Locke followed Uncle Joshak downstairs, and at the corner of the stairs he saw the glamorous proprietress at the front desk again. The proprietress who was settling the accounts was bent over on the counter, from Locke's angle, he could just see the whiteness on the proprietress chest, and the proprietress in the reckoning was full of intellectual beauty, Locke was stunned and almost lost his footing and rolled down the stairs.

It was already approaching evening, and the setting sun was staining the sky red, and orange-red light was shining through the bar curtain. There weren't many big soldiers in the bar who were still drinking, except for the people in Locke's team who were still waiting for Locke, there were only a few people left. When Uncle Yoshak came downstairs, he greeted the soldiers who were still in the bar, "Boys, it's almost time for dinner, I'll go back to the camp first, don't be greedy." The rest of the soldiers in the bar responded respectfully, and then Uncle Yoshak turned around and nodded to himself, and left first.

Sending Uncle Joshak out of the bar, Locke came back to see his men, these guys were about the same age as him or even younger than him, and the amount of alcohol was much worse than him, except for Hans and Kane, who could still be alive, and the rest of Yard, Phil and the others were obviously a little drunk, their faces flushed, and they lay on the table and didn't know what to say. There were only two or three empty glasses in front of each of them, about the same amount as the bottle that Locke and Joshak had drunk upstairs. However, the wine they drank was of a lower grade than Locke, just ordinary cold ale. Of course, except for the first cup, which was invited by Locke, the rest should be out of his own pocket.

"You guys, you can't drink enough to drink so much for Lao Tzu, are you sincere in causing me trouble?" Locke laughed and scolded at his men lying in the corner of the tavern. In fact, usually they drink by themselves is the amount of one glass, and when they are generous, they drink two glasses, but today because Locke and Yoshak have been talking for a long time, they can't help but spend money to drink another glass or two, and this time the amount is reached.

After drinking, everyone was even more unrestrained by the captain who was righteous enough towards him, and he ignored Locke's laughter and scolding, and he still stared at him in a daze. Kane and Hans were ready to push Locke out of his seat and order two more drinks. "Captain, what do you mean by your treat, and you haven't had a drink with the brothers yet? Sit down quickly, let's have two drinks. Kane said to Locke.

"Don't talk nonsense, you see these guys can still drink? Drink again, will you go back to the camp tonight? Hurry up and pull them and let them sober up! Otherwise, there will be no food to eat later." Locke hurriedly waved his hand, "Today is my problem, it's been a long time to talk about it, let everyone hang here, and invite everyone to have a drink another day!"

Speaking of which, Locke's men were not without eyes, most of them stood up stiffly, and Kane and Hans also went to pull the people who couldn't stand up and prepared to leave. At this time, it was getting dark, and there were no more soldiers in the tavern who were drinking, except for Locke in the corner.

At this moment, a group of about 15 or 6 young men in ragged clothes and yellow faces walked in from outside the tavern. It should be the remaining inhabitants of the town. Locke looked at it without moving. This group of uninvited guests walked in menacingly, and the middle-aged man in the lead was just about to say something, when he suddenly saw Locke in the corner, and the standard army uniforms revealed Locke's identity, and the leader's face changed, and he quickly held back his words. Squinted eyes in apprehension and awe at the group of soldiers. The group he led suddenly quieted down from their noisy voices, and they were also slightly restrained and motionless.

Locke was clearly not interested in the sudden appearance of the town's poor, and he beckoned his men to leave. Before leaving, he went to the lady at the counter to settle today's account, 10 glasses of ordinary ale cost a total of 10 copper deleters, plus two bottles of higher quality ale wine are also 10 copper deleters, adding up to a total of 20 copper deleters, very cost-effective. Locke pulled out his money bag, took out 20 of it, and slapped it to the front desk of the bar.

Locke heard the sound of swallowing in his throat, from the ragged paupers, and Locke observed that they did not dare to look at their money bags, but instead stared at the money at the front desk of the bar and swallowed their saliva. 20 Copper Delle is a lot of money here, this pub seems to be very prosperous today, there are thirty or forty people in all, but do not be fooled by this superficial phenomenon, most of the people here sit and sit for an afternoon, they are not as lucky as Locke's men, there is a captain who invites himself to drink, and they all consume it themselves. How much money can you expect from this group of men, most of whom are privates and servants? They usually only come for a drink, but they rely on this one cup to pass the time by bragging about it.

