Chapter 6

Locke followed Uncle yoshake downstairs. At the corner of the stairs, he saw the beautiful landlady at the front desk. The boss's wife who was calculating the account bent over on the counter. From Locke's point of view, she could just see the white greasy touch on her chest, and the boss's wife in the account was full of intellectual beauty. Locke was stunned and almost slipped down the stairs.

At this time, it is close to evening, the sunset is dyed red, and the orange light shines in through the curtain of the bar. There are not many big soldiers still drinking in the bar. Except that Locke's team is still waiting for Locke, there are only a few people left in twos and threes. When Uncle yoshake came downstairs, he first greeted the soldiers who were still in the bar, "boys, it's almost dinner time. I'll go back to the camp first. Don't be greedy." After the rest of the soldiers in the bar responded respectfully, uncle York nodded back to himself and left first.

After sending uncle yoshake out of the bar, Locke came back to see his men. These guys are almost the same age as him, even younger than him, and their drinking capacity is much worse than him. Except Hans and Kane, the rest of Yade and Phil obviously drink a little high, blush on their faces, and lie on the table and don't know what to say. There were only two or three empty cups in front of each of them, which was almost the amount of a bottle that Locke and Josh drank upstairs. However, the quality of the wine they drink is a little lower than Locke's, just ordinary chilled ale. Of course, except that Locke invited the first cup, the rest should be out of his own pocket.

"You guys, you can't drink enough. Give me so much back. Are you sincere enough to make trouble for me?" Locke smiled and cursed at his men lying in the corner of the tavern. In fact, they usually drink by themselves, that is, one cup. When they are rich, they drink two cups. Today, because Locke and Josh have been talking for a long time, they can't help spending money on another cup or two. This is the amount.

After drinking the wine, everyone was even more unrestrained to the team leader who was loyal enough. They ignored Locke's jokes and scolds, and kept lying down in the fan. Kane and Hans are going to force Locke down and order two more cups. "Captain, it's your treat today. What do you mean you haven't had a drink with your brothers? Sit down quickly and let's have two drinks." Kane said to Locke.

"Stop talking. Do you think these guys can drink? Do you want to go back to camp tonight? Hurry to pull them and wake them up! Otherwise there will be no food later." Locke quickly waved his hand, "today is my problem. I've been talking for a long time. Hang everyone here and invite everyone to drink another day!"

When it comes to this, Locke's men are not without eyes. Most of them stand up. Kane and Hans also pull the people who can't stand up and prepare to leave. At this time, it was getting dark, and there were no drinking soldiers in the tavern except Locke in the corner.

At this time, a line of about 15 or 6 young men with ragged clothes and yellow complexion came into the pub. It should be the remnant of the town. Locke looked at it with a fixed look. The group of uninvited guests came in angrily. The leading middle-aged man was just about to say something when he suddenly saw Locke in the corner. The standard military clothes exposed Locke's identity. The leader's face changed and quickly held back his words. He squinted at the soldiers with fear and awe. The party he took suddenly became quiet, but also slightly restrained and motionless.

Locke was obviously not interested in the sudden emergence of the poor people in the town. He beckoned his men to leave. Before leaving, he went to the shopkeeper's wife at the counter to settle today's account. 10 cups of ordinary ale cost a total of 10 copper Deloitte. Plus two bottles of high-quality ale, it's also 10 copper Deloitte. Together, it's a total of 20 copper Deloitte, which is very cost-effective. Locke took out his purse, took out 20 of them and photographed them at the front desk of the bar.

Locke heard the sound of swallowing in his throat from the ragged poor. Locke observed that they dared not look at their money bags, but stared at the money at the bar front desk and swallowed. 20 tongdele is a lot of money here. This bar seems to be very popular today, with a total of 30 or 40 people. However, don't be confused by this superficial phenomenon. Most people here sit down for an afternoon. They are not as lucky as Locke's men. There is a captain who buys himself a drink. They all spend it by themselves. How much spare money can you expect from these people, who are mostly third-class soldiers and servants? They usually only come for a drink, but they rely on this cup to brag and pass the time.

