"Thank you, Ruby, and Vanie!" Memira said sincerely.

She was from a poor family and could not repay her two good friends, so she could only thank her verbally from the bottom of her heart.

Locke's fine wine and food were quickly brought up. There was a rule for drinking in the tavern, that is, drink first and pay the bills. Locke doesn't look like a person who can't afford the bills, so after handing over the food to Locke, Memira respectfully returned.

"This is for you." Like a magic trick, 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 will reward this number of tips.

Could it be a nobleman with a hidden identity? Memira looked at Locke with a bright look.

She was dressed normally, had a handsome face, had a bit of hard edges and eyes very vivid, but Memira didn't dare to look at those eyes, because she felt an inexplicable panic in her heart as soon as she looked.

It should not be a nobleman. The reason why Memira judged this way came from Locke's hands, which were thick and powerful hands. Although there were no calluses, it was definitely not the hands that a nobleman should have.

Knight, the magician's body will be reshaped once when breaking through level 1. The calluses on Locke's hands are eliminated when he is promoted to level 1, along with the hidden wounds on his body.

The silver coins passed through Memira's strapless breasts and landed on the bright red spots. Locke's slight fucking was very good, and he felt the faint coolness of his chest. Memira's face turned red with shame.

There are frequent cases of teasing maids in taverns, and the big situations are rare. The small movements of frivolous hands and feet are still constantly. Memila has been eaten by people, but this is the first time she has encountered such an accident like today.

Memira didn't believe that anyone could throw silver coins so well, she just thought it was an accident.

"Thank you," Memira said softly, covering her strange chest, her voice was very small and she was ashamed.

Resisting the smile, Locke nodded.

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

Drinking little by little is not Locke's personality. When he was in Kaidozi's military camp, a drink was his unique style.

"Kaidozi Camp?" Suddenly remembering his military career back then, Locke couldn't tell what his mood was at this time.

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

After Kane and Hans's family were taken to Flor, the capital of Fosterstein, Locke sent someone to take care of him. I believe there was no need to worry about anything in the future.

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

After being promoted to level 2, the level of life is once again detached, but there are not one of the brothers who can accompany Locke. The stronger he is, the more lonely he is. I am afraid that only those extremely powerful second-level creatures can communicate with Locke equally at this time.

There is only one second-level summoner in the Kingdom of Fusen. Locke, like Ashar, does not want to attract the attention of local strongmen too much, they are just passing by.

Ashal? Ashal didn't have the interest to communicate with Locke. She has a relatively dull temper and only a handful of things to say to Locke in daily life.

I don’t know when Ashar came back after purchasing her experimental materials. He looked outside the tavern, but Locke didn’t see Ashar.

In the Kingdom of Fussen, Locke is sure that there is no one who can threaten Ashare, including the second-level summoner, who was obtained in the secret realm of Abbyson.

The knowledge of the wizard system obtained once again made Ashar's strength greatly improve.

Locke was not worried about the master's personal safety. Since he hadn't come yet, he would drink a little longer at the bar. He accidentally recalled Locke's past and drank one cup after another.

After a while, all four bottles of wine were drunk by Locke, and even the food on the table was eaten by him. This little thing was not enough to put Rocke's teeth in, so he shouted at the top of his throat, just like other alcoholics, Locke shouted, "Get wine!"

The Land Knight Locke, who doesn't get drunk even if he drinks, gradually becomes hazy in front of his eyes in memory.

A dagger the size of a palm was taken out of the space ring, made of ordinary hematite, and the handle was the most coarse linen. This knife carried all the memories of Locke's eight years of military camp.

Since mastering the good fighting spirit, Locke has tried every means to enhance his dagger, but due to the low material, this dagger has only a flame inscription, a forest wrist guard, and two kinds of magic blessings.

These two magics were added to Locke after Angelina was promoted to one level. Two spells that only had the intermediate magic apprentice level were as ridiculous as a toy on Locke's hand.

But what Locke focuses on is not the power of this dagger, but the meaning it represents.

"Sister" looked at the circle of linen at the hilt of the knife, and Lock seemed to smell Leah's body scent.

