Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 709: Money Bag

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If you look at the material of the dagger, this is just an ordinary dagger. No matter how smooth it is polished by its owner, it can't hide its inferior blade.

The handle of the knife is also wrapped in the most common layer of linen. The color of the linen is dark red, which should be stained by blood stains a long time ago.

The only thing that brings this dagger is extraordinary is the faint red shimmer on the blade. This is definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memira saw many mysterious patterns in the subtleties of the dagger. Network.

"Is that the guest left..." Memira whispered.

Locke’s dress and dress are average, but Memira has never seen any people in Evra. In terms of temperament, Memira has never seen a similar person, especially in the afternoon. With a cold snort, his mind trembled.

When others were not paying attention, Memira hid the blade quietly on the inside of the sleeve, and the short blade touched Memira's skin, and it was slightly warm.

Memira did this, not because she wanted to get rich, but at the Rose Flower Tavern. Once she found any items left by the guests, she needed to turn them over to the shrewd boss.

In a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, like a pub, it’s normal to lose something. Even if the shop finds it, it won’t be easily returned to the original owner. Memira just thought that if the customer came to drink next time, She returned the dagger to the opponent.

In addition to the pale red shimmer on the blade, there is also a little green lingering on the inconspicuous back of the blade. On the way home, Memira turned to look at this magical dagger.

Belongs to the home of Memira and her father, in the northwestern civilian area of ​​Evra City, every time I go home from the Rose Flower Tavern, Memira always has to walk a long night at night.

In the first few years, Memira was still very afraid of walking alone at night, especially when there was no moon at night, but now, Memira has long looked down on all this.

In Memila's view, night, loneliness, and mystery are not terrible. What's more terrifying is human heart.

The moonlight is good tonight. The dark clouds only cover half of the moon's face, and there is still a considerable amount of light shining down, reflecting Memira's thin body.

Memela's shadow is very long in the moonlight.

"Yo! Isn't this Memira?"

"Walking the night alone again? Would you like your big brother to accompany you?"

"The older Laren's girl gets longer and better!"

"..."

Around, many rascals and gangsters in civilian areas molested Memira, who was returning home alone. These people are not as powerful as the underground underworld gang of Wally who collected debts before. They are called "bugs". They can only bully orphans and widows in civilian areas like Memila.

Faced with the gossip around me, Memira was not affected by anything. She knew that these people were just good at talking. They really wanted them to do anything. These people were not much more courageous than mice, so they were called "bugs".

Thanks to the lord of the city of Evra who strictly enforces the law, Evra is the best place in the surrounding cities in terms of security management, and it is precisely because of the reassuring security. The city of Evra attracted more and more merchants and adventurers, so that in only a few decades, it became the second largest city in the Kingdom of Fussen after the capital.

Fifty years ago, the underground world of Evra City was very chaotic. How could Wally and others be so "kind" to Memira during the day when they collected debts.

If you put it in the past, Memira's most likely destination is to be thrown into a brothel to sell her body to pay off her debts.

The civilian area of ​​Evra City is quite dilapidated, but it is not messy. It is also due to the extraordinary vision of the noble lord of the city, knowing that clean streets will bring vitality to the future of the city And vitality.

A certain alley in the depths of the civilian area, there are eight residents here, and Memira’s house is the innermost one.

At this time, it was late at night, and the common people's homes could not light the oil lamps, so the alley was quiet, because the eaves were relatively short, even the moonlight could not come in here.

The surrounding smell is very strange. It is a mixture of the smell of rotten water mixed with excrement and the smell of inferior wine. No matter how wise the noble Lord Lord is, there are still some places he can't see in Evra City.

Lifting the skirt, Memira carefully stepped over the mess and walked towards her door.

This is Memira’s only dress without a patch, and it is also her “work clothes”. If the dress is soiled, Memira will probably wash dishes in the back kitchen all day to work tomorrow. .

Pushing open the wooden door, Memira frowned with the lingering smell of liquor in the house.

Working in a tavern for many years, she has long been immune to the smell of wine Memira. The reason for her discomfort is the man who collapsed in the middle of the room.

When did the father start drinking too much? After the death of his mother, Mamila sighed silently.

Having up the old man with difficulty, Memira is about to push the middle-aged man, who weighs far more than him, to bed.

Although it has just entered autumn, the ground is very cold in the middle of the night. Although Memira is very disappointed for her father, she still doesn't want him to leave her too early.

If Dad is gone, Memira will be alone from now on...

"Um... it's Memira, you're back, how is your work today?" Memira's father Laren asked with a heavy scent of alcohol in his mouth, half-opened with drunken eyes Tao.

No answer, Memira just helped her father to the bed with difficulty, then returned to the kitchen and took out a scoop of cold water and started washing.

The relationship between her and her father is now only the bond of blood. The so-called poor family love, and the alcoholic Laren, can only remember that she has another one when she wakes up in the middle of the night. The daughter needs to be raised.

The cold well water poured on Memira’s touching body. In her knowledge, only the coldest water at night can wash away the lead blooms on her body and wash away the unpleasant smell of wine. , To wash away the traces of the salty pig's hands that were molested and left by the guests during work during the day.

Speaking of being molested by a guest, Mamilla suddenly thought of the tip given to her by that unusual guest during the day. The silver coin fell to her so obscenely, remembering the scene during the day, Mamilla His face flushed with shame.

"Oh, that's right!" Memira, who remembered that she still had a silver coin tip, hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of her clothes next to her, and put it in her pocket.

Now, there are 36 silver coins in the purse.

After washing, Memira didn’t worry about going to bed. She first hid the money bag with silver coins in the gap between the black stone bricks beside the kitchen fire. This was to ensure that her alcoholic father would not be allowed. Will secretly use this money to buy alcohol.

"I don't know if that guest will come tomorrow..." Memira thought of the faint warmth on the arm inside the sleeve.

It's late at night.