Chapter Seven Hundred and Ninth Money Bag

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If you just look at the material of the dagger, it is just an ordinary dagger, no matter how smooth it is polished by its owner, it cannot hide its inferior blade.

The handle of the knife is also wrapped in the most common layer of linen, the color of the linen is dark red, it should be stained by blood stains from a long time ago.

The only thing that makes this dagger extraordinary is the faint red light shining on the blade. This is definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memilla saw many mysterious lines in the subtleties of the short dagger.

"Is that the guest left behind?" Memilla whispered.

Locke's clothes and dressing are normal, but Memila has never seen any kind of people in Evra City. In terms of temperament, Memila has never seen similar people, especially the cold snort in the afternoon. , trembling mind.

When no one was paying attention, Memila quietly hid the blade on the inside of her sleeve. The short blade touched Memila's skin and was slightly warm.

Memilla did this not because she wanted to make money, but in the Rose Flower Tavern, once she found any items left by guests, she had to turn it over to the shrewd boss.

In taverns and other places where dragons and snakes are mixed, it is normal to lose something. Even if the store picks it up, it will not easily return it to the original owner. Memilla just thinks that if the customer comes to drink next time, she will return it to the original owner. The dagger is returned to the opponent.

In addition to the pale red shimmer on the blade, there was also a little greenery lingering on the inconspicuous back of the blade. On the way home, Memilla looked over and over at this magical dagger.

Belonging to Memira and her father's home, in the northwest civilian area of ​​Evra City, every time she comes home from the Rose Flower Tavern, Memilla always has to walk for a long time at night.

In the first few years, Memila was still very afraid of walking alone at night, especially when there was no moon at night, but now, Memila has already looked down on all this.

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

The moonlight was good tonight. The dark clouds only covered half of the moon's face, but there was still a considerable amount of light shining down, reflecting Memilla's slender figure.

Memira's shadow was long in the moonlight.

"Yo! Isn't this Memilla?"

"Walking alone at night again? Yes

Don't you want big brother to accompany you? "

"The girl of the old Laren family is getting more and more beautiful as she grows up!"

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Around, many ruffians and gangsters in the civilian area teased Memilla, who went home alone, that these people are not as powerful as Wally, who had collected debts before, and they were called 'bugs'. You can only bully the orphans and widows in the civilian areas of Memilla.

Facing the gossip around her, Memilla was not affected at all. She knew that these people were just lip-smacking. If they really wanted them to do anything, these people were not much more courageous than mice, so they were called 'bugs'.

Thanks to the city lord of Evra City 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 security that Evra City is The city attracted more and more businessmen and adventurers, so that in just a few decades, it became the second largest city in the Fussen Kingdom after the capital.

Fifty years ago, the underground world of Evra City was very chaotic. How could Wally and others be so 'kind' to Memilla during the day when they were collecting debts.

In the past, Memilla's most likely destination would be to be thrown into a brothel and sold to pay off her debts.

The civilian area of ​​Evra City is quite dilapidated, but it is not messy. It is also thanks to the extraordinary vision of the distinguished city owner, who knows that clean streets will bring vitality and vitality to the future of this city.

There are eight households in an alley deep in the civilian area, and Memilla's is the innermost one.

It was already late at night, and the commoners could not afford to light oil lamps, so the alley was quiet. Because the eaves were relatively short, not even that bit of moonlight could come in here.

The smell around is very strange. It is a mixture of the smell of sour water mixed with excrement and the smell of inferior wine. No matter how wise the noble city owner is, there are still some places in Evra City that he cannot take care of.

Lifting up her skirt, Memilla cautiously walked over the dirty things and walked towards her door.

This is Memilla's only dress without a patch, and it's also her 'work uniform'. If the dress gets dirty, Memilla will probably have to work in the kitchen all day washing dishes tomorrow.

Pushing open the wooden door, Memilla frowned at the lingering smell of spirits in the house.

wrinkled.

Having worked in a tavern for many years, Memilla has long been immune to the smell of alcohol. The reason for her discomfort is the man who collapsed in the center of the room.

Since when did Dad start to drink alcohol, after the death of his mother, Memilla sighed silently.

Helping her father up with difficulty, Memilla was about to push the middle-aged man who weighed far more than him onto the bed to sleep.

Although it was just autumn, the ground was very cold in the middle of the night. Although Memilla was very upset for her father, she did not want him to leave her too early.

If Papa is gone, Memilla will be alone from now on

"It's not Memira, you're back, how is your work today?" With the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, Memilla's father, Laren, asked with half-open, drunken eyes.

Without answering, Memilla just helped her father with difficulty.

After getting on the bed, go back to the kitchen and take out a ladle of cold water to start washing.

Her relationship with her father is now only the link of blood. The so-called family is poor, and the alcoholic Laren only wakes up a few minutes in the middle of the night every day to remember that he still has a daughter to support .

The icy well water poured on Memilla's beauty. In her cognition, only the coldest water at night can wash away the lead blooms on her body, those unpleasant wine smells, and the daytime work. Being molested by guests and leaving traces of salty pig hands.

Speaking of being molested by a guest, Memila suddenly thought of the tip that the unusual guest gave her during the day, and the silver coin fell to her so obscenely. Thinking of the scene during the day, Memila's face was ashamed. of redness.

"Oh, that's right!" Memira, remembering that there was a silver coin tip, hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of the clothes next to her, and cherished it in her purse.

There are now 36 silver coins in the purse.

After washing up, Memilla was not in a hurry to go to bed. She first hid the purse with silver coins in the gap between the dark stone bricks next to the kitchen fire. This was to ensure that her alcoholic father would not secretly take the money. The money was used to buy wine.

"I don't know if that guest will come tomorrow." Memilla thought so as she felt the slight warmth on her arms inside her sleeves.

Late at night.

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