Locke, Hans, and Hans had a hearty meal at the restaurant called Huifeng Restaurant, and they still looked like they hadn't had enough.
Kane picked up the meat in his mouth with a toothpick and said with a smile, "That waitress just now had big breasts!"
Damn, this guy was talking nonsense again.
"I think the waitress who served the dishes had bigger breasts," Hans said after a long while. This guy was the flirtatious type.
Locke covered his face and walked away, pretending not to know them.
Eating in such a grand place was more comfortable than eating in a tavern.
Although the three of them didn't feel any difference in the taste of the food, the high-end atmosphere was something they couldn't experience in a tavern.
They ate to their heart's content, but they also spent a lot of money. Locke had spent a total of four silver thalers. In the past, this was his monthly pay, but it was all gone just for this meal.
Of course, he wasn't short of money now. Hans and Kane knew that Locke must be richer than them, so they tacitly accepted the fact that Locke was treating them.
"Where are we going next?" Kane spat out the toothpick in his mouth and turned to ask Locke.
It was still early, so it wasn't worth it to go back to camp now.
The three of them needed time to digest the food in their stomachs. "Let's just stroll around," said Locke.
The prosperity of Bideslane shocked the three of them. Who would've thought that this bustling city had been ravaged by war five years ago?
As they strolled around, Locke suddenly remembered that the shield Henry had customized for him was made in a blacksmith's shop in Bideslane.
His original shield had been scrapped during his time in the Bering Mountains. The one he was using now was custom-made, and its quality was better than the original one.
Following the route that he vaguely remembered and asking passersby, Locke brought Hans and Kane all the way to an alley in the south of Bideslane.
"Is it here?" Kane pointed at a dirty black curtain in front of him, and the sound of iron being hammered could be heard from inside.
"I think so. That person wouldn't dare to lie to me." Locke wasn't too sure either. He'd just asked a passerby about the shop.
The three of them weren't wearing military uniforms, but their strong physiques and crude behavior made it obvious that they were from the military even with their eyes closed.
The main reason was that Hans was too unfriendly. His arms that were thicker than a normal person's thighs were exposed. No matter who stood in front of him, they would feel terrified.
He lifted the curtain and walked in with Hans and Kane following closely behind.
It was dark inside, so he didn't see anyone when he came in. The sound came from the fire room.
As they walked into the fireroom, the clanging sounds became clearer. The deeper they went, the louder it became, until it suddenly stopped. Obviously, the people inside had also noticed the guests outside.
Weapons were neatly arranged in the fireroom. Most of them were sabers, swords, and axes. There were also shields and spears, but there were only a few of them.
An old man with a towel wrapped around his head walked out of the forging room and asked with a smile, "Are you here to buy something?"
This old man's voice was clearly that of an old man in his fifties or sixties, but his body was full of muscles. He was not tall, and the muscles on his arms were extremely developed.
"We're just here to take a look," replied Locke.
He really just wanted to take a look to see who had forged his arm shield. The quality of the arm shield was good, and Yoshk had praised it when he saw it. Yoshk had been a blacksmith before he joined the army.
Hans and Kane were simply dragged here by Locke. If it had been a month ago, they might have bought some handy equipment, but now that the war was over, there was no point in buying it.
"Oh, please!" The old man said with a smile. His kind expression was extremely incongruous with his muscles.
As the two spoke, a few small heads popped out of the door of the forging room. They were all children, all of them blackened by the charcoal fire.
"Go back, all of you! Have you finished forging the iron?! "The old man also noticed them and turned to reprimand them with a stern face.
Frightened by the old man, the group of children ran back into the forging room. After a while, the clanging sounds were heard again.
"They're all children. They can't live anymore, so I called them here to feed them," the old man explained to Locke and the others.
Having lived for so long, the old man could guess that Locke and the others were all soldiers who had killed on the battlefield.
Locke nodded. From his accent, he could tell that the old man was indeed a Faustian, and the children working inside should be Shalorian refugees.
"Let's go! I'll take you to see the good stuff in our shop. All the goods here are raw materials. "The old man enthusiastically led Locke and the others out of the workshop.
Through his conversation with the old man, Locke found out that his arm shield was indeed made by the old man in the blacksmith shop, and it was even forged by the old man himself.
Hans was very interested in some of the equipment in the smithy, especially the large axes and longswords. However, he was short of money, and there was no use for them. He could only look at them for a while.
Kane was more interested in the children in the smithy.
"They can't live without their parents, so they come here to earn some money." The old man sighed.
The children working in his smithy were indeed Shalorians, and the oldest among them was only twelve years old. It was hard to imagine how these children could wield such a big hammer.
