Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 707

[Chapter 707 High-grade ale]

After entering the tavern, he was left alone, and then watched Locke, who had a poor daughter raising a drunk father and a gangster debt collection scene. He was a little novel and sympathetic to the civilian life that happened at the bottom of Evra.

He sympathized with Memila, of course. Although Memila talked with her Uncle Crohn, and the strong gangster Wally outside the door, the voice was very small, but this sound did not escape Locke’s ears.

In terms of status, Locke’s current strength is enough to put him on a par with the most honorable person in the Fussen Kingdom, but in the face of the misfortune of these low-level civilians, his most sensible approach is to stand on the sidelines.

I don’t know how many ordinary people are as poor as Memila in this world. There are millions of low-level civilians in Fussen Kingdom alone. How could Locke take care of them all.

Moreover, Locke has no obligation to help them.

The blood on his hands may add up to fill the city of Evra. Locke is not a bad guy, he is an executioner.

“Dear guest, what kind of wine do you want?” Came Amy Lanuonuo’s voice, which was unique to a thirteen-year-old girl.

The owner of this Rose Flower Tavern is very good at doing business, and the staff he chooses are all underage girls under the age of fifteen. Many repeat customers come.

But if these customers want to buy and sell in public and bully these girls, those thugs that the boss spends a lot of money on are not just for nothing.

Of course, there are two or three exceptions.

One is the aristocrats. Sometimes it is a blessing for commoner girls to force them to accept civilian girls, because they no longer need to work hard for a living.

One is a wealthy businessman. In Fussen Kingdom, one husband and three concubines are legally allowed. If you have enough money, it is not uncommon to marry more wives and concubines.

The last type is the adventurer, specifically referring to the kind of adventurer with extraordinary power. Whether it is a powerful fighting spirit or a magical summoning technique, in the civilian circle of Evra City, everyone is talking about it after dinner.

Those thugs raised by the boss can’t beat adventurers with extraordinary strength.

Memila’s voice is very nice, which is due to her true nature, and also because she is dedicated to it. After working in the tavern for so many years, Amyla has already become a qualified waiter.

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Sometimes the melodious voice is also a kind of enjoyment. Locke said that he didn’t quite understand how Ashaer experienced the life of ordinary people, but it was another matter to actually feel it.

Not to mention anything else, at least Amyra’s appearance is more in line with Locke’s aesthetics except for her voice.

“Huh? Do you have ale here?” Locke looked at the menu in surprise.

People of all countries on the east coast like to drink rum. Although this wine has a higher alcohol content than ordinary wine, Locke still prefers a full-bodied and long-lasting ale.

In other words, Locke is more used to drinking ale, which is a hobby that he has not changed for so many years since he was born as an ordinary soldier in the Kingdom of Faustain.

“Yes, the brewing technology of ale in our store was introduced from the southern kingdom of Perthys, and it was very popular with adventurers in the past.” Memila replied.

Locke doesn’t look like a nobleman or a wealthy businessman, but there is an aura exuding from his body, an aura that scares Memila and makes her involuntarily admire it. Memila can be compared to the previous adventurers. I haven’t felt it.

Could it be…Memila felt a little excited.

The wine that Locke ordered is the most common ale in the store, but there are several grades of ale. For example, the one that Memila’s father drank before was the cheapest one, a glass of seven copper coins.

Under Memila’s subconscious understanding, Locke chose the two most expensive ales in the shop.

“Just these two kinds of bars, two bottles of each, I’ll taste the difference.” Locke said.

Customers who drink in taverns are often counted by the glass, and Locke will need four bottles when they come up. Not only Memila is dumbfounded, but even the customers around who heard Locke’s voice also looked at Locke curiously.

People who have had a little wine can’t control their hands and mouth. The current situation is that there are already several drunk men who are ready to laugh at Locke.

Even adventurers known for their bravery, there are very few ruthless people who drink four bottles of ale at once, let alone the two highest-grade ale in this shop.

But these guys who are about to speak badly, when the words come to their mouths, seem to be drakes whose throats are pinched, they can’t say a word after opening their mouths for a long time, but their faces are flushed from suffocation, which is frightened.

There is no need for Locke to do other means, just a simple release of a little coercion is enough to shock the group of drunks from acting rashly.

Locke’s control of power is becoming more and more proficient, especially the ability to balance the elements of ice and fire when he was in the Roland family in Crimea, which made his perception more acute.

The imposing coercion was only aimed at the drunks around who wanted to mock Locke, and the other customers who sat further away were not affected, so the Rose Flower Tavern seemed quite normal at this time.

A thick layer of alcohol-smelling sweat soaked his clothes, and several drunkards around him who were shocked by Locke suddenly woke up from their drunken state, regardless of the unfinished wine on the table, they paid for it in a panic. Money left the tavern.

The coercion of a ground knight, even if it is less than one percent, is not something they can resist as ordinary people. Now the unattractive Locke, in their eyes, is the existence of a prehistoric beast.

For the few customers around who checked out and left, Memila was a little strange. She didn’t attribute the problem to Locke, and she didn’t even know that Locke just slightly punished a few people who wanted to speak ill of him.

Out of professional ethics, Memila has always been very attentive to this kind of “big customer”. People who can afford the most expensive wine naturally don’t care about the little tip.

“Do you need anything else? If you just drink, so many bottles will make your appetite very uncomfortable.” Memila said softly.

On the surface, she said so, but she didn’t care how many bottles Locke could drink.

After consuming four bottles of the highest grade ale, her commission was like twenty copper coins. This time, she and her father had found food for the next three days, so there was no need to ask the fat man in the back kitchen.

“Well… give me a plate of peanuts, and a plate of rabbit meat.” Locke said.

Obviously the wine is very high-end, but the accompanying dishes are mediocre, which made Memila a little strange, but she didn’t ask what she shouldn’t ask. After putting away the menu, she respectfully went to get something for Locke.

“Memila, you have earned it this time.” At the counter, Memila’s good sister Ruby said.

[End of this Chapter]