"That's it!" The female Knight smiled happily.

Before Locke could react, she saw that the female knight had gone to the stalls of several demon hunting Knights around to talk to some knights.

"Hal, where are those magic books you seized? Give them to me!"

"Eric, you don't think it's cheap to sell the magic book you got by killing those two black magicians last time. Give it to me first and I'll give you a good price!"

"Sister wennath, do you have any extra magic books? Give them to me."

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When the female Knight stood in front of Locke again, "crash", a pile of magic books half a person high scattered on the stall.

Looking at the new pages of the magic book and the smell of books, Locke can be sure that most of them are new books.

But the only thing that is a little contrary is that the covers of some of the magic books are stained with blood.

It seems that she saw Locke's eyes. The female Knight's face was not red and her heart didn't jump. She explained, "you see these books are so clean. You'll definitely earn 10 gold coins for a kilo, and you can rest assured that the source is absolutely normal!"

If Locke believes her words, there is a ghost. It is estimated that in the idea of the female knight, as long as the booty from the "black magician" is a legal commodity, and whether the magician was a black magician or not, since you have been killed by me, I say you are you.

The half person high stack of books in front of Locke made his heart twitch and his wallet twitch at the same time.

Most of the magic books are very thick head books. One book is not light. This pile adds up to thirty or forty.

Although there is no specific weight of energy, each knight is extremely sensitive to the mastery of power. Locke wrapped all his books and knew seven or eight points when he mentioned it.

"This is 1300 golden moles, please keep it!" Locke handed the female knight a Warcraft crystal core and a money bag.

The advanced Warcraft crystal core was exchanged by Locke for Bili with golden Moore. Bili didn't earn a penny from Locke and sold it to Locke almost at the purchase price. Therefore, compared with golden Moore, Locke's transaction with Warcraft crystal core is more cost-effective.

The female knight who got a lot of money was very happy and invited Locke into the tavern for two drinks.

Locke, who had been standing on the street for a while, felt a little thirsty and gladly accepted the invitation of the female knight.

In addition to them, the black knight who set up the stall also asked his companions to watch the stall for him, and followed the female knight and Locke into the tavern.

"Lenny, here!" The three of them had just entered the tavern. A call came from a corner in the tavern.

"Coming, brother!" The female Knight replied, one step ahead.

When Locke walked over, he found that there were several Knights sitting at this table, each of whom felt not weak to him. The first was a knight with a small scar on his face. His originally handsome face made the scar damage slightly ferocious.

However, the ferocious knight, with a soft expression, joked with the female knight.

"Moss, you're here too!" The knight saw the black armored man coming, "how are things selling?"

The black armour man just reluctantly smiled and said, "it's OK."

Hearing what the black armor man said, the knight's expression also converged. The black armor man sold not only his booty, but the harvest of their whole team. Even a quasi knight is not qualified to carry seven or eight magic items.

"It's all right. There's so much traffic in this place. Don't worry about selling it!" The knight comforted the black armor man.

There are seven people in their team, including two quasi knights and five high-level knights. Even with such a strong lineup, they can only be regarded as ordinary in the group of demon hunting knights. If the harvest of each task is not much greater than the pay, it will be difficult for them to live for a long time.

It seems that the atmosphere is somewhat depressed. The female Knight holding the wine bottle in her hand took the black armor man and the Scarface knight to sit on the seat, "today's harvest is not good. Don't think about those sad things. Come on, I'll introduce you a friend!"

Then the female Knight pointed to Locke and introduced to all the Knights present.

Locke just came in to drink. These knights are obviously people in a circle. How can he tolerate an outsider and introduce his name to each other? Locke found a corner next to him and asked for a bottle of iced beer to drink.

Through a brief introduction, Locke knew that the scarred knight was Wright, the real brother of the female Knight Lenny, and the black armor knight was moss. In addition to the three of them, there were four male knights at the table. The strength of these people was above the senior attendants.

Among them, scar Knight Wright and black armour man moss are the strongest. Locke has determined that both of them are quasi knights.

Xiaxi at home can only brew ale. She hasn't learned beer yet because she still has her own financial studies.

Locke hasn't had this authentic beer for some time.

