Chapter 708 Short Dagger

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

From a poor family, she couldn't do anything else to repay her two good friends, she could only thank her from the bottom of her heart.

Locke's fine wine and appetizers were quickly brought up. There is a rule for drinking in the tavern, that is to drink first and then pay the bill. Locke doesn't seem like a person who can't pay the bill, so after handing Locke the food, Memilla bowed respectfully.

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

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

Is it a noble who hides his identity? Memilla looked at Locke with burning eyes.

Dressed in ordinary clothes, her face is rather handsome, her brows are somewhat rigid and angular, and her eyes are very energetic, but Memilla didn't dare to look at those eyes, because just looking at it, she felt an inexplicable panic in her heart.

It should not be a noble. The reason for Memira's judgment comes from Locke's hands. Those are a pair of thick and powerful hands. Although there are no calluses, they are definitely not the hands that a noble should have.

(When knights and magicians break through the first level, their bodies will be reshaped once, and the calluses on Locke's hands are wiped away together with the dark wounds on their bodies when they are promoted to the first level.)

The silver coin passed through Memila's tube top with great precision and landed on the blushing. Locke's micro-manipulation was in place. Feeling the coolness of his chest, Memila's face flushed with shame.

The tavern molested the maids from time to time, and the big ones were rare, and the small movements were still constant. Memilla had been eaten a lot of tofu, but this kind of "accident" was the first time I encountered it.

Memilla didn't believe that someone could toss the silver coin so brilliantly, she just thought it was an accident.

"Thank you," Memilla said softly, clutching her strange chest, her voice was small and shy.

Holding back a smile, Locke nodded.

The little prank made Locke's mood much better. He opened the ale bottle on the table, and Locke raised his head and drank half of the bottle.

It's not Locke's character to drink little by little. When he was in the Kaidozi barracks, a dry cup was his unique style.

"Kadoqi Camp?" Suddenly remembering his military career, Locke couldn't tell what mood he was in at this time.

He is in his fifties this year, he even has a daughter, and he has experienced several different planes. Thinking of some memories of joining the army when he was a teenager, Locke is still mostly melancholy.

After the families of Kane and Hans were taken to Flor, the capital of Faustain, by Locke, Locke sent someone to take care of them. Presumably, 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, as well as the warm-blooded feelings of brothers like brothers.

Promoted to the second level, the level of life is once again detached, but there are no brothers who can accompany Locke. Class creature.

There is only one second-level summoner in the Fussen Kingdom. Like Ashar, Locke doesn't want to attract the attention of the local powerhouses too much. They are just passing by.

Ashar? Ashar has no interest in communicating with Locke. She has a sullen temper, and there are only a handful of things she says to Locke in her daily life.

I don't know when Ashar finished buying her experimental materials and came back. He glanced outside the tavern, but Locke didn't see Ashar's figure.

In the Kingdom of Fussen, there is no one who can pose a threat to Ashar, and Locke is sure that there is no one, including the second-level summoner, who was found in the secret realm of Absen.

The knowledge of the wizard system obtained has once again made great progress in Ashar's strength.

Locke is not worried about the master's personal safety. Since he hasn't come yet, let's drink at the bar for a while, accidentally recall the Locke he once passed, and drink one cup after another.

I don't know how long it took, all four bottles of wine were drank by Locke, and even the appetizers on the table were eaten by him, which was not enough for Locke's teeth, so he shouted, and other alcoholics The same, Locke shouted, "Serve the wine!"

The ground knight Locke, who is not drunk, is self-intoxicating, and will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks, gradually becomes hazy in front of his eyes in his memories.

A palm-sized dagger was pulled out of the space ring. It was made of ordinary hematite, and the handle was the worst linen cloth. This knife carried all the memories of Locke's eight-year military camp.

From the moment he mastered a good fighting spirit, Locke has tried every means to strengthen his short dagger, but due to the low material, this short dagger only has a 'flame inscription' and a 'forest bracer' so far. ', two magic blessings only.

