Chapter 705 Memilla

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"Nice creature core, it seems that you are quite rich, I still want to accept you as a vassal knight, giggle." Terina covered her mouth and smiled.

Two first-level biological cores are regarded as the cost of riding, which is expensive no matter how you look at it, but the parties did not care about this small amount of money. After all, they fought together, and these two cores are the witnesses of their acquaintance.

"Cyberth Empire, don't forget!" The floating ship had already flown far away, and the air still echoed with Terina's voice, which was the amplification technique in low-level magic.

After packing up their luggage, one person was wearing a pitch-black magic robe, and the other was wearing light blue armor. This obvious duo of magician and knight set off on the road again.

"Master Ashar." Locke said suddenly.

"Well?" Under the black robe, Asha's body froze.

"I heard that there are relatively few free knights here. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, why not declare that I am your vassal knight?" Locke tried to ask.

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"Master Ashar?"

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"You answered or not, but give me a reply." Locke said speechlessly.

"kindness"

"So this is a promise?" Locke asked again with certainty.

This time, Ashar ignored Locke, but put on a magic robe and let the wind blow and walked into the distance.

The Kingdom of Fussen, a weak kingdom under the United Kingdom of Jacolo, can refer to the Kingdom of Faustin in the three western islands for its national strength.

The strongest person in this kingdom is only a second-level summoner. In order to avoid attracting the attention of those in power in the kingdom, Locke and Ashar both restrained their breath and strength in the Fussen Kingdom, and only pretended to be an ordinary adventure. By.

Evra City, an important provincial capital city in the middle of the Fussen Kingdom, is a large city closest to the national capital. It ranks second in economy among all the cities in the Fussen Kingdom.

The two of Locke, who entered the city as adventurers, were given a temporary residence ID card after paying a sum of silver coins.

"Master, why don't we just fly in? Also, in this city of ordinary people, what can we do?" Locke, who was wearing armor, asked Ashar in front of him with mental power.

"Experience the life of ordinary people is also a kind of experience, and I also need to add some experimental materials." Ashar said lightly.

Within the sphere of influence of the United Kingdom of Jacolo, the proper term 'magician' rarely appears, and the most frequent occurrence is 'summoner'.

The largest number of spellcasters in Evra City are also summoners and magic apprentices of other power systems.

"I went to the alchemy store in the city center to buy some materials." Ashar said.

"Then I'll wait for you at that tavern." Locke pointed to a tavern called Rose Flower on the street and said.

Brows wrinkled, Asha has always hated things like alcohol, but wine is Locke's favorite. After so long together, Asha and Locke are adapting to each other.

There was no objection, Ashaer walked towards the central street of the city. A small amount of alcohol was still acceptable to Ashar, the big deal was to open a layer of magic shield at that time.

The enchanted armor on his body was put away by Locke, and under the amazed eyes of the people around him, Locke walked into the tavern.

High-end items such as magic armor are relatively rare in Evra City, and many passers-by have speculated whether Locke is a powerful high-level servant.

Memila is a thirteen-year-old ordinary commoner girl in Evra City. Her family was poor and her mother died early. In order to make up for the family, Memila began to work in a tavern from the age of nine.

There are no relatives in the family, only one father is left. If that's all, there is no need for Memira's hard work, but unfortunately, Memira's father is an alcoholic.

Standing in front of the door, greeting every guest entering the tavern with a formal smile, this is Memilla's job.

It may be that she inherited the beauty talent of her deceased mother. Memila's skin is whiter than milk, and although there is a little pimple on the tip of her nose, it does not affect Memila's overall appearance.

"Welcome!" Memilla bent over and said respectfully, and before she could see the guest's appearance, a voice called to her from the pub behind her.

"Memila, your father is drunk again!" The person who said this was Memila's father's drinking friend, a middle-aged bearded man who disgusted Memila.

At the innermost side of the pub, there is a middle-aged man with brown hair completely slumped on his stomach.

On the wine table, the snoring was loud and mixed with the noisy sounds of other guests around, which together constituted the 'lively' of this tavern.

Next to this middle-aged man, there was a big beard with a red nose and a garlic nose, and he was a man named Memilla.

Before she could pick up the customer at the door and take a seat, she talked to the sister at the counter, and Memilla hurried over to take care of her.

The smell of alcohol and men's sweat was very uncomfortable when Memila first took over the job, but after so many years, Memila has already gotten used to it.

"Uncle Krowne, can I trouble you to send my father back?" Memilla begged the bearded man, who was both Memilla's father's drinking friend and a neighbor of her family.

"Hehe, since it's little Memilla's request, Uncle Klauen will do it. It's just that the money for the drink hasn't been paid yet and your father is drunk again," Klauen said, rubbing his hands together, his family's situation was better than that of Memilla's. better, but with

Memilla's father drank, never paid for himself, and was a shrewd bearded man.

No need for Memira to think about it, she also knew how the bearded man in front of her was fooling her own father. With such an old father on the stall, Memilla had already accepted her fate.

"I know that the wine money will be deducted from my salary, but I asked Uncle Crowne to go back and persuade my father that my salary this month is only enough to buy black bread at home, so don't let him drink any more" Memilla Whispered, although this sentence is no different from saying it in vain, Memilla still hopes that the bearded man can persuade her father.

"Definitely, definitely." The bearded chest clapped loudly, "How can you let Memilla eat brown bread? If Memira wants to, she can come to my house, and I'll ask Miller to make you potato pancakes."

When the bearded man said this, his arm unnaturally leaned towards Memilla, to be precise, it rubbed towards Memilla's chest.

Working in a tavern where dragons and snakes are mixed, Memilla has not seen any harassment in a few years, and she learned to be smart after suffering a few losses.

She stepped back flexibly and avoided the bearded salty pig's hand. Memilla said respectfully, "Then I will trouble you, Uncle Klauen."

The bearded man was not angry after being avoided by Memilla. He was also a little drunk now. He picked up Memilla's father next to him, and walked staggeringly towards the outside of the pub.

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