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Because of his own arbitrariness, he lowered his impression of this Corporal Powell's image.

If you get information about Corporal Powell, your first impression is that you are a hip-hop, big-hearted, non-commissioned officer who can't control his own mouth.

But it's such a person, but he's doing something he doesn't have the courage to do!

Can you say that his actions are not noble? Isn't his behavior merciful enough?

Locke looked at him quietly, although he still had a relaxed expression on his face, but his eyes were extremely serious.

He was able to call every poor person by name, understand their family situation, and act appropriately and securely.

"Hey Kerry, come here." He beckoned to a young boy in the corner in the distance.

The little boy came up to him and bowed to him.

"What about your father? Is Old Kerry lazy again? Corporal Powell put away the hip-hop on his face, and he asked the little boy with some anger.

"No, sir, my dad is injured and he can't come out to work." The little boy stubbornly shook his head, denying his claim.

"Ugh." Corporal Powell sighed, and he took out two large pieces of black bread from his cloth bag and handed them to Kerry Jr.

"Take it back." Powell handed little Kerry bread, and little Kerry took the long black bread in his arms and bowed deeply at him.

"Go back and tell your dad old kerry, if I find out he made you out to beg again, watch out for his doglegs!! I'm really going to break it this time! Corporal Powell shouted at the child's back as he walked away.

"Got it!" Little Kerry bounced out of here.

Corporal Powell shook his head and continued to hand out brown bread to other poor people.

These brown breads are made by fermenting the bran of the coarsest wheat that has been milled off during the grinding process, such as the germ, the aleurone layer, and a small amount of endosperm, so it is more nutritious than refined flour bread, but the bread is not sweet, and it tastes very bitter, which is not accepted by the middle and upper class citizens.

These foods were widely spread among the lower classes of civilians, they were of high quality and inexpensive, a piece of bread only cost 5 copper coins, and when eating, it was necessary to use a knife to cut it into pieces and soak it in water, otherwise the pieces of black bread could even be used as a murder weapon, they were unusually hard, and it was very painful to hit people. If a family of four is frugal, a loaf of brown bread will feed them for a day.

After Corporal Powell finished handing out the brown bread, there were still many poor people around who had not received the brown bread.

Corporal Powell couldn't help with this, and he used up almost the salary paid to him by the crusaders, and he also needed to repair his weapons and armor, which needed to be repaired at his own expense at the blacksmith shop in the town of Gadar.

Corporal Powell looked at the crowd of poor people in front of him, they looked at him expectantly, and Powell's hip-hop expression was gone.

He bowed his head in some shame.

I'm sorry, that's all I can do.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, someone behind him called his name and rank.

"Corporal Powell!"

Powell turned his head and saw their commander, Major Locke.

He was standing behind him, observing his actions, his eyes full of relief.

Powell blushed, as if something bad had been discovered, and he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Oh, it's you, Commander." Powell held the cloth bag in his hand and scratched his head.

"Well done!" Locke stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a small bag.

"You have succeeded in changing my opinion of you, Corporal Powell, I remember your name. You take the money! Do what you want to do! Think it's for the Crusaders! ”

Locke gave him a look of encouragement, ignored his embarrassed look, and left the place.

Behind him, Corporal Powell opened the small bag, and inside it were dozens of shiny gold coins, golden yellow light piercing his eyes.

"Wow!" Corporal Powell exclaimed, then turned his head and shouted at Locke.

"Commander! I thank you for your generosity on behalf of these poor people! Your will will be carried forward! Your name will be in the hearts of the poor! Thank you again!! Commander Locke!! ”

Locke held out his hand and gestured to him with a palm, the symbol of the Silver Hand's banner.

Corporal Powell turned around happily and said to the poor man in front of him, "Wait here, I'll bring you bread!" ”

Locke has lived in this world for a long time, and it is only then that he has slowly converted this world currency clearly.

Each race in Azeroth has its own currency, but these race-specific currencies can only be circulated within their own race. For example, the bright-topped mushrooms of the Outlander Spore People and the almond coins of the goblins in the future, and so on.

Most human beings use precious metals such as gold, silver and copper as the currency of transactions, which are divided into gold coins - silver coins - copper coins according to the preciousness of the metal, one gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins.

