Heimarian Odyssey

"Thank you, Ruby, and thank you Vanni!" Memila said sincerely.

Poor in her family, she can't do other rewards to her two good friends, but can only thank them from the heart.

Locke’s fine wine and appetizers were quickly brought up. There is a rule for drinking in the tavern, that is, drink first and pay the bill. Locke does not look like a person who can’t pay the bill, so after handing food to Locke, Memila stepped back respectfully.

"This is for you." Like a trick, Locke popped a silver coin from his finger and flew into Memila's collar.

A silver coin is not a small amount, except for nobles, few people will reward this amount of tip.

Is it a noble with a hidden identity? Memila stared at Locke with a staring look.

Dressed in ordinary clothes, her face was a little handsome, her eyebrows were a little hard and angular, and her eyes were very divine, but Memila didn't dare to look at those eyes, because at first she had an inexplicable panic in her heart.

It should not be the nobility. The reason for Memila’s judgment comes from Locke’s hands, which are thick and powerful hands. Although there are no calluses, they are definitely not the hands that a nobleman should have.

When a knight or a magician breaks through the first level, his body will be reshaped once. The calluses on Locke's hand are promoted to the first level, along with the dark wounds on his body.

The silver coin passed Memila's tube top with precision and landed on that bright red. Locke's micro-manipulation was in place. He felt the faint coolness on his chest and Memila's face was flushed with blush.

There are occasions when the pub seduce the maid. Big situations are rare. The small movements of the hands and feet are still constant. Memila has been eaten a lot of tofu, but it is the first time she has encountered such an accident.

Memila didn't believe that someone could throw the silver coins so fascinating, she just thought it was an accident.

"Thank you," Memila said, holding her strange chest in a soft voice, her voice was very small and shy.

Resisting his smile, Locke nodded.

A little mischief made Locke's mood a lot better, opened the ale bottle on the table, and Locke looked up and drank a small bottle.

Drinking little by little is not Locke's character. When he was in the Kadoqi military camp, a cup of dryness was his unique style.

"Bed Camp Kaidoqi?" Suddenly thinking of his military career, Locke couldn't tell what state of mind he was at this time.

He is already in his fifties this year, and even has one daughter. He has experienced several eccentric planes. Recalling some of his memories of joining the army in his teens, Locke was still melancholy.

After Kane and Hans' family were received by Locke in Flor City, the capital of Forstan, Locke sent someone to take care of it. Presumably, there is no need to worry about anything in the future.

But what Locke recalled at this time was the youthful military life, and the passionate feelings of brothers like brothers and brothers.

Promoted to the second level, the level of life was once again detached, but there were none of the brothers who could accompany Locke. The more powerful, the more lonely, and the equal communication with Locke at this time, I am afraid that only those abnormally powerful second Class creature now.

There is only one second-level summoner in the Fussen Kingdom. Like Lockhar, Locke does not want to attract the attention of local powerhouses too much, they just pass by.

Ashaer? Ashaer is not interested in communicating with Locke. She has a rather tempered temperament, and she has only a few words in her daily life.

I didn't know when Ashaer had returned after purchasing her experimental materials and glanced outside the tavern. Locke didn't see Ashaer's figure.

In the Kingdom of Füssen, Locke was sure that none of them, including the second-level summoner, had gained in Absen’s secret realm.

The acquired knowledge of the wizard system once again made great progress in the strength of Ashaer.

Locke didn't worry about the master's personal safety. Since he hadn't come yet, he would drink a little more at the bar. He accidentally recalled Locke who had passed by, drinking one cup after another.

I don’t know how long it took. All four bottles of wine were consumed by Locke, and even the appetizers on the table were eaten by him. This thing was not even enough to lock Locke’s teeth, so he ripped his throat and other alcoholics. Similarly, Locke shouted "Go on the wine!"

The wine is not drunk. Everyone is drunk. The Rock Knight, who will not be drunk as much as he drinks, gradually becomes hazy in memory.

A slap-sized dagger, pulled out of the space ring, made of ordinary hematite, the handle is still the worst linen, this handle carries all the memories of Locke's eight-year military camp.

Starting with mastery of good fighting spirit, Locke tried to strengthen his short dagger, but due to the low quality of the material, this short dagger has so far only had a flame inscription, a forest bracer, two Magic blessings only.

These two kinds of magic were added to Locke after Angelina was promoted to the first level. Two spells with only the intermediate magic apprentice level are placed on Locke's hands as ridiculous as toys.

But what Locke focused on was not the power of the dagger, but the meaning it represented.

"Sister" looked at the circle of linen at the handle of the knife, and Rock seemed to smell Leah's body.

