Chapter 705: Memira

"Good biological core, it seems that you guys are quite rich. I want to take you as a vassal knight, giggling." Jelena smiled.

Two first-level biological cores are expensive as a ride fee, but it seems expensive, but the parties did not care about this little money, and they fought together anyway. These two cores were regarded as a witness of their acquaintance.

"Cyberth Empire, don't forget!" The floating ship has already flew away, and the sound of Jelena echoed in the air, which is the amplification of low-level magic.

Packing up his luggage, one person wore a black magic robe and one person wore a light blue armor. This pair of obvious magicians and knights was on the road again.

"Master Ashaer." Locke said suddenly.

"Well?" Under the black robe, Ashaer got a good body.

"I heard that there are fewer free knights here. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, why would you declare that I am your vassal knight?" Lock tried to ask.

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"Master Ashaer?"

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"You didn't answer, but gave me a reply." Locke said silently.

"Yep"

"Then did you agree?" Lock asked again.

This time, Axal ignored Rock, but wore a magic robe, and let the wind blow to the distance.

The Kingdom of Fussen, a weak kingdom under the United Kingdom of Jeclo, can refer to the Kingdom of Fustan in the three western islands.

The strongest man in this kingdom is nothing more than a second-level summoner. In order to avoid the warning of those in power in the kingdom, Locke and Ashaer both converge their breath and strength in the territory of the Kingdom of Füssen, pretending to be an ordinary adventure By.

Ephra City, an important provincial capital city in the central part of the Fussen Kingdom, is the closest large city to the capital and ranks second among the cities in the Fussen Kingdom.

Locke, who entered the city as an adventurer, was given a temporary residence ID card after paying a silver coin.

"Master, why don't we fly in directly? And, in this ordinary city, what can we do?" Locke, wearing armor, asked Ashael in front of him mentally.

"Experience the life of ordinary people is also a kind of experience, and I also need to add some experimental materials." Ashaer said lightly.

Within the sphere of influence of Jecorro United Kingdom, the term "magician" rarely appears, and the most frequent occurrence is "summoner".

The largest number of casters in the city of Efra are also summoners, magic apprentices of other power systems, and few.

"I went to the alchemy shop in the city center to buy some materials." Ashaer said.

"Then I'll wait for you in that pub." Lock said with a finger to a pub in the street for the rose flower.

Frowning, Ashaer always hates alcohol. But fine wine is Locke's favorite. After getting along for so long, Ashaer and Locke are adapting to each other.

There was no objection. Ashar walked towards the central street of the city. A small amount of alcohol. Ashar was still acceptable. It would be a big time to open a magic shield.

Locke's demonized armor was put away by Locke. In the eyes of everyone around him, Locke walked into the tavern.

High-end items such as demonized armor are relatively rare in the city of Efra, and many passersby speculate that Locke is a powerful high-level servant strongman.

Memila is a 13-year-old ordinary girl in the city of Evra. She has a poor family. Her mother died early. In order to supplement her family, Memila has been working in a tavern since the age of nine.

There are no relatives in the family, there is only one father. If that is all, there is no need for Memila's hard work, but unfortunately, Memira's father is an alcoholic.

Standing in front of the door, formulating Xiaoyinyin greeting each guest who entered the tavern, this is the work of Memila.

It may be inherited from the beauty talent of the deceased mother. Memela's skin is whiter than milk. Although her nose has a little pimple, it does not affect Memela's overall appearance.

"Welcome!" Memila said, bending over and respectfully, before she could see clearly the appearance of the guest, and a voice calling her came from behind the tavern.

"Memila, your father is drunk again!" It was Memila's father's drinker, a middle-aged bearded middle-aged who made Memela disgusted.

At the innermost corner of the tavern, a brown-haired middle-aged man was completely slumped on the wine table, purring loudly and mixing with the noise of other guests around him, which together constituted this tavern 'Lively'.

Next to the middle-aged man, there was a big beard with a red nose and garlic, he was a man named Memira.

The customer who hadn't had time to pick up the door came in and said to the sister at the counter that Memila hurried over to take care of it.

The smell of wine and the smell of men's sweat in the surroundings were very uncomfortable when Memila just took over the job, but Memela has been used to it for so many years.

"Uncle Crow, can you please send my father back?" Memila begged to the bearded man, who was both Memela's father's wine friend and her neighbor.

"Oh, since it's Memela's request, Uncle Crowan will do it. It's just that the wine hasn't been paid and your father is drunk again," Klaun said, rubbing his hands, and his family's situation was better than that of Memela's. Better, but drinking with Memila's father and never paying for it himself, this is a smart bearded man.

No need for Memila to think about it, she also knew how her father with the big beard was fooling in front of him. Memila had already accepted her fate when she was such a dad.

"I know that money will be deducted from my wages, but please ask Uncle Crowen to persuade my father that my wages this month are only enough to buy brown bread at home, don't let him drink anymore." Memela He whispered that although there was no difference between this sentence and Bai said, Memila still hoped that this beard could persuade her father.

"Sure, sure." The beard **** snapped loudly. "How can Memila eat dark bread. Memela can come to my house if she wants. I will let Miller make potato cakes for you."

When Bearded said this, his arm leaned naturally against Memira, to be precise, rubbed towards Memira's chest.

Working in a place where dragons and snakes are mixed in the tavern, Memila has not seen any harassment in a few years, and learned to be smart after eating a few losses.

Moving backwards flexibly and avoiding the bearded salty pig hand, Memila said respectfully, "Then trouble Uncle Kraun."

Memila escaped, his beard was not angry, he was also a little drunk now, he picked up Memela's father next to him, and walked staggeringly out of the tavern.