Nice creature core, it looks like you're pretty rich, and I want to take you as a vassal knight, giggles. Terina covered her mouth and laughed.

Two first-level biological heart cores are used as ride expenses, which is expensive no matter how you look at it, but the parties don't care about this little money, they have fought together, and these two heart cores should be regarded as a testimony of their acquaintance.

"Cybers Empire, don't forget!" the float had already flown away, and the air echoed with Terina's voice, which was the amplification of low-level magic.

After packing their luggage, one wearing a pitch-black magic robe and the other wearing light blue armor, the obvious duo of magician and knight set out on the road again.

"Master Ashar. Locke said suddenly.

"Huh?" Under the black robe, Ashar's body froze.

"I've heard that there are fewer freelancers here, so in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, why don't you declare me your vassal knight?" Locke tried to ask.

“......”

"Master Ashaar?"

“......”

"You didn't say yes, but you gave me a reply. Locke was speechless.

"En......"

"So that's a promise?" asked Locke again with certainty.

This time, Ashar ignored Locke, but put on his magic robes, let the wind blow, and walked into the distance.

......

The Fussen Kingdom, a weak kingdom under the United Kingdom of Tekkolo, can refer to the Faustan Kingdom of the Western Isles in terms of national strength.

The strongest person in this kingdom is only a second-level summoner, in order to avoid attracting the vigilance of the kingdom's authorities, Locke and Ashar in the territory of the Fusen Kingdom, both restrained their aura and strength, and only pretended to be ordinary adventurers.

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

The two Locke, who entered the city as adventurers, were given an identity tag for temporary residence after paying a sum of silver.

"Master, why don't we fly in directly, and what can we do in this city of ordinary people?" Locke, who was wearing armor, asked Ashar in front of him with his mental power.

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

In the United Kingdom of Tekolo's sphere of influence, the term 'magician' rarely appears, and the most frequent occurrence is 'summoner'.

The largest number of spellcasters in Evra City are also summoners, and there are only a handful of magic apprentices in other power systems.

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

"Then I'll wait for you at that tavern. Locke casually pointed to a tavern on the side of the street called the Flower of Roses.

frowned, Ashar has always hated alcohol, but wine is Locke's favorite, and after such a long time together, Ashar and Locke are getting used 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, and it was a big deal to open a magic shield when the time came.

The demonic armor on his body was put away by Locke, and under the astonished gaze of the people around him, Locke walked into the tavern.

High-end items such as demonic armor are still relatively rare in Evra City, and many passers-by have speculated whether Locke is a powerful high-level attendant.

Memira is a thirteen-year-old ordinary civilian girl in Evra City, her family is poor, her mother died early, in order to support the family, from the age of nine, Memila began to work in a tavern.

There are no relatives at home, only one father left, if that's all, there is no need for Memila to work so hard, but unfortunately, Memila's father is an alcoholic.

Standing in front of the door, greeting every guest who enters the tavern with a formulaic smile, this is Memela's job.

may inherit the beauty talent of her deceased mother, Memila's skin is whiter than milk, and although there is a little pimple on the tip of her nose, it does not affect Memela's overall appearance.

"Welcome!" said Memila, bending down respectfully, and before she could see the guest's face, a voice calling out to her came from the tavern behind her.

"Memila, your dad is drunk again!" said Memila's father's drinking friend, a bearded middle-aged man who disgusted Memila.

In the innermost corner of the tavern, a middle-aged man with brown hair was lying on his stomach

On the wine table, the snoring sounds are earth-shattering, mixed with the cacophony of other guests around them, and together they make up the 'liveliness' of this bistro.

Next to this middle-aged man, there was a bearded man with a red garlic nose, and he was a man named Memila.

Before she had time to welcome the customers at the door to come in and take their seats, she said something to the sister at the counter, and Memira hurriedly ran over to take care of it.

The smell of alcohol and men's sweat around her was very uncomfortable when she first took over the job, but after so many years of perseverance, Memila has long been used to it.

"Uncle Crawn, can you please send my father back?" Mémila pleaded to the bearded man, who was both Memilla's father's drinking friend and her neighbor.

"Hehe, since it is little Memila's request, Uncle Clun will definitely do it. It's just that the price of this wine hasn't been paid yet..... And your father is drunk again......" said Crowne, rubbing his hands, his family was in a better situation than Memela's, but he drank with Memela's father, and never paid for it himself, a shrewd bearded man.

There is no need for Memila to think about it, she also knows how the bearded man in front of her fooled her father, and with such a father, Memila has long accepted her fate.

"I know that the money for the wine will be deducted from my salary, but please Uncle Clun go back and persuade my father, my salary this month is only enough to buy black bread for the family, don't let him drink again......" Memila whispered, although this sentence is no different from saying it in vain, but Memila still hopes that the bearded man will persuade her father.

"Definitely, definitely. The bearded chest snapped, "How can you let Memila eat brown bread, if Memira wants, you can come to my house, and I'll ask Miller to make you potato cakes." ”

As the bearded man said this, his arm leaned unnaturally towards Memila, or more precisely, towards Memela's chest.

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

Stepping back nimbly, dodging the bearded groping, Memira said respectfully, "Then trouble Uncle Cloun." ”

He was dodged by Memila, and the bearded man was not angry, he was also a little drunk now, and he picked up Memila's father next to him, and staggered towards the outside of the tavern.

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