Five minutes later.

Uriel sat in front of the bar with a stiff look, unable to help but look around. This is a very old-fashioned tavern and restaurant. The floors are made of wooden, and the bar and wine cabinet are also solid wood. The dining table and chairs are slightly better, covered with tablecloths and leather cushions, but the chairs in front of the bar are still hard.

But that's fine. He lets his brain let himself go. He never wants to see something similar to the seat on the train again in his life.

...Slowly, this won't work. He has to go back to the No. 1 Frank South neighborhood he is familiar with, instead of this inexplicable Knox Bar.

But how can I go back? When the apprentice rushed out, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar street: the opposite side was a grocery store that was not cared for, but now it has become a tailor shop; every time in winter, a narrow and dilapidated house like a coffin, becomes a clean and neat and beautiful building.

And the most obvious: the frost moon that arrived early - Ulier still remembers the title of the weather forecast, the platform flooded by snow, the biting cold wind and the frost on the light box. However, he looked out the window, and now there were only the blooming lilacs and the sunshine of the flame moon.

This made the apprentice realize that things seemed to be beyond his imagination.

This is not a trafficking to another area, but a transcendence of time and space...

The world travels.

"Why did this happen to me?" Uriel couldn't help asking himself. Apart from being left to work overtime, the only extraordinary thing he had ever done this day was to catch the strange trackless train inexplicably.

"It didn't send me home." The apprentice's spine seemed to be pulled away, and he almost lost the strength to support his body: "No... it did, it sent me back to the home of another world, Favrank South 1 - Hell, it's actually a bar?"

This is still the Eastman Kingdom, the main city of the Siye Wilderness still has the bustling Songbigrad, and it is only seven stops from the depressed Fifrank Avenue. The bus line between the two streets almost spans most of the city, but the straight line is only three miles away.

And after these three miles, Uriel was thrown at the door of a tavern, and it was the kind of business that was good...

Perhaps because he had been watching the dilapidated long street for a long time, the first adjective in his mind for this tavern was actually lively. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the smooth wine glass, and this cup of coffee was given to him by the irritable but unexpectedly kind-hearted dwarf. The apprentice was penniless except for a banknote used to ride a car.

But the Eastman Kingdom in this world does not circulate paper money.

Therefore, even if the original No. 1 South District was his home, Urial now needs to order orders in the Knox Bar.

The girl behind the bar was still rubbing against the coin - a strange metal is used as currency here, and the purchasing power seems to be a bit too much. Normally, a coin should be a unit of currency, but it can actually buy a whole large bottle of honey wine.

Even if Max is not a famous brand, it is wine after all.

Uriel didn't know why the short-sized and leather-wearing gentleman always looked angry, but the apprentice was still very grateful to the other party: after he blurted out that sentence, Paint was the only one who didn't laugh. You should know that the sound at that time almost lifted the roof of the bar.

Uriel thought of the dwarf who was unforgettable from his appearance to his figure. Of course, to be honest, he was not so conspicuous among the monsters in this room, but he was definitely very distinctive.

The apprentice still remembers that he twitched his nose in anger and rushed up to pull his clothes. The force was so strong that it forced Uriel to bend down; then a roar overwhelmed all the laughter, just like when Uriel stepped into the store for the first time:

"You annoying bone! The black flies beside the bellows! Damn, who let you in?!"

The apprentice was frightened by him and forgot to avoid the splashing saliva for a moment.

The sound insulation effect of the bar's wooden door is good. At least Uriel didn't know that he happened to slap the dwarf from the air. Paint's tone said it was a arrogant question, but it was more like an angry vent.

Uriel dared not speak, but the people in the bar started to cheer; they knocked on cups and plates, roared and clapped, which was even more lively than the Four-Leaf City parade that the apprentice had seen.

"Good, man, you're so interesting!"

"We have all heard you, Paint, bet and bet!"

"Hey, what are you betting on? I haven't opened the market yet!"

"You want to live here? I'm so ambitious, I support you! Don't forget to give us a free order at that time."

"Take Ez down!"

The dwarf Paint was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Okay! Get out of here, don't you drink?"

"We just found a good show to drink, don't care about these things." The orange-faced man who imitated his words said with a smile.

Paint ignored him, pulled the apprentice's collar and shook it, turning his head and staring with his eyes: "What the hell are you here for?"

Uriel was still immersed in the strange pride of being applauded by a group of strangers, and quickly came to his senses. The unreasonable sense of honor made him fight a cold war. The apprentice didn't know it, but it was actually a feeling of being respected.

Although this respect is inexplicably the case.

"I...I just want to go home."

"Go home? Then why are you here?"

