"As a natural phenomenon?" Urial suspected that his ears might have been cute.

"I just have a simple opinion."

The messenger turned his fingers in a direction, and the handwriting on the glass was shattered in an instant. It seemed that he did not agree with Sauron's evaluation of "no common sense" just now.

"Have you seen the floating cloud train?" The apprentice felt that his mouth was so dry. He felt up and down, and he tried hard to maintain calmness on his face.

The messenger was silent for a moment and replied, "It is a phenomenon that connects the two worlds."

Sure enough, Uriel secretly confirmed that the train he said and the messenger knew the same thing. However, he was puzzled: "Why is it a phenomenon?"

"When the cloud train stays, it will cause chaos in the laws there and create a huge magical interference field." said the headless man, "it's very similar to a storm."

It's very similar... Slowly, can you say that the so-called natural phenomena are classified by yourself? Uriel's face was stunned.

“When will it stay? Where will it stay?”

"Don't know." replied the messenger, "the only feature that it does not resemble a storm is that it happens without warning."

In fact, the gap between the two is far more than this, but the successive bad news made Uriel have no time to care about it. He forgot even his tactful way of speaking in a daze, and asked for a long time: "Then, can I go back?"

"The levels of the world are different, and normal means cannot be achieved." The messenger denied, "Knox is the deep, that is, the inner world; you come from the mysterious and declining Eastman Kingdom, which is the manifest world."

Hope was ruthlessly extinguished, and the apprentice's expression dimmed. He realized that his experience was an unreplicable accident, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to meet again in his life. Even if he really became a member of the mysterious creature, it would be useless, because the floating cloud train was not as simple as a mysterious creature.

"But why? I just want to go home." He couldn't help but murmured to himself, "Sir, why did you abandon me here?"

An unprecedented sense of loneliness surrounded him. Although the apprentice had no friends in his original life, he also had the motherly nun Maria in the monastery, and... when he thought about it, there was no one else.

It’s just that I have lived in my hometown for seventeen years, and it’s impossible to give up easily.

"Do you believe in God?"

His unintentional prayer made the messenger interested again.

"Yes. I worship Goddess Gaia, but I am just a shallow believer." The apprentice who only remembers to recite His name in critical moments. Every holiday, he doesn't even have time to pray. He feels ashamed of the goddess.

"Knox also has His faith." The messenger threw out a message that comforted him, "They called themselves the Silence School and studied spell-free casting."

"Does magic require spells?" Uriel wondered why this was similar to the setting in his opinion. But perhaps mystery and magic are such ritual things, and he felt it was a bit natural for a moment.

It’s just that his guess comes from his shallow knowledge. The apprentice thinks that real magic should not require any weird spells - magic is mysterious, how can there be fixed spells and fixed logic in mystery?

What's more, the young man did not whisper in his mouth when he summoned ice and snow before.

"After igniting the fire, there are many ways to control magic power." The messenger replied.

Perhaps language is one of the ways.

However, although Ulier was curious about the mysterious related things, he didn't want to ask. He could not go home and was not helpful in finding a job in a bar - in fact, Ulier subconsciously thought that it was something he could not reach.

Just like the big events published in the Kingdom newspaper in the world, even if the lower class people know it, they are just watching the fun, and maybe they will add to their worries: the apprentice still remembers how depressed he was when the Frost Moon was extended.

When he came back to his senses from his own thoughts, he was facing the messenger's eyes. The pale face would almost make people have nightmares, even if the facial features on it looked delicate.

The young man took off his rings when he didn't know when.

Ulier was startled by the sudden glance, but perhaps the other party's attitude when communicating was just a question and answer, and this panic was reduced a lot. He could even slightly distract himself from paying attention to some details that were ignored when nervous, such as the messenger was actually a little shorter than him. No wonder Mr. Ez's first reaction was to compare his size.

In terms of the time that represents the world, Ulier is seventeen years old this year. Due to his long-term malnutrition, he can only be considered as a teenager. There is nothing that can clearly reflect the characteristics of age in the mysterious messenger, but he has a special temperament, so Ulier estimates that the other party will be about two or three years older than him.

Two people of similar age have completely different lives. The apprentice knows that in their original destiny, their future will be as boring as the past, and they will live every day of life in fatigue and depression; although the present is different, things are moving in a worse direction.

And Mr. Messenger, his past is likely to be a wonderful thing that Ulier could not imagine, because Knox has magic.

Uriel dared not expect any more of the future trajectories of the two people. He shook his head and told himself that he had no luck that would fall on him for no reason.

