It was dawn, and the faint sunlight shone through the glass of the window, and Locke slowly opened his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the window, in the small square of Gadar, the cries of some footmen have already begun to be heard.

It seems that I drank a lot last night, and now my head is still groggy.

Locke tried to reach out and rub his head, but his arm seemed to be crushed by something.

That's when he felt that something was wrong, something in his body was pressing down on him. A spirit, Locke hurriedly raised his head to look at his chest.

Soft, long black hair curled up on his chest, and a woman lay asleep on her chest.

Seeing this, Locke hurriedly checked his clothes, there was no trace of the shirt and pants being taken off, and the clothes on the woman's body were still intact, she was wearing a blue linen dress, and there was no trace of taking it off.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid of these things these days, if he was drunk and confused this time and had a little ambiguous relationship with a woman, he really had to doubt himself.

There was Sally in the past, and there was Norris in the back, and now I really can't provoke other women.

Locke lay back on the bed, looking at the beams of the house with his eyes open. It's not always the way to go, and how did this woman get in?

Locke looked up again, and he gently pulled out the woman's left hand, and then brushed her hair away.

I knew it!

The woman lying in Locke's arms was Demitina, vaguely combined with the voice she heard vaguely last night, I am afraid that after she got off work, she sneaked into her room, but she didn't expect to sleep all night until now.

Locke reluctantly lay down again, pretending not to know about this matter, if it spreads again, then his reputation will be really ruined.

Soon, the dwarven liquor that Locke had poured last night had turned into urine after a night of digestion, accumulating in his bladder as a reminder of his presence.

But this is not the main thing, the main thing is that most men wake up in the morning, the main thing is the situation.

Morning erection!

Locke could only lie on the bed with his eyes closed in embarrassment, now that he was not wearing armor, most of Demitina's entire body on the bed was pressed against his body, and her thighs were still cocked horizontally on his thighs, covering them.

This will be anxious and depressed.

Locke was really helpless.

What can I do?

Looking at Demitina who was still sleeping in front of him, Locke had to come up with a solution.

He stealthily reached out of his left hand, and the light began to gather in his hand, and he aimed at the door in the distance and threw it over.

"Boom!"

The light energy cluster slammed against the wooden door with a soft thud.

Locke hurriedly put down his hand, lay down and pretended to be asleep, and Demitina in his arms heard the voice, and she began to move.

"Ahhh~~~" She lay on the bed and stretched her arms upward, stretched her waist and yawned, then turned around, continued to lie on Locke's side and changed into a comfortable position, leaned towards Locke and continued to sleep.

But soon, Demitina's hand touched Locke's body, and she touched it unconsciously, and suddenly she sat up.

"It's over! Finished! How did I sleep here all night! Demitina said with her face covered in annoyance.

Locke closed his eyes and forcibly pretended to be asleep, if he was awake at this time, how embarrassing it would be for the two of them.

Soon Demitina turned her head to observe Locke, and saw that he was still asleep, so she pressed her full chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and then crawled off Locke's body lightly.

Locke closed his eyes, only listened to a rumbling sound, and finally the door closed gently, and Locke was also relieved, he was really anxious for this clumsy girl, and in a panic, she touched the water cup on the bedside table.

Locke didn't care about anything else, he jumped out of bed and hurried to solve his personal problems.

With a long sigh of relief, Locke turned around and sat down on the bed.

His armor was neatly placed on the long table against the doorway, and Locke sat on the bed and watched the armor grow for a while, then got up and began to put on the armor slowly.

It's going up the mountain today, are you ready to face Sally when you arrive at the monastery?

And that poor elf of Noris.

Alas, take one step at a time.

Everything was packed up, and Locke opened the door and walked out.

In the lobby of the inn, there were not many people, and many of the guests who stayed at the hotel had not yet gotten up, so Locke walked to the bar and ordered breakfast from Hughes.

"Hughes, bring me a glass of cold milk and some haggis pies." Locke sat down at the bar with a shake of his neck.

"My lord, there is chilled milk, but the haggis pie is gone, do you want to change it?" Hughes suggested.

"Okay then, what's the pie here?" Locke said indifferently, he could live without eating meat anyway.

"It's just pumpkin pies." Hughes said helplessly.

"Oh? Why can't you even receive anything from other regions? Locke asked, surprised.

"Those monsters have blocked Eastern Lordaeron, and many caravans have no choice but to trade with the Dwarves and Stormwind Kingdom in the south via Icewind Ridge from the outskirts of Andorhar. But now those monsters of Andorhar are pouring out of the town, and now it's not peaceful there, and many caravans have stopped at Icewind Ridge trade routes and are cut off, and now there is a shortage of everything, so our business is not doing well now. Maybe in a few days the wine will be gone. ”

Hughes also explained with a wry smile.

If the inn is unable to provide food service and relies only on lodging services, the inn will soon lose business, and at worst it will close its doors, and hotel employees like Hughes and Demitina will lose their jobs. If once unemployed, demand exceeds supply in a densely populated place like Gadar, then it will be difficult for them to get a job.

