Chapter 6 Teach Them a Lesson

Locke followed Uncle Joshak down the stairs. At the corner of the stairs, he saw the beautiful lady boss at the front desk again. The lady boss, who was settling accounts, was bent over and lying on the counter. From Locke's angle, he could see the white and smooth chest. Moreover, the lady boss had a kind of intellectual beauty when she was doing accounts. Locke was stunned. He almost rolled down the stairs. At this time, it was already close to evening. The sunset dyed the sky red, and orange-red light shone through the tavern door curtain. There were not many soldiers drinking in the tavern. Except for Locke's team, there were only a few people left. After Uncle Joshak went downstairs, he first greeted the soldiers who were still in the tavern, "Boys, it's almost dinner time. I'll go back to camp first. Go back early." After the remaining soldiers of the tavern responded respectfully, Uncle Joshak turned back and nodded to Locke, leaving first. After sending Uncle Joshak out of the tavern, Locke came back to see his subordinates. These guys were about the same age as him, or even younger than him. Their alcohol tolerance was also much worse than his. Other than Hans and Kane, who could still be sober, the rest of the people, including Yard, Phil, were obviously drinking a little too much. Their faces were flushed, and they were lying on the table, muttering something. Each of them only had two or three empty cups in front of them, which was almost equivalent to a bottle that Locke and Joshak drank upstairs. However, the quality of the wine they drank was lower than Locke's. It was just an ordinary iced ale. The first glass was invited by Locke, the rest should be paid by themselves. "You guys, why did you drink so much? Are you trying to cause trouble for me?" Locke scolded his subordinate who was lying on the ground in the corner of the tavern. In fact, they usually only drank one cup of wine. When they were rich, they drank two cups. Today, because Locke had talked with Joshak for a long time, they couldn't help but spend money to drink one or two cups. So they were drunk. After drinking the wine, everyone felt even more at ease with Lieutenant. They ignored Locke's laughter and curses, and continued to lie down and stare at Locke. Kane and Hans were even preparing to force Locke to sit down on the seat. They wanted to order another two cups. "Captain, it's your treat today. Why haven't you had a drink with your brothers yet? Hurry up and sit down. Let's have a drink." Kane said to Locke. "Don't talk nonsense. Do you think these guys can still drink? Can they go back to camp tonight if they drink again? Hurry up to wake them up! Otherwise, they won't have any food to eat later." Locke quickly waved his hand, "Today is my fault that I've talked for a long time, and leave everyone here. I will treat everyone to a drink another day!" Speaking of this, Locke's subordinates were not blind. Most of them stood up stiffly. Kane and Hans also went to pull the people who could not stand up and prepared to leave. At this time, the sky was getting dark. There were no soldiers drinking in the tavern except for Locke and others in the corner. At this time, a group of about fifteen or six men walked in from outside the tavern. They were gaunt and dressed in ragged clothes. It should be the original residents of the town. Locke looked at them 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 his subordinates in the corner. The standard military uniform revealed the identity of Locke and his subordinates. The leader's face changed and he quickly held back his words. He looked at the soldiers with fear. The poor residents who were talking were also quiet down, and they also became slightly restrained and motionless. Locke was not interested in this group of poor people who suddenly appeared in this town. He called his subordinates to leave. Before he left, he first went to the boss lady at the counter for today's bill. 10 cups of ordinary ale cost a total of 10 ducases. In addition, the two bottles of higher quality ale were also 10 ducases. Altogether, there was a total of 20 ducases. It was very cost-effective. Locke took out 20 ducases, and slapped them on the front desk. Locke heard the sound of swallowing. It was from the group of ragged poor people. Locke observed that they did not dare to look at their money bags. Instead, they stared at the money at the front desk and swallowed. Twenty ducases was considered a lot of money here. This tavern seemed to be very popular today, with a total of thirty to forty people. However, most of the people here sat for an entire afternoon. Unlike Locke's subordinates, they were not lucky enough to have a captain to invite them to drink. They paid the money themselves. These third-class