"Thank you, Lord Messenger. Is there anything else? If it's about the world, I'm happy to serve, but the train matters." The apprentice felt that his performance was enough to explain the problem. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bad guy."

The young man was silent and could not see any disappointment.

But after a long time, he suddenly responded:

"Joey."

The apprentice was stunned, as if he didn't understand, so he repeated: "Joey."

Only then did Uriel realize that the other party was talking about his name. He was a little flattered, "I am Uriel, Mr. Joey, it is my honor to know you."

In the end, he was sincere.

But Joey didn't care about his sincerity and suddenly asked, "Do you want to stay?"

Stay?

Goddess Gaia is on top, I have nothing to think more than this!

Uriel felt his heart beating almost overwhelming Joey's words. When he thought of Cecilia in front of the bar downstairs, he felt the urge to jump up and cheer.

He was a little lost in his head by this sudden surprise, and Uriel even forgot about the reason. He guessed that this was probably because of the floating cloud train, and he didn't hate it so much for a moment.

With Cecilia's existence, Uriel didn't think that his lack of position was something worth paying attention to. He was ecstatic, and the turn of fate even gave him unparalleled expectations for the future.

Joey didn't make him happy, and said coldly: "You are a waiter now."

"That Mr. Ez?" the apprentice pressed his excitement and asked gingerly.

This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned. He thought for a while, "Do you still have companions?"

...Do you have no impression of this name at all?

The apprentice almost started to cough, laughing and crying, and said, "He is the owner of the bar, sir, he is waiting outside."

"Then he has no objection." Joey replied expressionlessly.

...

"It's still Max, Cecila."

Sister Carrot pushed her glasses and said in a daze, "Ah?" Paint sighed, no longer having hope for the laziness of saving the girl.

"Cecelia, you will be fired one day."

The dwarf shook his head and was about to jump onto the bar to do it himself when a bottle of wine suddenly came in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, sucked his big nose and raised his head, with an incredible expression on his face.

Cecilia looked at a familiar figure sitting on the chair beside her. She opened her mouth slightly, her eyes wide open, and her hat slid to the edge of her ears without even realizing it.

"Mr. Uriel?"

"Just call me Uriel, Cecira." replied the apprentice, who had just pulled out a bottle of sealed honey from under the counter, pulled out the plug on it neatly and handed it to the dwarf: "Your wine, Mr. Paint."

"Ghost, have you been left?" The dwarf looked strange.

Ulier replied: "It's just luck."

"Hey, stop being modest, this is definitely not something that luck can do."

Not only him, when he saw the apprentice sitting behind the bar with a smile, the mercenaries in the restaurant suddenly started to clamor. They looked at Uriel from head to toe, as if they were trying to find something special about him.

A guy even boldly guessed that he was Ez's illegitimate child. Even if Uriel felt that he could not have the word "approximate" except for the same category as the bar owner.

Soon this speculation was rejected: Ez was only less than thirty years old. When he was a mercenary captain, his subordinates had never heard of his superiors having any romantic reputation when he was young. He was worried that his wallet was even more serious than his girlfriend.

This kind of person doesn't need a girlfriend...

Uriel didn't say anything anymore, because the dwarf was already drowned in the discussion, and he hurriedly moved away with the wine glass. The apprentice listened to their discussion with relish behind the bar, as if the center of the topic was not himself.

During this period, he secretly glanced at Sister Carrot, who was much more energetic, and felt that the environment of her new job was much more comfortable than that of the laundry.

Such a life full of expectations is no big deal even if you leave the world of appearance.

"Shut up!" Suddenly a roar came from the second floor, and the sound of the restaurant suddenly became lowered. But people were winking at each other, and they were happy to discuss the bar owner's miserable love history and petty jokes.

But the sound waves were lowered for a moment, and suddenly a chill overflowed from the gaps in the wooden boards above the head, making the fiery light of the Yan Zhiyue gentle.

The entire Knox Bar was immediately silent, even the second floor was the same.

Paint raised his wine glass and a thin layer of ice floated on the liquid. He quickly drank it all, making a comfortable exhalation.

“…”

The mercenaries who had already known that the arrival of the messenger Joey all looked strange. Even Cecilia thought that Mr. Ez was really unlucky today.

After trembling, Uriel held back his laughter and realized that Joey was not a good person to talk to. Perhaps it was because the world traveled through time and overdrawed his bad luck that allowed the apprentice to have the opportunity to stay in front of the young messenger.

He shook his head, took back his thoughts, and devoted himself to enjoying this warm moment.
Chapter completed!