The smithy looked very poor in terms of the shop and the people working there. If it weren't for the fact that his arm shield was indeed made here, and that Henry and Yoshk had taken turns to praise their craftsmanship, Locke would definitely have doubted their ability.
Perhaps it was because of this that the smithy was about to collapse. All the workers had left, leaving only the old man with a group of children.
When he left, Locke gave the old man about 20 silver thalers. Henry had already paid for the arm shield twice. The reason why he returned the money to the old man was because he was able to bring Angelina out of the Bering Mountains alive thanks to the first arm shield.
Without it, he would probably have been bitten to death by the moonlight wolves.
The old man originally wanted to refuse, but he accepted it after Locke persuaded him several times. He was indeed at the end of his rope, and 20 silver thalers wasn't a small amount. If he used it sparingly, it would be enough for the ten people in the smithy to eat for two months.
Kane bought two pairs of weights for weight training. According to him, one was for himself, and the other was for his apprentice, Hank.
He took out a total of five silver thalers. The old man had clearly said that four silver thalers would be enough, but he insisted on giving him five.
Locke was used to Kane's prodigal ways. He knew that although Kane killed Shalorian soldiers on the battlefield without blinking, he was soft-hearted in life.
People were always contradictory.
After staying in the smithy for a while, Locke and the others left. There was really nothing to see in the smithy.
It was getting dark, but the three of them weren't in a hurry to go back. Instead, they enjoyed the night view of Bideslane.
It had to be said that Bideslane had developed really fast in recent years. The biggest place Locke had been to when he was a child was the town. At that time, every family would close their doors and chat in the yard at night. There was no one on the streets outside.
At this time, countless torches were lit in Bideslane. The moonlight and the bright stars were quite bright, and it didn't affect the normal vision of the residents at all.
This was also the reason why the three of them weren't in a hurry to go back. After all, it was their first time visiting a night city.
They bought a bag of wild fruits and walked around while nibbling on the fresh fruits.
In recent years, a large number of Faustians had immigrated to Bideslane. Some came voluntarily, and some were forced to come by their own lords. Because of its vast plains, Bideslane was bound to become the focus of Faustian's development in the future.
There was no lack of far-sighted people in Faustian, and they had already begun to plan ahead.
The immigration boom had been going on for three or four years, but as Shalor's former territory, there were still more Shalorians here. They accounted for about two-thirds of the population, while Faustians only accounted for one-third.
Not everyone liked to leave their hometown. Most honest commoners were more willing to grow old and die of sickness in their homeland.
Locke didn't know about this one-third of Faustians in other places, but in Bideslane, they were definitely of a higher status than the Shalorians.
As long as they walked on the streets with their heads held high, most of them were Faustians, and those who lowered their heads and dared not look around were definitely Shalorians.
Because of the war, almost all Faustians hated Shalorians. As long as a Shalorian dared to show the slightest disrespect to Faustians, the hot-tempered people would immediately take action.
As long as they weren't beaten to death or crippled, the city guards basically wouldn't care.
So there were four classes of people here: nobles, rich merchants, Faustian civilians, and Shalorians.
Not having time to care about the Shalorian civilians who were still in trouble, Locke and Hans looked at a sideshow on the side of the road curiously.
A middle-aged man wearing a mask and a tall hat took a sip of something. Then, he opened his mouth and spat it out. He waved the torch in his right hand and a flame formed in mid-air. It really scared the onlookers.
Locke could feel that there were no magical fluctuations around, which was what surprised him even more.
Hans sniffed it carefully and said, "It's liquor!"
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The abundant nightlife in Bidesias City was a great eye-opener for the three uncouth men, and it also made their wallets shrink.
Locke was still fine. The money was nothing compared to his actual assets, but Hans and Kane were different. Hans was a little more restrained, but Kane was much more casual. This guy didn't treat thalers as money at all. Hans was a little more restrained, but Kane was much more casual.
In the middle of the night, most of the torches in Bideslane were extinguished. When the temperature of the city dropped by more than half, Locke and the other two staggered back to the camp.
Everyone had some kind of specialties on them. According to Hans, they wanted to bring it back for their family to try. According to Kane, they wanted to take it back and slowly eat it. According to Locke, they didn't lack money, so they bought whatever they hadn't seen before.
Before the three of them returned, they went to the taverns in Bideslane to experience it. To be honest, Locke felt that it was no different from the taverns in other places. The only difference was that the girls in the taverns in Bideslane were prettier.
After a day of 'exhaustion', the three of them slept until noon the next day.