Bottle after bottle, as the sky darkened, more and more empty wine bottles were placed in front of Locke's table.

"How can that person drink so much?"

"Who knows? Maybe an adventurer."

"Adventure?!"

"Not like the dresses of the great summoners, are they knights?"

"possible."

""

The noisy sounds around him gradually make the body not drunk, but Locke is half drunk, which is quite uncomfortable.

"Hum!" A cold hum containing strong spiritual coercion came out, frightening other customers in the tavern to flee.

Memila and others, who are clerk, were also scared enough. Locke was not the ability that ordinary people should have.

"What else do you want to drink?" Memila insisted that she was afraid to step forward and asked, all afternoon Memela entertained Locke.

"Three more bottles of ale." Locke said, glancing at Memira, who was pale.

"Okay, wait a moment." Memila hurried to the counter to get Locke's wine.

The sky was completely dark, and the pedestrians walking around the street became scarcer, and the Rose Flower Tavern still shone with the light of candles.

Ashaer in a black robe walked into the tavern. At first glance, he saw Rock, who was full of alcohol. There were probably dozens of empty bottles in front of the table.

"This guy." Ashaer's face was a little dark.

"It's time to go. We need to go to the next city of Ai Mengluo to buy the spellcasting materials I need." Ashaer Qingxian's voice came.

With the mental impact of a second-level magician, Locke's wine woke up most of the time.

"Good, let's go." Locke said quickly, a trace of cold sweat floating on his forehead.

He knew that the smell of wine on his body made Ashaer uncomfortable, so he planned to wait until he went out to find a no-man's place, and then give himself a grudge.

"How much?" Locke walked to the counter and asked Memila by the counter. The little girl had been serving Locke for an afternoon.

"One hundred and seventy-five silver coins," Memela stuttered, and Locke drank high-grade wine.

This price is quite fair.

Without frowning, Locke directly stuffed two gold coins into Memela's hand, and then left the tavern with Ashar.

After Locke left, Memila breathed a sigh of relief. The man was unimpressed. I didn’t expect that with just a sneer, there would be such a great power. And the black-robed woman Memela was also a little afraid. From Ashaer, May Mila smelled a dangerous breath.

"Memila, you made a big profit this time, no, you must give us a benefit." Ruby's voice next to him, pulled Memela back from the messy thoughts.

"Yes, we must be benefited." Vanie also said lively.

Not only the two of them, but several other maids present in the pub also laughed.

The high-end wines consumed by Locke have brought Memila close to five silver coins. This is just a small head. Locke gave her two gold coins just now.

Remove the cost of drinking, and there are 25 silver coins left, all of which can be tipped by Memira, how can this group of little girls not be excited.

For Memila today, 25 silver coins is a huge sum of money.

Although the debt owed by her family is not paid, at least part of it can be paid back, and it can make her and father's life better.

"I will definitely benefit you, but can you not tell my dad this money, I'm afraid he will come to drink on credit again." Memila begged to her companions.

"You can rest assured that we will never tell anyone." Ruby smiled.

They didn't really ask Memila for benefits. They all knew Memela's family. The reason for saying so was just to let Memela feel at ease with the money.

"Is the store cleaned up? Go to work soon! Do you want to pay?" Upstairs, the thin bamboo-like boss stepped down the stairs and scolded a group of maids.

As we heard, several little girls hurriedly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

Seeing Memila put the gold coins in his hands, the boss nodded in satisfaction. He was smart and harsh, but he definitely did not default on wages or exploit these underage girls.

"Yes, this is what you deserve." The boss threw Memira a bag of money with thirty silver coins in it.

"Thank you boss!" Memila's eyes flashed with tears.

"Well, go to work." The boss sat at the counter, changed a comfortable posture, and began to liquidate today's gains.

He also saw the horror of Locke. If the average person scared away so many customers, the boss would send his thug down to ask for compensation, but today he was not only scared enough to choke, but even the group of thugs was scared like a quail. .

He knew that this was an iron plate and he couldn't kick, so he let it go.

And Locke did not affect his business. The consumption of Guangluo alone was almost topping the turnover of the pub for a day.

"When will Evra have such a number one character." The boss shook his head.

The first place that Memila cleaned up was where Locke was. For Memela, Locke was the big benefactor she met today.

"Huh? What's this?" Under a pile of wine bottles, a short dagger shining with a pale red shimmer drew Memira's attention.

Today, it is almost 14,000 words, which is not only for the guru star value of jiangboaa129 readers, but also for the Spring Festival and the arrival of all the readers who support this book.

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