If you convert it to the currency of the earth, one copper coin is equal to one dollar, one silver coin is equal to one hundred dollars, and one gold coin is equal to ten thousand dollars.

Due to the huge reproduction ability of the human race, human beings are scattered all over the Eastern Kingdom continent, and other intelligent races have gradually deepened their understanding of human beings, and when they trade with humans, they use human currency to settle accounts, and gradually they accept the convenience brought by human currency, and begin to circulate precious metals as currency in Azeroth, which was later also known as universal currency.

And Locke gave Corporal Powell dozens of gold coins at once, which is equivalent to directly giving him hundreds of thousands of huge sums, if he is a little darker, he can hide it and squander this money.

If Powell uses this money to do these things, it will be enough to do it for a long time, and his heart will be comforted by it.

Locke instantly felt that his mood had improved, he hadn't been so happy in a long time, and he had been in a dull mood due to the recent headache events.

It seems that only by doing more good deeds can people's hearts be sublimated and comforted, and their dreams can be firm.

After taking his horse from the stables of the town hall and giving the keeper of the stables a silver coin, Locke left Gadar with his thanks, and rode towards the monastery at the top of Darren's mountain.

After several hours of galloping, Locke arrived at the monastery at noon, and as he passed the Whispering Garden, there were noticeably more light and dark sentinels.

"Major Locke, please show your ID." At an improvised barricade, Locke was stopped by Crusader soldiers.

A sergeant with his squad was defending the area, and he saluted Locke for his papers.

Locke rolled over and dismounted, pulled out his papers and handed them to him.

The sergeant just did his duty, he glanced at the scroll in his hand, and then handed it to Locke and said.

"Welcome home!"

The sergeant saluted again and ordered the soldiers to open the improvised barricades for defense.

"Thank you." Locke returned the salute and led the horse inside. He wasn't riding a horse anymore, but he was in front of him at the stable, and when he got there, he just put the horse in.

In the Whispering Garden, many bored soldiers were chatting, they saw Locke leading the warhorse, some nodded to him, and some looked at him whispering.

"Whoa! Major Locke is back, presumably this time Major Locke will be promoted again. The soldier said with a little envy.

"What's this!? If you were as strong as Major Locke, you wouldn't be more than a sergeant by now. ”

"You say, Inspector Whitemayne and Sergeant Major Norris, what will Major Locke choose?"

"Shut up, it's not something we can discuss! And don't talk about this kind of thing again, be careful that I beat you, Lurs, Major Locke will not be talked about. ”

An admirer of Locke.

"Did the idiots of the Second Legion eat chili peppers? One by one?"

"Really? Do you want to have a fight? Lurs. ”

"Just do it! Who is afraid of you! ”

Soon there was the sound of soldiers fighting.

Locke lowered his head and walked forward step by step.

The one who should come will come, and it's already to the point where there is no hiding, so let's go.

Following the path of the Whispering Garden to the stables, Locke put his horse into the stables and turned to his quarters in the barracks.

Along the way, soldiers greeted him, and he smiled and nodded to the soldiers one by one.

Some bold female soldiers will also take the opportunity to throw themselves a wink or something, and Locke can only smile bitterly at this.

Back in the dormitory, Locke found that things had changed dramatically.

First of all, the other beds were gone, the house looked spacious, the floor was very tidy, and on the left side there was a large standing cabinet where the bed had been placed, and next to the cabinet there was a half-length dummy, which was used to support the armor.

Directly in front of the cabinet is a large double bed covered with neat white sheets and quilts. There are two bedside tables at each end.

On the right side of the house was a large desk, on which were stacks of parchment and light paper, and on the left side of the table, a three-legged candle holder with three brand-new candles on it. On the right are some of the books circulating in the Crusaders for the training of officers. There is also a vase made of wooden teacups with a bouquet of calming flowers on it.

To the left of the desk was a tall bookshelf filled with thick books, Elven, Dwarven, and most human.

There were also some toiletries near the doorway of the house, and directly opposite there was a fireplace with brand new firewood.

Locke watched all this with some dumbfounded.

This...

Am I in the wrong place??!!

This!

Is it my home?