horror. If ordinary people scared away so many customers, the boss would have sent his thugs down to ask for compensation, but today not only was he scared enough, even the band of thugs was also like quail Frightened only promise.
He knew it was an iron plate and couldn't kick it, so he let it go.
And Locke hasn't affected his business much. Just Locke's consumption alone is almost equal to the tavern's daily turnover.
"When did Evra City have such a number one person." The boss shook his head.
The first place that Memira cleaned up was where Locke was. For Memira, Locke was the great benefactor she met today.
"Huh? What's this?" Under the pile of wine bottles, a dagger shimmering with light red light attracted Memira's attention.
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