Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 705

[Chapter 705 Memila]

“Not bad biological core, it seems that you are quite rich, I still want to accept you as a vassal knight, giggling.” Terina covered her mouth and smiled.

Two first-level biological cores are used as the ride fee, which is expensive no matter what, but the person involved didn’t care about this little money. After all, they have fought together, and these two cores are the witness of their acquaintance.

“Cybers Empire, don’t forget!” The airship had already flown away, and Terina’s voice was still echoing in the air, which was the sound amplification technique in low-level magic.

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

“Master Ashar.” Locke said suddenly.

“Huh?” Under the black robe, Ashaer’s body paused.

“I heard that there are relatively few free knights here. In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, why don’t you declare that I am your vassal knight?” Locke tried to ask.

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“…”

“Master Ashar?”

“…”

“Whether you agree or not, give me an answer.” Locke said speechlessly.

“Yep……”

“Then this is a promise?” Locke asked again with certainty.

This time Ashaer ignored Locke, but wore a magic robe, let the wind blow, and walked into the distance.

…

Kingdom of Fussen, a weaker kingdom under the United Kingdom of Jiekeluo, the level of national strength can refer to the Kingdom of Faustain in the three western islands.

The most powerful person in this kingdom is only a second-level summoner. In order to avoid arousing the vigilance of those in power in the kingdom, Locke and Ashaer restrained their aura and strength in the Fussen Kingdom, and only pretended to be ordinary adventurers.

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

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

“Master, why don’t we just fly in? Also, what can we do in this city of ordinary people?” Locke, who was wearing armor, asked Ashaer in front of him with his spiritual power.

“Experiencing the life of ordinary people is also a kind of experience, and I also need to add some experimental materials.” Ashaer said lightly.

Within the sphere of influence of the United Kingdom of Jiekeluo, the term ‘magician’ rarely appears, and the term ‘summoner’ appears most frequently.

The largest number of spellcasters in the city of Evra is also a summoner, and there are only a handful of magic apprentices in other power systems.

“I’ll go to the alchemy shop in the center of the city to buy some materials,” Ashaar said.

“Then I’ll wait for you at that tavern.” Locke said, pointing to a tavern on the street called Rose Flower.

Frowning, Ashaer has always hated alcohol, but wine is Locke’s favorite. After getting along for so long, Ashaer and Locke are adapting to each other.

Without any objection, Ashaer walked towards the central street of the city. A small amount of alcohol is still acceptable for Ashaer, at most, it will be a magic shield at that time.

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

High-end items such as enchanted armor are relatively rare in the city of Evra. Many passers-by have speculated whether Locke is a powerful high-level attendant.

Memila is a thirteen-year-old ordinary civilian girl in Evra. Her family is poor, and her mother died early. In order to supplement the family, Memila has been working in a tavern since she was nine years old.

There are no relatives in the family, only one father left. If that is all, Memila does not need to work so hard, but it is a pity that Memila’s father is an alcoholic.

Standing in front of the door, greeting every guest entering the tavern with a formulaic smile, this is Memila’s job.

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

“Welcome!” Memila bowed and said respectfully. Before she could see the appearance of this guest clearly, a voice calling for her came from the tavern behind her.

“Memila, your father is drunk again!” The person who said this was Memila’s father’s drinking buddy, a bearded middle-aged man who disgusted Memila.

At the farthest corner of the tavern, there was a brown-haired middle-aged man completely paralyzed on the wine table, snoring loudly, mixed with the noisy voices of other guests around, forming the overall atmosphere of this tavern. ‘lively’.

Next to this middle-aged man, there was a man with a red beard and a bulbous nose. He was named Memila.

It was too late to welcome the customers at the door to come in and take a seat, and after talking to the sister at the counter, Memila hurried over to take care of her.

The smell of alcohol and men’s sweat around me made Memila very uncomfortable when she first took over the job, but after so many years of persistence, Memila has already gotten used to it.

“Uncle Klauen, can I trouble you to send my father back?” Memila asked the bearded man, who was both Memila’s father’s drinking buddy and her family’s neighbor.

“Hehe, since it’s Little Memila’s request, Uncle Klauen will definitely do it. It’s just that the money for the drink hasn’t been paid…and your father is drunk again…” Klauen rubbed his hands and said , His family’s situation is better than that of Memila’s, but he drank with Memila’s father and never paid for it himself. This is a shrewd bearded man.

Memila didn’t need to think about it, she also knew how the bearded man in front of her was fooling her father, and with such an old father, Memila had already accepted her fate.

“I know that the money for alcohol will be deducted from my wages, but please go back and persuade my father, Uncle Crohn, that my salary this month is only enough to buy black bread for the family, so don’t let him drink any more… …” Memila said in a low voice, although there is no difference between saying this sentence and saying it in vain, but Memila still hopes that the bearded man can persuade her father.

“Sure, sure.” The bearded man slapped his chest, “How can I make Memila eat black bread? If Memila is willing, you can come to my house, and I will ask Miller to make potato pancakes for you.”

When the bearded man said this, his arm leaned unnaturally towards Memila, to be precise, he rubbed towards Memila’s chest.

Working in a place like a tavern where dragons and snakes are mixed, Memila has never seen any harassment in the past few years. After suffering a few times, she learned to be smart.

Backing away nimbly, dodging the bearded pig’s hand, Memila respectfully said, “Then I will trouble you, Uncle Klauen.”

The bearded man was not angry at being dodged by Memila, he was a little drunk now, picked up Memila’s father next to him, and staggered towards the outside of the tavern.

[End of this Chapter]