Chapter 709: purse
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 can't hide its inferior blade.
The handle is also wrapped in the most common layer of linen. The color of the linen is dark red, which should be impregnated by the blood stains of a long time ago.
The only thing that brought this dagger to the eye was the faint red shimmer shining at the blade. This is definitely not an ordinary dagger, because Memira saw many mysterious patterns in the subtlety of the short dagger.
"Is that the guest left behind?" Memila whispered.
Locke's dressing and dressing are average, but Memila has never seen anyone in Evra. From the temperament, Memila has never seen a similar person, especially the sneer in the afternoon. , Trembling.
While others didn't pay attention, Memila hid the blade quietly inside the sleeve of the sleeve. The short blade touched Memira's skin, and it was a little warm.
Memila did this not because of her fortune, but at the Rose Flower Tavern. Once she found something left by a guest, she had to hand it over to the smart boss.
In a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, it is normal to lose a thing. Even if it is picked up by the store, it will not be easily returned to the original owner. Memila just thought that if the customer came to drink next time, she would Return the dagger to the opponent.
In addition to the pale red shimmer of the blade, there was also a little greenery at the humble back of the blade. On the way home, Memila turned over and looked at this magical dagger.
Belonging to the home of Memila and her dad, in the northwest civilian area of Evra, every time she returned home from the Rose Flower Pub, Memela always had to walk for a long time at night.
In the first few years, Memela was still very afraid of walking alone at night, especially when there was no moon at night, but now, Memela has been downplaying all this.
In Memila's view, night, loneliness, and mystery are not terrible. What is more terrible is the hearts of people.
The moonlight is good tonight, the dark clouds only cover half of the moon's face, and there is still a fair amount of light shining down, reflecting Memira's slim figure.
Memira's shadow was long in the moonlight.
"Yo! Isn't this Memila?"
"Alone walking at night again? Do you want to accompany you?"
"The girl of the old Laren's family is getting longer and longer!"
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Around, there are many ruffians and gangsters in the civilian area, who are making fun of Memila who is going home alone. These people are not as powerful as the underground gangsters of Wally who collected debts before. They are called'bugs'. Can only bully orphans and widows who bully Memira.
In the face of the gossip and words around her, Memela was not affected by half of it. She knew that these people were only a bit of a lip spit. What she really wanted them to do, these people had no more courage than mice, so they were called ‘bugs’.
Thanks to the lord of Ephra City, who strictly enforces the law, Ephra City is the best place in the surrounding cities in terms of security management. It is also because of the reassuring law and order. The city has attracted more and more businessmen and adventurers, so that in just a few decades, it became the second largest city in the Fussen Kingdom after the capital.
Fifty years ago, the underground world of Ephra City was very chaotic. How could he be so kind to Memela when Wally and others collected debts during the day?
If put in the past, Memila's most likely destination is to be thrown into a brothel to sell her debts.
The civilian area of Evra is quite dilapidated, but it is not messy here. It is also thanks to the extraordinary vision of the distinguished master of the city, knowing that the neat streets will bring vitality and vitality to the future of the city.
There is a total of eight households in an alley deep in the civilian area. The Memila family is the innermost household.
It was already late at night, the civilians could not afford the oil lamps, so the alley was quietly, because the eaves were relatively short, even the little moonlight could not shine in here.
The smell around it was strange. It was a mixture of the smell of rancid water and excrement and the inferior wine. No matter how wise the lord, the lord, there were still some places in Evra that he could not see.
Lifting the skirt, Memila passed the dirty things carefully and walked towards her door.
This is Memila's only skirt without patches, and her ‘work clothes’. If the skirt is soiled, Memela is likely to wash dishes all day in the kitchen after work tomorrow.
Pushing open the wooden door, Memila was wrinkled by the smell of spirits lingering in the house.
After working in the tavern for many years, Memira has been immune to the wine. The reason for her discomfort is the man who collapsed in the middle of the room.
When did Dad start drinking alcohol, and after the death of his mother, Memila sighed silently.
Raising his dad hard, Memila is going to push this middle-aged man who weighs far more than he to bed.
Although it has just entered autumn, the ground is very cold in the middle of the night. Although Memela is not upset about her father, she does not want to let her leave her too early.
If Dad is gone, then Memira will be alone
"Well, Memila, you're back, how is your work today?" Lamren, Memila's father, asked half-open with drunken eyes.
Without answering, Memila just helped her father to the bed and returned to the kitchen to take a scoop of cold water and start washing.
Her relationship with her dad is now only the bond that connects the blood, the so-called pitiful, but the alcoholic Laren only remembers that she still has a daughter to raise when she wakes up in the middle of the night. .
The cold well water poured onto Memela’s moving carcass. In her understanding, only the coldest water at night can wash away the plumbum on her body, wash away the bad smell of wine, wash away During the daytime work, guests were teased and left with traces of salted pig hand.
Speaking of being teased by guests, Memila suddenly thought of the tip that unusual customer gave her during the day, and the silver coin fell so erroneously to her. Thinking of the scene during the day, Memila's face was ashamed Redness.
"Oh, that's right!" Memela, still thinking of a silver coin tip, hurriedly took out the silver coin from the inside of the clothes next to it, and put it in his own pocket.
There are now 36 silver coins in the purse.
After washing, Memila was not in a hurry to go to bed. She first hid the purse with silver coins in the gap between the black lacquered bricks next to the fire in the kitchen. This was to ensure that her alcoholic father would not secretly The money is used to buy alcohol and drink.
"I don't know if that guest will come tomorrow" Feel the faint warmth on the inner arm of the sleeve, Memila thought so.
Late at night.