It is estimated that the profit of this bar in a normal day is more than 30 pieces of copper. Even when business is bad, it is possible to have only 20 pieces. In other words, the money Locke photographed is almost close to the one-day turnover of the bar.

The landlady looked at the middle-aged man who led a group of people in with some fear at first, and then saw Locke come up to check out. She flattered Locke with a smile and said welcome to him next time. Locke nodded, glanced at the group of slightly cramped people, and greeted his men out of the tavern.

However, as soon as he got out of the tavern, there was a faint murmur of drinking and swearing with Charlotte's strong local voice and the voice of women crying and begging. Locke looked back and saw that four or five of the poor blocked the door of the tavern to prevent people from seeing the situation inside. Locke was stunned. He wanted to see what the gang were up to. Locke looked at the shabby sherlow poor people blocked at the door. These low-class poor people with dark faces and only skin and bones blocked his sight. Although they were not disrespectful to themselves, Locke dared to block his sight. Locke was angry. Under Locke's more and more sharp gaze, the gatekeepers couldn't resist. They withdrew their bodies fearfully, revealing a gap that could be seen inside.

I saw a slightly strong Charlotte poor man in the tavern grabbing a package from the tavern landlady. The tavern landlady cried and said something to the leading middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was indifferent. Several malnourished boys around were holding several copper Delors and counting excitedly. This is the money he just paid for the wine, Locke thought.

"What are you doing!" Locke suddenly shouted coldly. The slightly noisy voice in the tavern suddenly quieted down. Just outside the tavern, Locke's men, who had not taken a few steps, also heard the head's bad voice, turned back and walked back. Although they were drunk, they were also soldiers. They woke up a lot for the first time. They looked in along the head's eyes and understood that the soldiers began to rub their hands. This is the rhythm to teach people a lesson.

Meiyan's landlady's voice of crying also stopped. She looked at the officer of the forstan kingdom with a trace of masculinity outside the tavern. She knows Locke. It is said that this is an officer with a small background and strength. She has come here to drink wine several times. Unlike ordinary rough and flowery soldiers, this is an easy-going and temperament man. Meiyan's landlady has a good impression of Locke. Is he trying to help me? Xiaxi, the beautiful landlady, suddenly longed for it.

"My Lord, this is our business in Giza town. What can I do for you?" Perhaps he was frightened by Locke's cold voice, or the pressure from the soldiers of the kingdom of faustan around him was too great. After a moment of silence, the leading middle-aged man had to ask.

Locke narrowed his eyes and slowly walked into the tavern. His men followed. Kane and Hans gave a foot to several poor people who were still guarding at the entrance of the tavern to get away. A wail sounded. Locke went to the sherlow poor man who robbed the package with the beautiful landlady at the front desk. Locke's height of 1.75 meters put a lot of pressure on this guy who was slightly bent and malnourished. His hand in a stalemate with the landlady suddenly shook and loosened, and the package was pulled open in an instant. "Wow", the sound of a piece of copper coins falling, estimated to be 30 pieces, There are also a few slightly loose lingerie and clothes. Well, they should belong to the charming landlady.

"Pa", Locke first slapped the guy who robbed the landlady's package, rolled him out, and then slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who led a group of sherlow poor. "Sir, you..." What else did the middle-aged man want to say, "pa", another slap in the face. Locke was not soft, but the middle-aged man had some strength. He didn't roll out like the man before. Instead, Locke pulled out a few teeth and bent down to cover his face. The two slaps seemed to be a signal. Locke's brothers rolled up their sleeves and gave a vivid lesson to the gang in the tavern. Yad kicked down the young man holding several copper Delors next to him. Hans lifted two thin guys like a brown bear and closed his arms to make them have a close contact. Kane slapped the poor sherlow in the two taverns, From the beginning to the end, he was learning from Locke. Even Phil dragged a man about his age, and the rest followed suit, beating the mob in the tavern to cry.