The girl's cheeks were like an apple. She lowered her head and picked up the gold coin, and her nails were scraped around the lines.

This was the first time that Uriel said something to a girl of the same age for so long, but the heavy work he had not realized this for a long time and still looked natural. It was not until the girl showed a little twist that he felt that he might have been a little rash.

The apprentice was very embarrassed for a moment. His first reaction was to apologize, but doing so would put the girl in a difficult situation...

Do you have to say goodbye like this? But since the family has changed, where can he go?

Uriel felt the future was dark.

Fortunately, Cecilia took the initiative to ask:

"Sir, your face doesn't look very good, why don't you go home and rest?"

This question was asked well, and the apprentice couldn't help but take a look at the corner of the restaurant, where his bed was originally placed.

There are now a lot of messy things piled up there, mops, buckets, and two brooms. I don’t know how long it hasn’t been moved, but there is a shiny spider between the wooden poles.

"I can't find my home." He replied in frustration.

"sorry."

"No, I don't mean that... OK, it's not a big difference. Just call me Urial. I'm sorry I don't have a last name." The apprentice waved his hand in a hurry.

"Mr. Ulier."

This time it was the apprentice's turn to blush, "No... don't be so polite."

"I am Cecilia, Mr. Ez's employee." The carrot girl said. She always showed a little tiger teeth when she spoke, which made people feel intimate unconsciously. The apprentice noticed that the girl's eyes were amber, and ripples would ripples when she smiled, but the big glasses made her look a little confused.

"Just call me Cecilia too."

Uriel opened his mouth and suddenly thought of the big-nosed dwarf's name to the girl. He hesitated for a moment and called out in a terrible way: "Cecila?"

“…”

With a tingling sound, the gold coins in the carrot's hand fell on the floor. She took a step back and bent down quickly.

...What the hell am I talking about!

The apprentice wished he could get into the crack in the ground.

But before he got in, the Abi gold coin went in first. Cecilia cried and squatted down and pressed the gap between the wooden boards hard, hoping to dial out the beautiful coin.

"I, I'll help you." Uriel quickly lowered his body, and it was all his responsibility. The two of them got together and broke the crack of the broken wooden board, like two mushrooms.

They tossed for a while but couldn't get the gold coins out. Until Paint came to refill the wine, he stepped on Uriel's chair and yelled while slapped the bar, "Cecila! Where have you been?"

Sister Carrot immediately jumped up like a rabbit.

"What are you playing sneakily?"

"Scroll in..."

"What?"

"Gold coins, gold coins fell in." The girl said timidly.

Paint snorted, "Two idiots."

He took off the hammer at his waist, threw it at the apprentice's feet with a bang, and laughed with a glass of wine:

"You haven't woken up yet, Cecila? And that child, you may be lacking in sleep and your mind is not awake."

"Two confused insects!"

Amid the dwarf's scolding, Uriel picked up the hammer and smashed the wooden board into a hole. The naughty gold coin was finally retrieved by him. While handing the gold coin to Cecilia, the apprentice handed the hammer back to the big-nose dwarf.

"Thank you, Mr. Paint."

"Okay, don't say these useless." The dwarf looked down on their gratitude, "Ez is coming soon. How do you plan to clean up that floor?"

Wooden board? Oh no, he accidentally destroyed the floor of the tavern... After the apprentice looked at the cement in the hole after realizing it, he regretted that he would not have to work so much if he had known it.

Sister Carrot was also stunned.

Her mind was full of scenes of being fired. She sniffed, but she wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

Uriel and Cecilia looked at each other and said tentatively: "Fix it?"

"What to fix, are your bones?" Paint's expression made people suspect that he would smash the apprentice's head in the next second, giving him a physical excuse. "Don't let people see! Do you want Cecilia to be fired?"

The apprentice woke up from a dream and quickly pulled a carpet over and covered the hole. The dwarf nodded with satisfaction, feeling that this guy was not stupid enough to the limit. With his wisdom, he immediately responded correctly.

"Good job! Man, you have a lot of ideas. Would you like to help here?" Paint slapped his big nose hard, "It's always better to be together than to be clumsy."

"Ah? Am I?" The apprentice thought to myself that I didn't know if I had been fired by Ms. Emma. Now I would consider changing jobs and be too arrogant.

He didn't care about being called a fool.

"Who else besides you? Otherwise I'm asking about the table?" The dwarf slapped the table impatiently. He could be considered as having a look at the table at the bar, and seemed to be planning to have a shot at one time.

"But he is not here, boss."

"Hey, we will talk to you when Ez comes back, and we must make him agree for Cecira." The dwarf looked him up and down, shook his head and muttered: "What are you doing, tailor? A little different; the chef's words are too thin... Mercenary? Oh my God, this is even more impossible. You are really embarrassed for the profession of mercenary."

Uriel stood there with awkward face, because Paint was standing in his chair and he had nowhere to sit.

"Sorry, Mr. Painte, I have no plans to change jobs yet." As soon as I said my words of rejection, the apprentice hesitated a little. He took a strange train to a different Eastman Kingdom. Will Ms. Emma here still know him? Or is Ms. Emma still here?