"Okay, let's make a pumpkin pie." Locke said helplessly, "Actually, I hate the bitter taste of pumpkin. ”

"Oh, my lord, it's good to eat, you look at the refugees outside who are getting food from the church, you are already very happy in comparison."

The sound of hip-hop came from behind, and the soldier came again last night.

Although this does not sound very good, you can't deny that it is indeed true, as an aristocratic person, even if you consider those refugees, you may not be able to understand their suffering.

The soldier lay down on the bar, ordered a barbecue, a glass of cool spring water, and looked at Locke.

"Commander, you soiled my newly bought pants last night, you know, they were prepared by me to go to the girl." The soldier said in a laughing voice.

"Ha, thank you for your help last night, I'm sorry to stain your pants." Locke smiled and thanked at first. Then he teased, "For the sake of your pants, why don't I accompany you as a girl?" ”

"Oh~, no, no, no, Commander, your chick is so powerful, no one can stand her terrifying strength, maybe you can restrain her, you better enjoy it yourself." The soldier gave Lockeby a thumbs up, smirking and shaking his head.

Locke smiled and drank milk, he didn't know if the soldier was talking about Norris or Sally, but no matter which one they were, they were all powerful people, and ordinary people might not be able to hold it down.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Locke glanced at him with cold milk.

"Oh! Sorry, Commander! The soldier dropped the barbecue in his hand and put it on the plate, his hands were full of grease, and he rubbed his hands and sipped the grease.

Then he stood up straight and saluted, and said solemnly, "Report to the commander!" Corporal Powell Sullivan, Squadron A, E Company, 2nd Corps, reports to you! ”

Locke looked at the hip-hop soldier helplessly, he put down the glass of milk in his hand, stood up straight, returned a military salute, and then said.

"Corporal Powell, disband!"

The soldier turned around and grabbed his barbecue meat and tore it in large gulps, seeing that he was eating like a wild beast.

"Hughes, give us this brave corporal another roast, count it on me." Locke greeted Hughes.

Corporal Powell gobbled up the roast in his hand, and Locke inadvertently turned his head to find the soldier licking his fingers.

An indescribable feeling affected Locke, although it was the rest time of the Second Legion, most of the soldiers had returned to their homes, and the soldiers who did not have a home were not clear, most of them lived alone, and Locke did not understand their situation, but it was obvious that the single soldier in front of him was not doing well.

When the Second Legion was distributed, each soldier was also paid a few silver coins, which may not be much, but saving a little money should be enough for their expenses.

Corporal Powell in front of him, maybe he can't control his hands and feet because the expenses are too great, after all, he is a soldier under his command, and he can't watch him starve, right?

Locke ordered a roast for the soldier, and the soldier shook it for a moment, and then he said happily.

"Oh, Commander! I have to say you're a generous person! You are full of charm! No wonder the soldiers like you! There are also all kinds of beauties! For example, Sergeant Major Norris and..."

The soldier began to run the train again.

"Shut up and eat!" Locke turned his head in annoyance, this Corporal Powell is really...

Corporal Powell was not offended by this, and he smiled and asked Hughes to wrap up the roast that Locke had ordered for himself.

Then he said goodbye to Locke and walked out.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to be angry about this, what are the soldiers saying?" Hughes saw that Locke's expression was not good, and came out to persuade.

Locke drank the milk from the cup in one gulp, and he touched his lips.

"I know, Hughes." Locke pulled out a silver coin and began to check out, "These soldiers are fighting their strength on the battlefield, so it's understandable that they need to vent. ”

It's just that I don't want them to make fun of me!

Locke added in his own heart.

He is not a saint, he also has his own emotions and six desires, and he can't accept the ridicule of others.

Alas, is this right or wrong?

Locke packed all his belongings, left the inn, and walked towards the town hall, where his warhorse Lightning, had been deposited.

As the sky dawned, countless citizens had begun to work in the towns or to find a job of their own, and in the corners of some houses there were poor people in rags waiting for alms.

Locke sighed inwardly and forced himself to ignore the poor people, who should be left to the town hall, who were also subjects of the Crusaders and should not beg here like this.

Soon Locke heard a familiar voice.

It was Corporal Powell's voice.

Locke turned his head to look.

Corporal Powell was handing out something in the middle of a group of poor people.

"Hey! Old Carl, don't worry, eat slowly, I still have it here. ”

"You, be careful, drink more water."

"Old Tina, I've got a barbecue here to take home for your grandson and granddaughter to eat."

Locke gradually stopped, and he looked at everything in front of him.

Corporal Powell held a large cloth bag in his hand, and kept taking out black bread from it and distributing it to the poor.

One by one, they lined up and took the black bread from Corporal Powell's hand, some of them stuffed it directly into their mouths, while others carefully kicked it into their arms.

They bowed respectfully to Corporal Powell.

Locke was stunned.