The conversation on the table next door grew louder and louder with the downing of several bottles of beer, including the female Knight Lenny. Their voices grew louder and louder one by one, which did not arouse Locke's disgust. Locke listened to the anecdotes and anecdotes of several people while enjoying the wine.

These people have been promoted to high-level attendants for several years. They are definitely much more experienced than Locke. Locke didn't expect that Lenny, a female knight, is 30 years old this year and six years older than Locke.

"Sister, should you think about personal matters?" The scarred Knight Wright, who drank a lot of wine, urged his sister's private affairs again. "I think that bolt was good last time!"

"No, he looks like an orangutan. Brother, do you have the heart to marry your dear sister?" The female Knight Lenny blushed drunk and took the scarred man's arm for a while.

"Then he is at least a quasi knight. I won't be with you in the future, and someone can protect you." Wright's painstaking persuasion.

"Hum, why are you not with me? Did you find me a sister-in-law? Even without you, brother moss protects me!" The female knight is reluctant to give up. Instead, she is talking about marriage and is determined not to give in.

"Your brother moss has his own niece to take care of. How can he take care of you?" Wright stared, and the scar on his face was as terrible as a living centipede.

However, the female knight was not frightened. Instead, she threw up a grimace, left her brother with beer and went to chat with other knights on the table.

"Moss, how's your niece?" After the female Knight left, Wright asked the black armor man.

"Well, before this departure, I put her in foster care at her aunt's house." Moss said, sipping his wine.

"Alas, you are still young. Don't take yourself in all your life." Perhaps after drinking too much, Wright became a little sentimental. He patted the black armor man on the shoulder and persuaded him, "I believe trilis thinks so, too."

"I know everything, but I can't rest assured of the child poky." Moss sighed.

Black armour man moss is 45 years old. As a quasi knight, he is at the last peak of his life. Once he passes the threshold of 50, his strength, flexibility and other conditions will decline. Finally, he retreats to a high-level attendant. His strength is stable.

Moss never married in his life. He had a childhood girl named Trish. They had been married for life since they were very young.

However, later, after moss accidentally came into contact with the power of fighting spirit and magic, he resolutely left the small mountain village and went out to pursue his knight's way. His fiancee trilis also supported him at that time.

But what they didn't expect was that this parting was 20 years apart.

When moss was in his thirties, he returned home with the strength of a high-ranking attendant. The girl he loved had died of illness, leaving only a dependent niece.

Trish didn't get married until she died. She had been waiting for moss to come back. That's why moss felt that he owed Trish too much. Although he has known many good women up to now, he hasn't been moved. He wants to replace Trish and raise her niece Poji.

After a mouthful of wine, moss lay on the table and fell into the memory of his sweetheart. This wine will not have any impact on the quasi Knight moss, but everyone gets drunk if he is not drunk.

"I really want to go back to my hometown!" Lady Knight Lenny kicked her legs, looked up and took a sip of wine.

"I haven't been to Lenny's hometown yet. It seems to be in the south of the mainland?" Asked a short knight in their team.

"I've been with the boss for three years. Don't you know?" Another knight looked contemptuously at the short knight.

"I forgot it. I remember it before!" The short Knight said angrily.

"It seems to be some sovereign territory in the South called the League of liquia." Said a yellow haired knight.

"Rick collar!" Lady Knight Lenny made a sudden noise.

"Yes, this is the territory." As soon as the Yellow haired Knight remembered, he turned around and saw a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"After this mission, let's go back and have a look ~" the scarred Knight Wright went to his sister and patted her armor.

He and his sister Lenny haven't been home for a long time. Although their parents have died, they still have some other relatives. It's good to go back and see the old man.

"The League of Lycia?!" Locke, sitting not far from them, let out a cry.

When the scarred man and others turned their heads curiously, Locke had come over with a bottle of beer.

"Are you Knights of the League of Lycia?" Locke asked in surprise. Eavesdropping on other people's conversation is impolite, but it's such an insignificant topic that the Knights rarely care. Moreover, there are many people in the tavern.

"No, just me and my sister, and moss." The scarred Knight Wright looked at Locke suspiciously.

"Hello, let me introduce you again. My name is Locke, from the kingdom of faustan!" Locke smiled and handed him his hand.

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