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

The handle of the knife is also wrapped in the most ordinary layer of linen, and the color of the linen is dark red, which must have been soaked in blood stains from a long time ago.

The only thing that made this dagger extraordinary was the faint red glimmer that shone from the blade, and this was definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memila saw many mysterious lines in the subtleties of the dagger.

"Did the guest leave it......" Memila whispered.

Locke's dress and dress are average, but Memila has never seen any different people in Evra City, and in terms of temperament, Memira has never seen similar people, especially the cold snort in the afternoon, which shook her heart.

While others weren't paying attention, Memila quietly hid the blade inside her sleeve, and the short blade touched Memila's skin, and there was a faint warmth.

Memira did not do this out of the interest of money, but in the Tavern of the Rose Flower, if she found any items left behind by a guest, she had to hand them over to the shrewd boss.

In a tavern or other place where dragons and snakes are mixed, it is normal to lose something, and even if the store picks it up, it will not be easily returned to the original owner, and Memila just wants to return the dagger to the other party if the next time the customer comes to drink.

In addition to the reddish shimmer of the blade, there was also a little green lingering on the back of the inconspicuous knife, and on the way home, Memira looked at the magical dagger over and over.

Belonging to Memila and her father's home, in the northwestern civilian area of Evra City, Memila always has to walk for a long time at night every time she returns home from the Rose Flower Tavern.

In the early years, Memila was still very afraid of walking alone at night, especially when there was no moon at night, but now, Memila has long looked down on all this.

In Memila's view, the night, loneliness, and mystery are not terrible, but what is more terrifying is the human heart.

The moon was fine tonight, and the dark clouds only covered half of the moon's face, but there was still a considerable amount of light shining down, reflecting Memela's slender figure.

Memila's shadow stretched long under the moonlight.

"Yo, isn't this Memila?"

"Are you walking alone at night again? Do you want your big brother to accompany you?"

"The girl of the old Laren family is getting more and more watery as she grows!"

“......”

Around, many ruffians and gangsters in the civilian area teased at Memila, who went home alone, these people are not as powerful as the underground underworld of Wally, who collected debts before, and they are called 'bedbugs', so they can only bully and bully the orphans and widows in the civilian area of Memila.

In the face of the gossip around her, Memila was not affected by half of it, she knew that these people were just mouthful, what do you really want them to do, these people are not much more daring than mice, so they are called 'bed bugs'.

Thanks to the 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 security that Evra City has attracted more and more merchants and adventurers, so that in just a few decades, it has become the second largest city in the Fusen Kingdom after the royal capital.

Fifty years ago, the underground world of Evra City was very chaotic, how could it be so 'kind' to Memila when Wally and others collected debts during the day today.

In the past, Memira's most likely fate would have been to be thrown into a brothel to pay off her debts.

The civic quarters of Evra City are quite dilapidated, but they are not dirty, thanks to the extraordinary vision of the noble lord of the city, who knew that clean streets would bring life and vitality to the city's future.

In an alley deep in the civilian area, there are eight households, and Memila's house is the innermost one.

At this time, the night was already deep, and the commoners could not afford to light oil lamps, so the alley was quiet, because the eaves were relatively low, and there was not even a little moonlight here.

The smell around was strange, a mixture of the stench of rancid water and excrement and the smell of inferior wine, and no matter how wise the noble lord was, there were still places in Evra that he couldn't see.

Lifting her skirt, Memira cautiously walked past the mess and towards her door.

This is the only dress that does not have a patch, and it is also her 'overalls', and if the skirt is soiled, Memila will probably have to wash the dishes all day in the back kitchen tomorrow.

Pushing open the wooden door, Memila frowned at the lingering smell of liquor in the house.

Having worked in a tavern for many years, Memira has long been immune to the taste of alcohol, and the reason for her discomfort is the man who collapsed in the middle of the room.

When did my father start drinking heavily, after her mother died, Memira sighed silently.

With great difficulty in helping her father, Memira was ready to push the middle-aged man, who weighed much more than him, into bed and put to sleep.

Although it was just autumn, the ground was very cold in the middle of the night, and although Memira was very angry with her father, she didn't want her father to leave her too early.

If Daddy is gone, then Memila will be alone from now on......

"Hmm... It's Memila, you're back, how is your work today?" asked Memela's father, Laren, with half-open drunken eyes, with a strong smell of wine in his mouth.

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

The relationship between her and her father is now only the link that connects the bloodline, the so-called family affection is pitiful, and the alcoholic Laren only wakes up in the middle of the night every day when he remembers that he still has a daughter to raise.

The icy well water poured on Memila's moving carcass, and in her mind, only the coldest water at night could wash away the lead from her body, wash away the unpleasant smell of wine, and wash away the traces of salty pig's hands that were teased and left by the guests during the day's work.

Speaking of being teased by the guest, Memila suddenly thought of the tip given to her by the guest with an unusual temperament during the day, and the silver coin actually fell to her so obscenely, remembering the scene during the day, Memila's face turned red with shame.

"Oh, yes!" Memila, who remembered that there was still a silver coin to tip, hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of the clothes next to her, and put it in her money bag with great importance.

Now, there are 36 silver coins in the purse.

After washing, Memira did not rush to bed, she first hid the money bag containing the silver coins in the gap between the black stone bricks by the kitchen fire, so as to ensure that her drunken father would secretly use the money to buy alcohol.

"I wonder if that guest will come tomorrow......" Memira thought as she felt the faint warmth on her arm on the inside of her sleeve.

It was late at night.