If you just look at the material of the dagger, it is just an ordinary dagger. No matter how smooth it is, it cannot cover up its inferior blade body.

The handle of the knife is also wrapped in the most ordinary layer of linen. The color of the linen is dark red, and it should have been stained with blood stains a long time ago.

The only thing that brought this dagger extraordinary was the faint red light shining on the blade. This was definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memira saw many mysterious patterns in the subtleties of the dagger.

"Is that guest left behind?" Memira whispered.

Locke's dress and dress were average, but Memira had never seen any kind of people in Evra City. In terms of temperament, Memira had never seen anyone like him, especially the cold snorkeling in the afternoon, trembling.

While others were not paying attention, Memira quietly hid the blade on the inside of her sleeve. The short blade touched Memira's skin, and it was a little warm.

Memira did this not because she wanted to make money, but at the Rose Flower Tavern, once she found that the items left by the guests were left, they had to be handed over to the smart boss.

In a place where there are mixed with dragons and snakes, it is normal to lose something. Even if the store picks it up, it will not be returned to the original owner easily. Memira just thought that if the customer comes to drink next time, she will return the dagger to the other party.

In addition to the light red light on the blade, there was also a little green lingering on the inconspicuous back of the blade. Walking on the way home, Memira tossed and turned at the magical dagger.

The home belongs to Memira and her father, in the northwest common area of ​​Evra City, Memira always has to walk for a long time at night every time she returns home from the Rose Flower Tavern.

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 taken all this lightly.

In Memira's view, the darkness, loneliness, and mystery are not scary, but what is even more scary is the human heart.

The moonlight is good tonight, and the dark clouds only cover half of the moon's face. There is still a considerable amount of light shining down, reflecting Memila's slender figure.

Memira's shadow is pulled down for a long time in the moonlight.

"Yo! Isn't this Memira?"

"I'm walking alone at night again? Do you want the elder brother to accompany you?"

"The old Laren's girl is getting more and more beautiful as she grows!"

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Around them, many gangsters and gangsters from civilian areas teased Memira who came home alone and said that these people were not as powerful as those of Wally, the underground gang of underground gangs who collected debts before. They were called "bed bugs" and could only bully orphans and widows in civilian areas such as Memira.

Faced with the gossip around her, Memira was not affected at all. She knew that these people were just verbal. What did they really want them to do? These people were no more courageous than mice, so they were called "bed bugs".

Thanks to the city lord in Evra who strictly enforces the law, Evra City is the best place in the surrounding cities in terms of public security management. It is precisely because of the reassuring public security that Evra City has attracted more and more merchants and adventurers, so that in just a few decades, it has become the second largest city in the Kingdom of Fusen 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 when they collected debts during the day.

If it were in the past, Memira's most likely destination was to be thrown into a prostitute and sell herself to pay off her debts.

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

There are eight residents in a certain alley deep in the civilian area, and the Memira family is the innermost one.

It was already late at night, and civilians could not light oil lamps, so the alley was quiet. Because the eaves were relatively short, even the moonlight could not shine in here.

The smell around was very strange. It was a mixture of odor of rancid water and a poor wine smell. No matter how wise the noble city lord was, there were still some places in Evra City that he could not take care of.

Lifting up her skirt, Memira carefully walked over the dirty things and walked towards her door.

This is Memira's only dress without patches, and it is also her "work clothes". If the skirt is stained, Memira will probably have to wash plates in the kitchen all day tomorrow to work.

Pushing open the wooden door, Memira frowned by the smell of strong alcohol that could not be seen in the house.

Working in a tavern for many years, Memila has long been immune to the wine flavor. The reason why she felt uncomfortable was the man who collapsed in the middle of the room.

When did my father start drinking? It was after his mother passed away? Memira sighed silently.

With difficulty in helping his father up, Memira was about to push the middle-aged man who weighed far more than him to the bed and go to bed.

Although autumn just began, the ground was very cold in the middle of the night. Although Memira was not good for her father, she didn't want her father to leave her too early.

If my dad left too, then Memira will be alone in the future

"Um, Memira, you're back, how are you working today?" Memira's father Laren asked with half-opening his drunken eyes.

Without answering, Memira just helped her father to the bed with difficulty, returned to the kitchen to take out a scoop of cold water and start washing.

Her relationship with her father is now only the bond that connects her bloodline. The so-called lack of family affection is pitiful, and the alcoholic Laren only wakes up in the middle of the night every day to remember that she has a daughter to raise.

The cold well water poured on Memila's charming body. In her perception, only the coldest water at night can wash away the dew on her body, wash away the unpleasant smell of wine, and wash away the traces of salty hands that were teased by guests during the day.

Speaking of being teased by the guest, Memira suddenly thought of the tip given to her by the guest with an unusual temperament during the day. The silver coin fell to her so obscenely. When she remembered the scene during the day, Memira's face turned red with shame.

"Oh, by the way!" Memira, who remembered that there was a silver coin tip, hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of her clothes and put it carefully in her own wallet.

Now, there are 36 silver coins in the purse.

After washing up, Memila was not in a hurry to go to bed. She first hid the purse with silver coins in the gap between the painted black stone bricks next to the kitchen fire, so as to ensure that her alcohol-loving father would secretly use the money to buy wine.

"I wonder if that guest will come tomorrow." Memira thought so, feeling the faint warmth on the inner arm of her sleeve.
Chapter completed!