Locke, who was left to hang out after entering the tavern, and then watched a scene of a poor daughter raising a drunken father and a gangster to collect debts, has some novelty and some sympathy for the civilian life that takes place at the bottom of Evra City.

His sympathy was naturally for Memila, and although Memila was talking to her Uncle Crawn and the gangster Wally outside the door in a very small voice, this sound did not escape Locke's ears.

In terms of status, with the strength that Locke has now, it is enough to make him equal to the most noble person in this Fusen Kingdom, but in the face of the misfortune of these low-level civilians, his most rational approach is to look on the sidelines.

I don't know how many ordinary people in this world are as pitiful as Memila, and the number of low-level civilians in the Fusen Kingdom alone is millions, how can Locke take care of them all.

Moreover, Locke is not obligated to help them.

The blood on his hands could add up to fill the city of Evra, and Locke wasn't a bad guy, he was an executioner.

"Distinguished guest, what kind of wine do you need?" said Amira's glutinous voice, which was unique to a thirteen-year-old girl.

The owner of this Rose Flower Tavern is very good at business, and the clerks selected are all underage girls under the age of fifteen, and the fragrance and vitality of the girl not only elevate the level of this tavern, but also the cost is not much, but also attract many repeat customers.

But if these guests want to do anything to buy and sell in public, and bully these girls, the thugs raised by the boss at a large price are not dry meals.

Of course, there are two or three types of people who are exceptions.

One is the aristocracy, and their forced acceptance of folk girls is sometimes a blessing for the common girls, because they no longer need to run around and work for life from now on.

One is a wealthy merchant, who is legally allowed to have one husband and three concubines in the Fusen Kingdom, and with enough money, it is not uncommon to marry more wives and concubines.

The last type is the adventurer, especially the kind of adventurer with extraordinary strength, whether it is a powerful fighting spirit or a magical summoning technique, in the civilian circle of Evra City, it is everyone's after-dinner conversation. The thugs raised by the boss can't beat the adventurers with extraordinary strength.

Memira's voice is good

Listen, there are her true colors, and there are also things she specializes in, and after working in the tavern for so many years, Amira has already become a qualified waitress.

Sometimes the pleasant voice is also a kind of enjoyment, and Locke doesn't quite understand how experienced Ashar is to experience ordinary life, but it is another thing to actually feel it.

Not to mention anything else, at least in addition to Emira's voice, her appearance is more in line with Locke's aesthetics.

"Huh, you have ale here?" Locke looked at the menu in surprise.

The people of the East Coast loved to drink rum, and although it had a higher content than ordinary wine, Locke preferred a full-bodied, long-bodied ale.

Or rather, Locke was more accustomed to drinking ale, a hobby that he had not changed over the years from the ordinary soldiers of the kingdom of Faustin.

"Yes, our ale brewing technique was imported from the southern kingdom of Poses, and it is very popular with adventurers in the past. Memira replied.

Locke didn't dress like a nobleman or a wealthy merchant, but there was an aura on his body that scared Memila and made her involuntarily admire, which Memila hadn't felt in the previous adventurers.

Don't...... Memila felt a little excited.

The wine ordered by Locke is the most common ale wine in the store, but there are several grades of ale wine, such as the cheapest one that Memila and her father drank before, seven copper coins per glass.

As a matter of course, Memira subconsciously took it for granted, and Locke chose the two most expensive ales in the store.

"Two bottles of each of these two bars, I'll taste the difference. Locke said.

Customers who drink in taverns often count by the glass, and Locke asks for four bottles when he comes up, not only Memira is stunned, but even the customers who hear Locke's voice around him also look at Locke curiously.

Those who had drunk a little could not control their hands and mouths, and now there were already a few men who were about to laugh at Locke.

Even the adventurers who are known for their bravery rarely drink four bottles of ale at once, let alone the two highest-grade ale wines in the store.

But these are coming out

The guy who is not inferior to words, when the words come to the mouth, is like a male duck who has been pinched in his throat, but he can't say a word when he opens his mouth for a long time, but his face is red, which is frightened.

There is no need for Locke to do other means, just a simple release of a little coercion, which is enough to shock this group of drunks and dare not move.

Locke's control of power has become more and more proficient, especially when he was in the Roland family in Crimean City, and the ability to balance the elements of ice and fire has made his perception more and more acute.

The coercion of the momentum was only aimed at the drunks who wanted to taunt Locke around him, and the other customers who were sitting farther away were not affected, so the Rose Flower Tavern seemed very normal at this time.

A thick layer of sweat with the smell of alcohol soaked his clothes, and several drunkards around him who were shocked by Locke suddenly woke up from their drunken state, regardless of the unfinished wine on the table, and left the tavern in a panic.

The coercion of an earth knight, even if it is less than one percent, is not something that they can resist as ordinary people, and now Locke, who is not good-looking, is the existence of a wild beast in their eyes.

Memira was a little strange about the few customers who left the checkout, she didn't attribute the problem to Locke, she didn't even know that Locke had just punished a few people who wanted to speak out against him.

Out of professional ethics, Memira has always been very attentive to this kind of 'big customer', and those who can afford to drink the most expensive wine will naturally not care about the little tip.

"Do you need anything else? If you just drink alcohol, so many bottles will make your appetite very uncomfortable. Memila said softly.

On the surface, she said so, but in fact, she didn't care how many bottles Locke could drink. Four bottles of the highest-grade ale wine, after consumption, her achievement is like twenty copper coins, this time the food with her father for the next three days has been found, there is no need to beg the fat man in the back kitchen.

"Well... Give me a plate of peanuts and a plate of rabbit meat. Locke said.

Obviously, the wine is very high-end, but the dishes are average, which makes Memira a little strange, but she won't ask herself what she shouldn't ask, and after putting away the menu, she respectfully went to get something for Locke.

"Memila, you've earned it this time. At the counter, Ruby, Memila's good sister, said.

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