When she returned to the courtyard in the afternoon, Sylcean excitedly went to find Lafite to help her wear earrings. Wearing earrings had always been the symbol and right of the Karlian nobles. Commoners did not have the opportunity or the right to wear earrings. But now that the Karlian Kingdom was almost gone, who cared?Grace always had a noble aura. Usually, Sylcean did not dare to talk to her. Christine always took advantage of Locke. Therefore, the relationship between Sylcean and Lafite was the best among them. After Locke found her bracelet, Lafite was less hostile to Locke. Of course, she also gradually had a little friendship with Sylcean who was from the same country.When Lafite saw the earrings that the young lady had asked her to pawn, she showed a complicated expression, but she did not say anything. She just put it on Sylcean seriously. "It might hurt a little. Bear with it." Lafite said."Don't worry." Sylcean waved her hand,

When all were lit up before them, a space of nearly four hundred square meters appeared. This space was surrounded by torches, so it was not dark. There were no houses but many stalls that sold all kinds of things, such as food, weapons, slaves and so on.There was a group of gangsters standing casually around the entrance. These people all had their arms exposed, showing all kinds of tattoos, which completely revealed that "we were bad guys". They were the lookouts for the black market, similar to bodyguards. If anything wrong happened, they would solve it.Locke swept his gaze over. Apart from two or three people who had brilliant eyes and slightly raised shoulders arouse his attention, the others were just nobodies in his eyes."Those two guys have the strength of a third-class soldier." Hans said in a low voice. Everyone could tell and did not say much."A mere black market can be not bad." Kane said casually. This guy had rece

Locke's childhood was still relatively happy. He had a sister who loved him deeply, a pair of honest parents. His favorite thing was fishing in a ditch in the hot summer when his parents and sister were farming in the fields. Although it was just a small fish, only a thumb thick and dark fish, Locke was still happy about it, because this was the rare meat in their family.However, the beautiful days never came back. When Locke was 14 years old, a large-scale drought descended on this territory of Faustine Kingdom which was not vast. Three of the four provinces were caught in the crisis of food and water. Locke's family, located at Mapleville, Mineton, Cadozzi Barony, Del Duchy, were in a desperate situation.It had not rained for a full month and a half. It was already the middle of June. In previous years, there would be a month before the harvest season. Usually, at this time, as the activity in the fields decreased, her parents should take her to town to

In the palace, the flame curtain had long dissipated, but King was still like a statue, quietly standing there. "Ahem... Prince is still so young and vigorous." An Elder said to the right side of King. He was the Wizard who had just supported the flame curtain cloth. In this country, only someone of his status and stage could speak so casually beside King."Sigh, I owe him and her." King sighed, "Sorry to trouble you." After saying this, he cupped his fists towards Elder."It doesn't matter. I am old now and can't go into battle to kill enemies. I am also very happy to serve you, King." Old Wizard said."Yes, send Master back to the tower." King said to the attendants on his left and right."Alright." A servant walked out and supported Old Wizard to leave. In Faustine, every advanced magic apprentice, after serving the kingdom for a certain year, the kingdom would invest money to build a Magic Tower for this Wizard. Magic Tower was

"Hey, Elder Locke, why are you in such a hurry to go home?" From far away, a loud voice was heard. The one who spoke was a small steward from the caravan. "Come here, drink with me today!" The small steward rode his horse over.Elder Locke recognized him. His name was Bruce. He was a small steward who followed a merchant caravan. He was different from the steward who was in charge of Baron's merchant caravan. There were many such small stewards in the merchant caravan, and they did all sorts of chores. Calling him a steward was to curry favor with him. This kind of small stewards did not have much real power, but if they did second-hand transactions, the stewards in the merchant caravan would not interfere too much. Because, since they could be a small steward in the caravan, everyone had one or two backers, either the cousin of the captain or the nephew of the merchant. The stewards only had to take care of their own business and rarely paid attention to anything else.