These two kinds of magic were added to Locke after Angelina was promoted to the first level. The two spells were only at the level of an intermediate magic apprentice. They were as ridiculous as toys in Locke's hands.

But what Locke paid attention to 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 Locke seemed to smell Leah's body fragrance.

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."

"Adventurer?!"

"It's not like the dress of the great summoners, isn't it?

Is it a knight? "

"possible."

""

The surrounding noisy voices gradually rose, which made Locke, who was not drunk in his body, but half drunk in his heart, quite unhappy.

"Humph!" A cold hum with strong mental pressure came out, scaring the other customers in the tavern to flee in a panic.

Memilla and others, who were the clerk, were also frightened enough. Locke's act just now was not the ability that ordinary people should have.

"What else do you want to drink?" Memira resisted her fear and stepped forward to ask. For an afternoon, Memilla was entertaining Locke.

"Three more bottles of ale." Glancing at Memilla, who was pale, Locke said.

"Okay, wait a moment." Memilla hurried to the counter to get a drink for Locke.

It was completely dark, and there were fewer pedestrians walking around the street, and the Rose Flower Tavern was still flickering with candles.

Ashar in a black robe walked into the tavern and saw Locke, who smelled of alcohol, at the first sight. There were probably more than a dozen empty bottles in front of the table.

"This guy." Asha's face darkened.

"It's time to go, we need to go to the next Emmoro city to buy the spell casting materials I need." Ashaer's clear voice came.

The mental shock of a second-level magician made Locke sober up for most of the time.

"Okay, let's go." A trace of cold sweat floated on his forehead, Locke said hurriedly.

He knew that the smell of alcohol on his body made Ashar very uncomfortable, so he planned to use his grudge to clarify himself after he went out to find a place with no one.

"How much?" Locke walked to the counter and asked Memilla at the counter. This little girl has been serving Locke all afternoon.

"One hundred and seventy-five silver coins," Memilla stammered. Locke drank high-end wine.

The price is already fair.

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

After Locke left, Memila breathed a sigh of relief. This man was not very good-looking. He didn't expect that just a cold snort would be so powerful, and the black-robed woman Memila was also a little scared. From Ashar's body, May Mira smelled danger.

"Memira, you made a lot of money this time, no, you must give us something." Ruby's voice next to her pulled Memilla back from her messy thoughts.

"Yes, it must be beneficial to us." Vani also joined in the fun and said.

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

The high-end wines that Locke consumed brought Memilla nearly five silver coins. This is only a small head. Just now, Locke gave her two gold coins.

After removing the cost of drinking, there are twenty-five silver coins left, all of which can be used for Memilla's tip. How could this not make these little girls excited.

For today's Memira, twenty-five silver coins is a huge sum of money.

Although the debts owed by the family have been repaid, at least part of it can be repaid, and it can also make her and her father's life better.

"I will definitely give you a favor, but can't you tell my dad the money, I'm afraid he will come to drink on credit again." Memilla begged to the companions around.

"Don't worry, we will never tell anyone else." Ruby smiled.

They didn't really ask Memila for benefits. They all knew about Memila's family background. The reason why they said that was just to make Memila feel at ease with the money.

"Have the shop been cleaned? Why don't you go to work soon! Do you want to get paid?" Upstairs, the boss, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, went down the stairs and yelled at a group of maids.

Hearing it, several little girls hurriedly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

Seeing Memilla handing the gold coins into her hands, the boss nodded with satisfaction. He was shrewd and harsh, but he never owed wages or exploited these underage girls.

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

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

"Well, let's go to work." The boss sat in front of the counter, changed a comfortable posture, and began to liquidate today's earnings.

He also saw the horror of Locke. 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 frightened enough, but even the gang of thugs were frightened like quails. .

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

And Locke didn't affect his business much, and Locke's consumption alone was almost equal to the tavern's one-day turnover.

"When did Evra City have such a number one person." The boss shook his head.

The first place Memilla cleaned up was where Locke was. For Memira, Locke was the benefactor she met today.

"Huh? What is this?" Under the pile of wine bottles, a short dagger shone with a faint red light, attracting Memilla's attention.

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