One bottle after another, as the sky got darker, more and more empty wine bottles were placed on Locke's table.

"Why can that person drink so much?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's an adventurer."

"Adventurer?!"

"It's not like the dress of the great summoners, is it a knight?"

“It’s possible.”

""

The noisy sounds around him gradually rose, which made Locke, who was not drunk but was half drunk in his heart, was quite unhappy.

"Hmph!" A cold snorkeling with strong mental pressure came out, scaring other customers in the tavern fled in a hurry.

As a clerk, Memira and others were also scared. Locke's moment just now was not the ability that ordinary people should have.

"What else do you want to drink?" Memira stepped forward and asked, for the whole afternoon, Memira was entertaining Locke.

"Three more bottles of ale." Locke said, glanced at Memira, whose face turned pale.

"Okay, wait a moment." Memira hurried to the counter to get Rock's wine.

It was completely dark, and pedestrians walking near the street became increasingly rare. The Rose Flower Tavern was still shining with the light of candles.

Ashar, wearing a black robe, walked into the tavern and saw Locke smelling alcohol all over there at first sight. There were probably more than a dozen empty bottles on the table.

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

"It's time to leave. We need to go to the next Aimengro city to buy the casting materials I need." Ashar's clear voice came.

With the mental impact of a second-level magician, Locke sobered up most of the alcohol.

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

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 without a person and use his fighting spirit to reveal himself.

"How much?" Locke walked to the counter and asked Memira next to the counter. The little girl had been serving and entertaining Locke for the afternoon.

"One hundred and seventy-five silver coins" Memira stuttered, Locke drank all high-end wine.

This price is fair.

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

After Locke left, Memira breathed a sigh of relief. The man was not good-looking. Unexpectedly, just a cold snorkeling would lead to such great power. The black-robed woman, Memira, was also a little scared. From Ashal, Memira smelled the dangerous aura.

"Memira, you've made a lot of money this time. No, you must give us benefits." Ruby's voice next to him pulled Memira back from the messy thoughts.

"Yes, we must give us benefits." Varni also joined in the fun and said.

Not only them, but also the other maids present in the tavern laughed.

The high-end wines that Locke consumes have nearly five silver coins for the commission that she received. This is just a small head. Locke gave her two gold coins just now.

Remove the expenses of drinking, and the remaining twenty-five silver coins are all available, Memira's tips, why doesn't this make these little girls excited?

For Memira today, twenty-five silver coins are a complete huge sum of money.

Although she can't pay back the debts her family owed, she can at least pay back part of it, and it can make her and her father's life better.

"I will definitely give you good things, but can you not tell my dad about the money? I'm afraid he will come to drink on credit again." Memira begged to her companions around her.

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

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

"Have the shops been cleaned? Why don't you go to work now? Do you want wages anymore?" Upstairs, the boss, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, walked down the stairs and scolded a group of maids.

Hearing this, a few little girls quickly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

Seeing Memira handing over the gold coins to him, the boss nodded with satisfaction. He was smart and harsh, but he would never owe his salary and would not exploit these underage girls.

"Give it, it's what you deserve." The boss threw Memira a bag of money, which contained thirty silver coins.

"Thank you, boss!" Memira's eyes shone with tears.

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

He also saw Locke's horror. If ordinary people scared away so many customers, the boss would have sent his thugs to ask for compensation. But today not only was he scared, but he also had the thugs like quails, but he was also scared to the point of being timid.

He knew that this was a piece of iron plate and could not kick it, so he let it go.

And Locke didn't affect his business much. Locke's consumption alone was almost at the price of the tavern's day.

"When did there be such a person in Evra City?" The boss shook his head.

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

"Huh? What is this?" Under a pile of wine bottles, a short dagger with a light red light attracted Memira's attention.

Today, I updated about 14,000 words, which is not only for the Grandmaster Star Value of jiangboaa129 readers, but also for the Spring Festival to come, and for all readers who support this book.

The addition should last for a week. I will work hard to make my liver so I wish you a happy New Year’s Eve! Happy New Year!
Chapter completed!