In a moment, there was not a single person standing in the tavern except for Locke, his men, and the slightly sluggish proprietress of the tavern. At this time, Locke walked slowly to the middle-aged man who was in the lead, stepped on his waist and asked, "Who gave you the guts to rob the money of the army of the Kingdom of Faustin?"

"My lord, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore. The middle-aged man was very acquainted, covered his bleeding mouth, bent down and whispered to him, he didn't dare to explain anything, and there was no reason to talk to this gang of fierce Faustin soldiers. Since he admitted his mistake, and these people have also been taught a lesson by them, it is difficult for Locke to continue to pursue it. Their battalion was under the management of the baron, and the baron demanded that he not disturb the people 'excessively', and Locke could not kill them all.

"Get out!" Locke kicked the low-voiced middle-aged man to get out. The middle-aged man left in a panic with his men, and the tavern was instantly quiet again. Looking at the tavern proprietress who was still in a sluggish state, Locke coughed lightly and woke her up.

"Thank you, my lord... I, I ... The proprietress suddenly woke up and hurriedly thanked her at a loss. The brutality of the soldiers just now frightened her, and she was still in a panic, but these people helped her, and she hurried to thank her.

"It's fine. Locke had a good impression of this beautiful proprietress so he stepped in to help her, "Since there's nothing to do, then we'll go." Locke waved his hand and interrupted her thanks as he motioned for his men to leave. Now that it was almost completely dark, and the barracks outside the town had lit torches, it seemed that dinner had begun, and I hope to save some for my people, Locke muttered.

The soldiers of Locke's squad all walked out of the tavern and towards the barracks outside the town. Locke walked last, and just as he was about to leave the tavern, a faint cry came from behind him. Locke glanced back at this, and the charming proprietress was lying on the front desk of the tavern sobbing quietly. Locke despised women crying, especially beautiful women who were older than him. Locke told his subordinates to go first, turned around and walked back to the bar, and gently patted the proprietress on the shoulder, "Don't cry, if you have something to say, I'll help you." Locke reluctantly comforted.

The glamorous proprietress lowered her head and listened, crying even louder, lying on the bar and sobbing. Locke is helpless, he has a way to deal with the enemy, let alone the gangsters, but against women, Locke has no tricks. Although he is not a junior brother, he really does not comfort women, can you expect a young man who has been in the barracks since he was just an adult to comfort a who is crying?

His subordinates are getting farther and farther, and they are almost out of sight, these guys are obviously ill-intentioned to go so fast, they seem to be the time when the two sublimate their relationship after the hero saves the United States, and what is it to insert themselves. So, the guys left their boss in the tavern very unjustly. Locke was very embarrassed at this time, and there was nothing he could do about this who ignored herself and just cried, let's go, it's not appropriate, people are still crying, don't go, what is it about a big man watching a woman cry here. I don't know, I think I've done something hurtful. Although Locke is not a good person, he really hasn't done such a thing as robbing people's girls.

Time passed slowly, and the crying of the proprietress slowly stopped, but she would still sobble from time to time. She secretly glanced at the man who didn't comfort herself, but just sat on the side with a stiff face for a long time, and couldn't help but laugh. At this time, she realized that this officer of the Faustan Kingdom was actually just a young man younger than herself, and Locke's calm and cold appearance was actually wrapped in a slightly young nature.

Locke was also broken by this laughter, different from the formulaic smile of the proprietress when buying wine and paying the bill, this somewhat playful and cute smile shocked Locke's heart. The glamorous proprietress Xia Qian also felt the change in Locke, she blushed and bowed her head to say to Locke again, "Thank you." ”

"Well, it's fine. Locke didn't say goodbye, he wasn't in a hurry to leave now, and the camp probably didn't have dinner in the morning. As for night checks, he is not afraid of being a team leader alone, and he has his own subordinates to help. He couldn't tell what his attitude was towards this boss lady now, but his instincts told him that he couldn't leave now. The two of them stared at each other like this.

Just when the eyes of the two were wider than each other, Locke smiled inexplicably. The glamorous proprietress Xia Qian was confused by Locke's inexplicable smile, and she followed Locke's gaze to the side of the bar, where several plain colored lingerie and clothes were scattered. "Ahh

Locke rubbed his ears, which were shocked by Xia Qian's scream, and smiled at Xia Qian, "Don't block it, I saw it anyway, and... Locke was just about to continue to say something, when he suddenly saw the glamorous proprietress lying on the bar at this time, although she pressed her clothes with her body, but her slightly loose clothes obviously couldn't suppress her plump body, and a piece of spring light appeared on her chest, so shocked that Locke forgot what he wanted to say, and held back a sentence in his mouth, "It's so big." ”

Xia Qian obviously found something too, and let out another scream, and hurriedly blocked the clothes in her hand to her chest, but this exposed her hot underwear to Locke's eyes again. This shrewd proprietress is like a frightened rabbit at this time, trying to block herself and hiding her clothes, which is very cute.

After a period of tossing and turning, the glamorous proprietress Xia Qian finally put away her scattered clothes and hugged her chest tightly. Please, you don't lie on your stomach, even if you don't cover it, I can't see it clearly, Locke complained in his heart. "Since there's nothing to do, and it's so late, I'm back to camp. Locke glanced at the glamorous proprietress and said, he really didn't know what he could do if he stayed here.

"Well... Okay, thank you, my lord, for today... The proprietress hasn't finished her words yet, "Goh... A belly scream came from Locke, and Locke was extremely embarrassed. "Your Excellency, you haven't had dinner yet, have you... Why don't you eat at my place tonight?" Xia Qian looked at Locke's embarrassment, the tension in her heart diluted a lot, the shrewd proprietress came back, she immediately invited Locke to eat at her place, she felt that she had to hug this thigh, which was also to thank Locke for his help today.

"That... Well, just do whatever you want. Locke thought that there was nothing to eat when he went back now, and he could only nibble on wheat cakes or brown bread, so it was better to eat here first. It was not polite for him to let the proprietress do something casually, but he knew that the current situation of the civilians in the Charlotte Kingdom had been captured by them, and most of them could not eat, let alone pick and choose, even if she ran a tavern, seeing that she was blackmailed by these local thugs today, it was estimated that life would not be much better.

"Well, okay, I'll do it for you now. Xia Qian first walked out of the bar, walked to the door of the tavern, pushed a wooden board on the side of the tavern door, and blocked the door of the tavern, which was considered closed. Then he twisted his ass and walked to the back kitchen of the tavern to cook for Locke. Locke observes that the glamorous proprietress has a flush on her face all the time when she closes the door, like a beautiful who wants to cheat, which is very seductive. It's, indeed, but it's not meant to cheat, Locke thought.

Watching the proprietress Shi Shiran walk to the back kitchen, Locke didn't sit anymore, he helped the proprietress pick up the copper dler that had been spilled before one by one, and re-wrapped it in the original package, it was already dark, and there were no lighting utensils, which was also one of the reasons why the proprietress only put away her clothes and didn't pick up the money, and Locke could only pick it up with a pair of night eyes that she had practiced in the past few years.