"This is...I mean, a train, that car! The cloud train - it pulled me here. I was waiting for the train at the station!"

Paint looked disbelief, "There are no rails outside the door. In the eyes of the smart dwarf, it is not even a lie - it is too incompetent."

"What I said is true! That's it, that's a transparent column..." The apprentice became anxious.

“Eastman has only one train.”

Paint interrupted, "That is the masterpiece of my companions, of course it has passed. Okay, son, the dwarf knows more about the train than anyone else. No one can drive it out of the Angma Tunnel. But wait, we will not indulge in the failures of the past, and there will be new trains in the Kingdom soon."

"You are so panicked, man, didn't sleep well last night, right? Maybe it was hallucinations, it's quite common. Cecila, pour him a cup of coffee and I'll treat him."

This kind-hearted Mr. Dwarf did not care about Uriel's unintentional behavior. He was sometimes very irritable, but not unreasonable.

Cecilia nodded sympathetically, shook her braid back and turned to grind her coffee.

The people who were originally interested in joining in the fun also dispersed. They returned to their dining tables, chatted and laughed loudly, and even compared gestures to the big-nose dwarfs that only they could understand.

Paint also responded to these guys without any weakness.

Leaving Uriel alone stood by the bar, motionless.

There is only one train in the Kingdom—

Angma Tunnel Landslide?

News in the newspaper flashed by, and Uriel opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The apprentice felt chill all over.

He clearly realized that his trip home might not be that easy.

...

Seeing Uriel staring at the coin in her hand, the girl's first reaction was to hide it with her back. But she immediately realized that the poor man in front of her must have never seen this gold coin - it was really a gold coin, but it was a little too dirty - the other party could only be curious about it.

So Cecilia took the initiative to stretch out her hand and shook her eyes in front of the apprentice's blank eyes: "This is Abi gold coin, with the queen's avatar printed on it. If it is not wiped clean, Mr. Ez will fire me."

"Abi gold coins...Mr. Ez?"

Uriel thought that the queen should be His Majesty Frevia, but he dared not ask for this question. The laws of the kingdom are not vegetarians, and the constraints on them, the lowest-class citizens are even stricter. The apprentice does not want to be caught by the patrol officers in the dungeon because of his bad words.

Then he would be fired... Wait, since the house has become a tavern, what will happen to Ms. Emma's laundry? Will it disappear directly, or will it become something else?

Goddess Gaia is on, and it has been a long time since I found the train. What should I do if I don’t have a job during this period?!

The apprentice suddenly became deeply worried about his workplace.

"Abi gold coin, right, it's it." Cecilia knew nothing about his thoughts. The girl hesitated for a moment, and then placed the flat metal as big as a thumb on the table.

The clean gold coins shine, and the upward side carved with beautiful patterns, forming an abstract woman's side face.

But you can see the queen in newspapers and photos every day, and Uriel still finds the shadow of the Eastman kingdom monarch with these few strokes-

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the big-nose dwarf. How did the other party make the gold coins so dirty? Didn't the patrol officer hit him on the charge of damaging the image of the royal family?

There are also dwarves, Uriel subconsciously thought that this represents short people. They probably have some diseases, no wonder they have a bad temper.

——If Paint knew that he had gained the sympathy of a guy with a bad mind, he would probably have been so angry that he would have dismantled his "bone".

Cecilia is still enthusiastically explaining to her apprentice:

"Mr. Ez is my boss, the boss of Knox. He is also a good man. He took me to the bar when I was about to starve."

However, Uriel opposite her didn't think so. He recalled his past, just before the apprenticeship began. At that time, the monastery was in financial difficulties and drove most of the children in her intake out; Ms. Emma did the same when Uriel was almost frozen to death in a coffin house in Ffrank.

She hired many child laborers at almost no price and gave them a meal a day. Uriel thought that Ms. Emma was an angel sent by the goddess, and even prayed devoutly for her before each meal... until he accidentally saw a list of clothes sandwiched into the inner layer of the clothes, which was fully displayed on it.

A child labor apprentice at the bottom is ignorant, but if he knows literacy, newspapers, signs, and even advertisements will broaden his horizons; he will have a shallow understanding of himself and the world, and this perception will in turn drive thinking.

Uriel believes that Ms. Emma must have never considered it when recruiting apprentices. Literacy will not only bring about a faint sense of superiority, but also more possibilities to see through people's lies disguised as kind-hearted.

Hopefully that Mr. Ez is not such a person.

Looking at the girl's carrot-like pigtails, Uriel thought silently.

"You are a good person, too," he whispered, "You and that gentleman dwarf, you are both kind people."

"We're just a little help."

A little praise-like blush appeared on Cecilia's cheeks.
Chapter completed!