soldiers and janissaries didn't have enough money to drink. They usually only came to drink a cup and brag to pass the time. This tavern's daily profit was estimated to be more than 30 ducases. Even when there were few consumers, there was only a possibility of more than 20 ducases. In other words, the money that Locke gave was almost the turnover of the tavern for a day. The lady boss first looked at the middle-aged man who led a group of people in with some fear. Then she saw Locke come up to pay the bill. She smiled flatteringly at Locke and said to him that he should come again next time. Locke nodded and looked at the group of slightly cramped people. He called his subordinates and walked out of the tavern. However, as soon as he walked out of the tavern, there was a faint voice of Karlian farmers cursing and woman weeping and begging. Locke looked back and saw four or five poor people blocking the entrance of the tavern, not allowing anyone to see the situation inside. Locke was stunned. He wanted to see what these people wanted to do. Locke looked at these Karlian poor people who were blocking the door. These dark-skinned and low-class people blocked his line of sight. Although they did not disrespect him, they dared to block his line of sight. Locke was angry. Under Locke's increasingly sharp gaze, the few gatekeepers could no longer bear it. They stepped back in fear, revealing a crack that allowed people to look inside. In the tavern, a slightly stronger Karlian poor man was snatching a package from the boss lady. The boss lady cried and said something to the leading middle-aged man, but this man was indifferent. Several malnourished children around him were holding a few ducases in their hands, counting excitedly. This was the money he had just paid. Locke thought. "What are you doing!" Locke suddenly shouted coldly. The tavern suddenly quieted down. Locke's subordinates, who had just taken a few steps outside the tavern, also heard the unpleasant voice of their leader, and they all turned around and walked back. Although they were drunk, they were also soldiers. They became sober a lot and looked inside. The soldiers who understood the situation began to rub their hands together. They will teach these people a lesson. The beautiful lady boss also stopped crying. She looked at the military officer of the Kingdom of Faustine outside the tavern. She knew Locke. It was said that he was a military officer with a small background and strength. He had come here for a few drinks. He was different from ordinary soldiers who were rough and always spoke dirty words. He was an easy-going and elegant man. The beautiful lady boss had a good impression of Locke. "Is he going to help me?" The beautiful lady boss, Sylcean, suddenly thought in her heart. "Sir, this is an internal matter of our Gizaton. What do you want to do?" Perhaps frightened by Locke's cold voice, or because of the pressure from the surrounding Faustine Kingdom soldiers, the leading middle-aged man had no choice but to ask after a moment of silence. Locke narrowed his eyes and let out a cold gaze. He slowly walked into the tavern, and his subordinates followed behind him. Kane and Hans kicked the poor people who were still guarding at the entrance of the tavern and told them to get out of the way. These poor people began to wail. Locke walked to the poor Karlian man who was robbing the package from the beautiful lady boss. Locke, who was 1.75 meters tall, gave this slightly hunched and malnourished guy, who was only 1.7 meters tall, pressure. This man's hands suddenly and trembled. The package was pulled open in an instant. About 30 copper coins and a few slightly wide women's underwear and clothes fell down. Well, it should belong to the lady boss. Locke first gave the guy who snatched the lady boss' package a resounding slap, sending him rolling out. Then, he slowly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who led a group of Karlian poor people. "My lord, you..." The middle-aged man still wanted to say something. Another slap hit on his face. Locke did not show any mercy. However, this middle-aged man still had some strength. He did not roll out like the previous man. Instead, he dropped a few teeth and bent over to cover his face. These two slaps seemed to be a signal. The Locke's fellows rolled up their sleeves and gave the group of people in the tavern a lesson. Yard kicked the young man who was holding a few ducases next to him to the ground. Hans lifted the two thin guys easily and closed his arms to hit the two people together. Kane slapped the two poor Karlian men. This was learning from Locke. Even Phil dragged a person who was as old as him and beat him up. The rest of the people followed suit and beat up this group of people in the tavern until they cried.