The Rise of the Grassroots Rider

Chapter 6. Lessons

Locke followed Uncle Yoshak downstairs. At the corner of the stairs, he saw the beautiful proprietress at the front desk again. The landlady who was settling accounts was bent over the counter. From Locke's angle, he could just see the whiteness on the landlady's chest. Moreover, the landlady who was settling accounts was filled with a kind of intellectual beauty. Locke was stunned and almost fell down. stairs.

It was already approaching evening, the setting sun dyed the sky red, and orange-red light shone through the bar curtain. There were not many big soldiers still drinking in the bar. Except for Locke and his team who were still waiting for Locke and the others, there were only a few in twos and threes left. After Uncle Yoshak came downstairs, he first greeted the soldiers still in the bar, "Boys, it's almost dinner time. I'm going back to camp first. Don't be greedy." The remaining soldiers in the bar responded respectfully. After making a sound, Uncle Yoshak turned around, nodded to himself, and left first.

After sending Uncle Yoshak out of the bar, Locke came back to see his group of men. These guys were about the same age or even younger than him, and their drinking capacity was much worse than him. Except for Hans and Kane, who were still alive and kicking, the rest The guests, Yade, Phil and others, were obviously a little drunk, their faces were flushed, and they were lying on the table muttering something unknown. There were only two or three empty glasses in front of each of them, which was almost as much as the bottle Locke and Yoshack drank upstairs. However, the wine they drank was of a lower grade than Locke, just ordinary iced ale. Of course, except for the first drink, which was bought by Locke, the rest should have come from his own pocket.

"You guys, if you can't drink enough, you still drink so much for me, are you sincerely causing trouble for me?" Locke laughed and cursed at his men lying around in the corner of the tavern. In fact, they usually only drink one drink by themselves, or two drinks when they are rich. Today, because Locke and Yoshak talked for a long time, they couldn't help but spend money to drink one or two more drinks. This time That's the amount.

After drinking, everyone became less restrained towards their loyal team leader. They ignored Locke's laughter and scoldings, but just kept lying there and staring in confusion. Kane and Hans were even more prepared to force Locke out of his seat and order two more drinks. "Captain, what do you mean you're treating me today and you haven't had a drink with the brothers yet? Sit down quickly and let's have a drink." Kane said to Locke.

"Stop talking about it. Do you think these guys can still drink? If they drink again, why don't they go back to the camp tonight? Quickly pull them and let them sober up! Otherwise, there will be no food later." Locke quickly waved his hand, " Today is my problem. We have been talking for a long time, so I will leave everyone here and treat everyone to a drink another day!"

When it came to this, Locke's men didn't look away. Most of them stood up. Kane and Hans also pulled those who couldn't stand up and prepared to leave. It was getting dark at this time, and except for Locke and the others in the corner, there were no soldiers drinking in the tavern.

At this time, a group of about 15 or 6 people walked in from outside the tavern, young and middle-aged men in ragged clothes and sallow complexions. They should be the remaining residents of the town. Locke looked at it calmly. This group of uninvited guests walked in aggressively. The leading middle-aged man was just about to say something when he suddenly saw Locke and the others in the corner. The standard military uniforms revealed their identities. The leader's expression changed and he quickly held back his words. He squinted at the group of soldiers with anxiety and awe. The noisy chatter of the group of people he led suddenly fell silent, and they also remained slightly restrained and motionless.

Locke obviously had no interest in this group of poor people who suddenly appeared in the town. He waved his men away. Before leaving, he first went to the counter to settle today's bill with the landlady. 10 cups of ordinary ale cost a total of 10 copper dlers, plus two bottles of higher-quality ale, which also cost 10 copper dlers, adding up to a total of 20 copper dlers. ,Good deal. Locke took out his wallet, took out 20 coins, and patted them at the front desk of the bar.

Locke heard the swallowing sound in his throat, which was made by the ragged poor people. Locke observed that they did not dare to look at their own money bags, but stared at the money at the front desk of the bar and swallowed. 20 Coins is a lot of money here. This bar seems to be very prosperous today, with a total of thirty or forty people. However, don’t be fooled by this superficial appearance. Most people here sit there for the whole afternoon. They don’t Locke's men were so lucky to have a captain who invited them to drink, and they all consumed it themselves. How much spare money can you expect this group of people, mostly third-class privates and servants, to have? They usually only come here for a drink, but they just rely on this drink to pass the time by bragging.