If not, he would better not refuse the job that came to his doorstep so simply - although the apprentice didn't know why the dwarf was so sure, it was much better than taking a chance on the street.

"Is that?" Big Nose was a little disappointed.

"Wait, Mr. Painte." Uriel decided to ask about the laundry, "Do you know where No. 67 Sombigler is?"

"Songbigler, oh, it's a good place, people come and go, and there are many thieves."

Paint scratched his head and muttered: "I think... the number should be a shoe store, the number 44 is a pet hospital... the number 67, and the number 67 I really don't remember it."

Uriel was not discouraged, and he quickly reminded: "No. 67 is opposite No. 44. Sir, have you remembered it?"

"This..." the dwarf racked his brains to recall.

At this moment, Cecilia held the gold coin and said:

“It’s a public toilet there, Mr. Uriel.”

The apprentice was stunned for a moment.

His expression became very strange, he was laughing for a while and wanted to cry again, but he really couldn't find a look that could express his mood at this moment.

Sister Carrot looked at his changing face worriedly, thinking that he might have a fever. The girl had no idea how awesome it was to turn into a toilet that she hated for a long time, nor how desperate it was to lose the source of income she relied on overnight.

"Well, Mr. Painte, I promise you." The apprentice murmured, pressing his forehead.

"Have you changed your mind?"

How could I not change? Do I have to clean the public toilet? That's the job of the sanitation bureau. I heard that applying for a job has high educational requirements...

"Yes." Ulier said sincerely, "I think I need this job very much."

"..." Paint was surprised by his rebellion, but he didn't ask. Perhaps in the eyes of the dwarf, a guy who ran to the bar and thought it was his own family, had nothing stupid to do.

"Okay, I will collude with others and keep the secret for you. In short, don't let Ez discover it. He is an angry person. If you break his tavern, he will definitely ask for compensation."

Paint gave a rough voice, his eyes shining with gloating light: "I've long wanted to see that guy suffer a loss, you've been a big help."

Uriel nodded strangely, watching the short man drink all the honey wine, and then excitedly discuss the cover-up.

Will others agree with him? How unpopular is that bar owner...

When the apprentice tried to turn his face away, he happened to see an orange-red face shaking his head at him, which made Uriel quickly look away.

But judging from his appearance, the Dwarf's proposal seems to be a chance?

"Uncle Painte and the others are Mr. Ez's old friends." Cecilia explained softly, "They have a good relationship and were once comrades in a team."

Uriel was attracted by her words: "Comrades?"

He couldn't help but look at Paint with the reflection of the cup, thinking that the big nose dwarf's height could not reach the bottom line of recruitment standards. How did he get into the Kingdom army?

"The Knox Mercenary Group has the same name as the bar. Mr. Ez was originally a captain."

"Mercenary Group, what is that?" Ulier thought this was an illegal assembly organization. There were no mercenaries in the Eastman Kingdom, let alone groups. There were many adventurers. They were all a group of people with bad minds. They like to spend a lot of money to find excitement in the mountains and valleys, and then write the experience into messy travel notes to fool people later to die.

Of course, these things are very interesting to be regarded as saying, and even there is a special section for publishing them in the newspapers and magazines of the Kingdom.

Cecilia pushed down her glasses, not sure if the boy in front of her was teasing her, but he was indeed interested, straightening his back and waiting for her answer.

He might just not have much common sense. Cecilia hesitated for a moment and replied, "That's a team of adventurers. They will go to the forest together to capture mysterious creatures and exchange them for money, and also receive hired escorts to travel through the country. Most adventurers are excellent warriors, so mercenaries are also glorious professions."

The apprentice was stunned. Although he had prepared some different preparations for the other world, the mysterious creature? What is that? It can't be eaten!

"What is the mysterious creature?"

"It's just some monsters with mysterious powers. They are not easy to mess with, but they are often very valuable."

Mysterious Power...Mysterious Train...Is that train also very common in this world?

As if he had grabbed the life-saving straw, the apprentice was excited. He stood up and brought down his chair: "What about the floating cloud train? Do you know a train that shuttles through the world? What kind of mysterious creature or object is that?"

"Sorry, I only know that the Kingdom Train 1... It was made by the dwarves and was buried in the Angma Tunnel. Mr. Paint knew better." Sister Carrot took a step back and lowered her head.

Uriel calmed down as if he had been poured with cold water. He sat back on the chair blankly, and even the loud noise came from behind him was unaware of it.

The loud noise made Cecilia raise her head, and she let out a short whisper:

"Mr. Ez!"

The apprentice did not look back. He stared at his wine glass in a daze. More than half of the coffee inside reflected a pale, decadent face.

It took him a long time to accept the fact that he was unable to go home for the time being, and may have left a bad impression on his future boss. Uriel stood up in annoyance, and was about to do something to save him, but he saw a strange traveler standing behind him at some point.

Then the guy suddenly lowered his head and said in a panic tone: "Have you just arrived?"
Chapter completed!