Attribute restraint? Sorry, I am a full magician

Chapter 63 Unexpected Conflict

Leitz City is a city with a long history in the southern part of the Star Pulse Kingdom. As a prominent noble and the ancestral homeland of the Karl family, Leitz City has a vast jurisdiction.

Hundreds of years of accumulation have not only made Leitz the brightest pearl in the south, but also made the city's bottom layer covered with black dirt.

That is the slums in the city, but the creation of the slums is not caused by the Karl family's inaction, but by the inability to do more.

The development of cities requires these people to become paupers.

Only then will there be people who are forced to sell their labor to survive, and then there will be people who are willing to join the army or even become adventurers in order to improve their lives.

Contradictions between different classes will never disappear, they will only shift.

Leidse City is already a relatively well-off city, because at least the city lord is willing to give all residents a certain degree of equality.

On this day, a strange face came to the tavern in the slum area. He seemed to be an adventurer.

This is rare for this area. Very few adventurers like the drinks here, so the boss had to bring out the best drinks he could get in the store.

"Don't bother! Brother, just give me something ordinary. I just like to drink that ridiculously strong wine. It stinks a bit. It's exciting!"

This rich man, who seemed to have changed jobs once, sat down on the chair in front of the bar counter and said loudly,

"My name is Barbatos, I'm a damn rich thief, and your store is great!"

The boss has never seen such an adventurer. Just praise him. What does it mean to be stinky?

"I really can't speak!"

The boss cursed in his heart, but his face became more enthusiastic. He quickly handed over a small plate of dried meat made from the meat of an unknown animal.

"Try it, sir. The best dried rat in our store usually costs two copper coins a portion!"

Barbatos, who had just picked up a piece of meat and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, paused, put the dried meat that had not yet come into contact with his lips and teeth back into the plate, and took another swig of low-quality wine.

"what--"

Barbatos loved this feeling so much. No matter how much he drank in the game, he would only get dizzy and never get drunk. It was so much better than in real life.

Even if he wanted to, he could wake up in an instant. How could this prevent him from being addicted to it?

The reason why he chose such a place was because he felt that only in this kind of place could the real taste of wine be tasted. Those seemingly high-end pubs were nothing more than things created to rip off the money of the rich, and they completely lost the original meaning of drinking. taste.

The smell of sweat, alcohol, and a noisy environment are a paradise to release your emotions!

But before Barbatos could feel better, noisy voices started to sound.

A group of private soldiers from the upper-class area broke in and arrested a drunkard hiding in the corner.

"I asked you to send your daughter here, and you hide here to get drunk? Are you tired of living?"

The man who looked like the guard leader spoke fiercely,

"If I hadn't been cautious, would you have wanted me and I to be punished today?! Lead me the way! Go to your house! Hurry!"

This group of private soldiers was extremely brutal. They scattered all the poor people in the tavern and even overturned several tables.

Barbatos, who was sitting at the counter, watched the scene in front of him without saying a word. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tavern owner's mouth twitching a few times, but the expression on his face tried his best to squeeze out a smile, looking resigned.

"What's going on? Tell me something?"

"To be honest, I don't know for sure, but I can guess that the gambling dog sold his daughter."

The tavern owner, who had been holding back his anger, couldn't help but speak in a low voice after hearing Barbatos' question.

"That guy, this area is known for his gambling addiction. Someone said a few years ago that sooner or later he will have to lose his beautiful daughter to others."

Watching the group of guards escorting the man away, the tavern owner continued to speak,

"Looks like she's from Meister's Casino. That girl is miserable. I've seen her a few times. She's such a well-behaved and sensible child. Hey."

Barbatos nodded, as if he thought of something, and pursed his lips, with an unsightly expression on his face.

"I'll give you a silver coin to pay for today's drink. Keep the extra money for me. I'll come back next time."

As he spoke, he ignored the surprised look in the tavern owner's eyes and followed the team out of the tavern.

"What's that, brother! Oh, yes! It's you, brother!" After leaving the tavern, Barbatos quickly followed the group of private soldiers who escorted the man away, and spoke to the leading captain,

"How much does he owe you?"

The captain, who was stopped by Barbatos, turned his head impatiently. He thought he was a poor man from the bottom, but he didn't expect him to be an adventurer.

At that moment, he also restrained his attitude of scolding a little bit, suppressed his anger,

"This has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to mind your own business."

"If that guy's name is Meister, I can increase the price if he's willing!"

Seeing the other party's expression gradually becoming unkind, Barbatos quickly changed his words.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, haha, it's Master Meister, that's right!"

Seeing Barbatos's persistence, the captain glanced at him sideways and asked,

"Do you know how much he owes?"

"I don't know, how much money can a poor person owe?"

Barbatos smiled and spoke. He was about to say that he had saved a lot of copper coins when he heard the other party reported a number.

"Twenty pieces of mammon gold."

"hiss----"

This time it was Barbatos' turn to be silent. He glanced at the decadent man, and for a moment, an unknown anger surged up.

He thought of his own childhood, and it seemed that he had the same gambling father, which brought endless pain to him and his family.

"Don't show off if you have nothing to do. As an adventurer who has just changed profession, you may not even be able to get out a piece of mammon gold, right? Hehe, let's go!"

The captain smiled disdainfully, turned around and left.

But what he didn't expect was that a figure stopped in front of him.

"Damn, what's going on today? What's going on."

Halfway through his words, his voice stopped abruptly.

Because the luxurious equipment on the person in front of him looked extraordinary at first glance, especially the heat that was faintly released. It was obviously the special equipment of a certain orc boss.

"Uh, who is your Excellency?"

He didn't dare to make excuses, so he could only give in.

"I bought his debt and gave you twenty-five pieces of mammon gold, which is enough to deal with your employer, Meister."

As he spoke, a big bag was stuffed into his hand.

Now, not to mention the captain, everyone around him turned their attention.

A total of twenty-five pieces of Mammon Gold. Poor people like them may not be able to save ten pieces of Mammon Gold in their lifetime. How could they not be surprised when they suddenly heard such an astronomical number today.

At the same time, they were also curious about who this young man who suddenly appeared was. He didn't seem to be from Leeds City.

"Barbatos, long time no see."

"Ah? Who are you?"

"Hahaha, I am your father."

(End of this chapter)