The normal profit of this bar in a day is estimated to be more than 30 copper deleurs. Even when business is not good, it may only be more than 20 copper deles. In other words, the amount of money Locke took was almost close to the bar's daily turnover.

The proprietress first glanced at the middle-aged man who led a group of people in with some fear, and then saw Locke coming up to pay. She smiled flatteringly at Locke and said to him that she was welcome to come back next time. Locke nodded, glanced at this slightly awkward group of people, and waved his men out of the tavern.

However, as soon as he walked out of the tavern, there was faintly heard from the tavern the low voice of Charlo with a strong local accent and the faint voice of a woman crying and begging. Locke looked back and saw four or five people from the poor group blocking the entrance of the tavern to prevent others from seeing what was going on inside. Locke was stunned. He wanted to see what these people were going to do. Locke looked at these poor Charlots in ragged clothes blocking the door. These low-class poor people with dark faces and only skin and bones actually blocked his sight. Although they were not disrespectful to him, they dared to block his sight. Locke was angry. . Under Locke's increasingly sharp gaze, the gatekeepers could no longer resist. They timidly withdrew, revealing a c***k through which they could see inside.

I saw a slightly strong poor man from Charlo in the tavern grabbing a package from the tavern proprietress. The tavern proprietress was crying and saying something to the leading middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was indifferent. Several malnourished people around him The boy held a few copper coins in his hand and counted them excitedly. This is the price of the drink he just paid for, Locke thought.

"What are you doing!" Locke suddenly shouted coldly. The slightly noisy voices in the tavern suddenly fell silent. Locke's men, who had just walked a few steps outside the tavern, also heard the boss's unkind voice, turned around and came back. Although they were drunk, they were also soldiers. They sobered up a lot immediately. They followed the leader's gaze and understood in their hearts that the soldiers were beginning to gear up. This was the rhythm of teaching people a lesson.

The beautiful landlady's crying voice also stopped, and she looked at the Faustin Kingdom officer with a hint of masculinity outside the tavern. She knew Locke. It was said that he was an officer with a small background and strength. He had come to her place for drinks several times. He was different from the ordinary soldiers who were rough and talkative. He was an easy-going and temperamental man. The glamorous landlady has a good impression of Locke. Is he going to help me? The beautiful proprietress Xia Qian suddenly said with longing in her heart.

"Sir, this is an internal matter within our town of Giza. Are you okay?" Perhaps he was frightened by Locke's cold voice, or perhaps he was under too much pressure from the soldiers from the Faustin Kingdom who had gathered around him. The middle-aged man had to ask after being silent for a while.

Locke squinted his eyes with a cold gaze and slowly walked into the tavern, followed by his men. Kane and Hans kicked each of the poor people who were still guarding the door of the tavern and told them to get away, and there was a wailing sound. sounded. Locke walked up to the poor man from Charlo who was fighting for a package with the beautiful proprietress at the front desk. Locke's height of 1.75 meters put a lot of pressure on this guy who was slightly stooped and malnourished and only 1.7 meters tall. He was in a stalemate with the proprietress. His hand suddenly trembled and he let go, and the package was instantly pulled open. "Wow", there was a sound of falling copper coins. There were probably thirty of them, and there were also a few slightly loose women's underwear and clothes. Well, it should be this. It belongs to the landlady who still has charm.

"Pa", Locke gave the guy who snatched the boss's package a loud slap and drove him out. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who had led a group of poor people from Charlo. "Sir, you..." What else did the middle-aged man want to say, "Pa", another slap in the face. Locke did not show mercy, but this middle-aged man still had some strength and did not get out like the previous person. , but 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 one after another and taught the group of people in the tavern a vivid lesson. Yard kicked the young man who was holding a few copper coins next to him. Instead, Hans lifted up the two thin guys like brown bears, and brought them into close contact with each other. Kane slapped the two Charlot poor people in the tavern wildly, from beginning to end. He was imitating Locke. Even Phil, a boy about the same age as him, dragged a man about his age to a black tiger and ripped out his heart. The rest of the people followed suit and beat the r****e in the tavern until they cried for their fathers and mothers.