Heimarian Odyssey - Chapter 709

[Chapter 709 Money bag]

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

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

The only thing that makes this dagger extraordinary is the light red shimmering light on the blade. This is definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memila has seen many mysterious lines in the subtleties of the dagger.

“Did the guest leave it behind…” Memila whispered.

Locke’s clothes and attire are average, 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 one in the afternoon. Hmph, my heart trembled.

When others were not paying attention, Memila quietly hid the blade inside her sleeve, and the short blade touched Memila’s skin, which was still slightly warm.

Memila didn’t do this out of greed, but in the Rose Flower Tavern, once any items left by guests were found, they had to be handed over to the shrewd boss.

In a place like a tavern where there are dragons and snakes, it is normal to lose something. Even if the store finds it, it will not be easily returned to the original owner. Return the dagger to the opponent.

In addition to the light red shimmer on the blade, there is also a little green lingering on the inconspicuous back of the blade. On the way home, Memila looked at this magical dagger over and over again.

It belongs to Memila and her father’s house, in the northwest civilian area of Evra. Every time she returns home from the Rose Flower Tavern, Memila 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 long taken all this lightly.

In Memila’s view, the dark night, loneliness, and mystery are not scary, but the human heart is even more terrifying.

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

Memila’s shadow is very long in the moonlight.

“Yo! Isn’t this Memila?”

“Walking alone at night again? Do you want big brother to accompany you?”

“The girl from the old Laren’s family is getting more and more juicy the longer she grows!”

“…”

Around, many ruffians and hooligans in the civilian area teased Memila who came home alone. These people are not as powerful as Wally, who collected debts before, and the underground gangsters. They can only bully orphans and widows in the civilian areas of Memila.

Facing the gossip around her, Memila was not affected at all. She knew that these people were just talkative, and if she really wanted them to do something, 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 security management, and it is precisely because of the reassuring law and order that Evra City Only then did the city attract more and more businessmen and adventurers, so that in just a few decades, it became the second largest city in the Kingdom of Fussen after the capital.

Fifty years ago, the underground world of Evra City was very chaotic. How can it be so ‘friendly’ to Memila when Wally and others collected debts during the day.

In the past, Memila’s most likely destination was to be thrown into a brothel to sell herself to pay off her debts.

The civilian area of Evra City is quite dilapidated, but it is not dirty here. It is also due to the extraordinary vision of the distinguished city lord, who knows that clean streets will bring vigor and vitality to the future of the city.

In a certain alley deep in the civilian area, there are a total of eight households here, and Memila’s house is the innermost one.

It was already late at night, and commoners could not afford to light oil lamps, so the alley was quiet, and because the eaves were relatively low, even a little moonlight could not shine in here.

The surrounding smell is very strange, it is a mixture of bad water mixed with excrement and bad wine. No matter how wise the noble lord of the city is, there are still some places in Evra that he can’t take care of.

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Lifting her skirt, Memila carefully stepped over the mess and walked towards her door.

This is Memila’s only unpatched dress, and it is also her ‘work clothes’. If the skirt is stained, Memila will probably have to wash dishes all day in the back kitchen tomorrow to work.

Pushing open the wooden door, Memila frowned from the lingering smell of spirits in the house.

Working in a tavern for many years, Memila has long been immune to the smell of alcohol. The reason for her discomfort is the man who collapsed in the middle of the room.

Since when did Dad start to drink heavily, maybe after his mother passed away, Memila sighed silently.

After struggling to lift her father up, Memila was about to push the middle-aged man, who weighed much 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 Memila was very disappointed with her father, she didn’t want him to leave her too early.

If Papa leaves too, then Memila will be alone from now on…

“Well…it’s Memila, you’re back, how is your work today?” With a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, Memila’s father Laren asked with half-opened drunken eyes.

Without answering, Memila just helped her father onto the bed with difficulty, then went back to the kitchen to take out a ladle of cold water and began to wash.

The relationship between her and her father is now only the bond of blood. The so-called family affection is pitiful, and the alcoholic Laren only wakes up in the middle of the night for a few minutes every day to remember that he still has a daughter to raise. .

The cold well water was poured on Memila’s beautiful carcass. In her perception, only the coldest water at night can wash away the leaden luster on her body, wash away the unpleasant smell of wine, and wash away the days. Molested by guests at work and traces of salty pig hands left behind.

Talking about being molested by a guest, Memila suddenly thought of the tip given to her by that unusual guest during the day, the silver coin fell to her so obscenely. Flushed with shame.

“Oh, that’s right!” Memila remembered that there was a silver coin as a tip, and hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of the clothes next to her, and put it in her purse as a treasure.

Now, there are 36 silver coins in the purse.

After washing, Memila was not in a hurry to go to bed. She first hid the money bag containing the silver coins in the gap between the black stone bricks next to the kitchen fire. This was to ensure that her alcoholic father would not Secretly used the money to buy wine.

“I don’t know if that guest will come tomorrow…” Memila thought so, feeling the faint warmth on her arm inside the sleeve.

Late at night.

[End of this Chapter]