The normal daily profit of this bar is estimated to be more than 30 copper dele, and even when business is bad, it is possible that there are only more than 20 coins. In other words, the money that Locke auctioned is almost close to the bar's turnover in a day.

The proprietress first glanced at the middle-aged man who led a group of people in with some fear, and then saw Locke come up to settle the bill, she smiled at Locke flatteringly, and said to him that she would welcome him next time. Locke nodded, glanced at the slightly cramped group, and beckoned his men out of the tavern.

However, as soon as he walked out of the tavern, there was a faint whisper of scolding in Charlot's strong country accent and the sound of a woman crying and begging. Locke glanced back, and saw four or five of the paups blocking the tavern door to prevent anyone from seeing inside. Locke was stunned, he wanted to see what the gang was going to do. Locke looked at the ragged Charlotte paupers blocking the door, these dark-faced and skinny poor people actually blocked his sight, although he was not disrespectful to himself, but dared to block his sight, Locke was angry. Under Locke's increasingly sharp gaze, the gatekeepers couldn't resist it, and they timidly withdrew their bodies, revealing a gap that could be seen inside.

I saw a slightly strong Charlot poor man in the tavern snatching a package from the tavern's hand, the tavern was crying and saying something to the leading middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was indifferent, and several malnourished boys around him were holding a few copper ladles in their hands, and counted them excitedly. This is the money he just paid for the drink, Locke thought.

"What are you doing!" Locke suddenly exclaimed. The slightly noisy voices in the tavern suddenly fell silent. Locke's men, who had just walked a few steps outside the tavern, also heard the unkind voice of the leader, and turned around and walked back. Although they were drunk, they were also soldiers, and they sobered up a lot for the first time, and they looked into it with the eyes of the head, and understood in their hearts that the soldiers began to rub their hands, which was the rhythm of teaching people.

The glamorous proprietress stopped crying, and she looked at the officer of the Faustin Kingdom with a hint of masculinity outside the tavern. She knew Locke, who was said to be an officer with a small background and strength, who had drunk a few times when he came to her, and was an easy-going and temperamental man unlike the average rough, flowery soldier. The glamorous hostess has a good impression of Locke. Is he going to help me?

"My lord, this is an internal matter of Giza Town, do you have something to do?" Perhaps frightened by Locke's cold question, or the pressure from the surrounding soldiers of the Forstein Kingdom was too great, the middle-aged man in the lead had to ask after a moment of silence.

Locke squinted his eyes and gave him a grim gaze as he slowly walked into the tavern, followed by his men, and Kane and Hans kicked each of the paupers who were still guarding the tavern door to get out of the way, and a wail rang out. Locke walked to the front desk next to the Charlotte who grabbed the package with the glamorous proprietress next to him, Locke's height of one meter 75 gave this guy who was slightly rickety, malnourished and only one meter seven tall guy put a lot of pressure, his hand that was stiff with the proprietress suddenly trembled and loosened, and the package was pulled open instantly, "Wow", the sound of a copper coin falling, it is estimated that there are thirty, and a few slightly wide women's underwear and clothes, well, it should be the boss lady who still has this charm.

"Smack", Locke first gave the guy who grabbed the boss's package a loud slap and rolled him out, and then slowly turned to look at the middle-aged man who led a group of Charlotte poors. "Your Excellency, you ... What else did the middle-aged man want to say, "pop", another slap, Locke didn't have a soft hand, but this middle-aged man still had some strength, and he didn't get out like the previous person, but was pulled out by Locke A few teeth, bent over to cover his face. These two slaps seemed to be a signal, Locke's brothers rolled up their sleeves and taught the tavern a vivid lesson, Yard kicked down the young man next to him who was holding a few copper dregs, Hans lifted the two emaciated fellows like a brown bear, and put his arms together to make them have a close contact, Kane slapped the two Charlotte paupers in the tavern, from beginning to end, this is learning from Locke, even Phil this kid dragged a man about his age to a black tiger heart, and the rest of the people did the same, beating the rabble in the tavern to cry dad and mother。