"I don't know what you came to this conclusion based on... Listen, Larsen, if you ask me to solve the trouble they have caused to your two annoying apprentices, I will apply to leave-"

A round cat-faced flower that was used as a soundtrack was spitting out of saliva by the roar. As soon as he put the purple petals in his ear, a blunt refutation came from the opposite side and threw out a bomb-like message.

"What? Special messenger? Why didn't you say it earlier! Damn, do you bastard want me to die in the store?"

Mr. Traveler, wearing a flat top hat, a thick black trench coat in the sun, and carrying a large suitcase and wearing gloves, suddenly raised his voice octave. He was furious and drooling at the poor flower, causing its dark purple ears to droop.

"I tell you, Larson, this is absolutely impossible! You can't imagine what kind of torture I suffered under the hands of that lunatic. If you do it again, it will really cost me my life...what? What did he ask?"

The traveler raised his sleeve and wiped his face. He didn't know if it was hot or scared. His head was covered in sweat, almost as if he had just climbed up from the river.

"Hey, hell! Why did he look for me?... It's okay, it's okay! No one will participate in what he does! Other messengers, they are the same... can't I let me go?"

"He's here-what are you kidding? Larson, this time I'm no matter what... Larson, Larson!!"

While chatting at Pansy across servers, the traveler walked to his pub. He didn't put down the box and freed up his hand, and kicked open the door.

Bang—

It seemed that it was a bit too much, but in fact, the damaged door shaft was finally overwhelmed and lying in the entrance of the wine hall along the force.

"Mr. Ez!" The waiter at the bar called out.

Ez nodded, not letting his anger affect his employees. As for the collapsed wooden door, although it was a expense, it slightly calmed his anger, which was considered a valuable loss... The traveler stepped into the tavern, ignored the familiar faces in the room, and went straight to the bar counter, and then put down his suitcase.

Suddenly, Ez noticed that there seemed to be a strange face in his cafe. Normally, Knox would not accept guests outside the mercenary group on Wednesday afternoons. Cecilia was a little lazy, but other mercenaries would not let their party be disturbed.

He has arrived.

Larsen's words flashed through his mind, and Ez's arm holding Pansy froze. The suitcase that he was about to take off his hand fell gently and silently on the table, as if his face changed from anger to an extremely reluctant smile.

"Sorry, did you just come?"

“…”

Uriel didn't expect that the owner of the bar was such a friendly person. How could such a hospitality method be just a bar owner? His store should be a national chain.

The bar suddenly became quiet, and Cecilia looked at them in confusion, no one knew what medicine Ez had taken wrong.

The apprentice has never received such courtesy. He is even more panicked than boarding the Floating Cloud Train again. He waved his hand and shook his head, and said awkwardly:

"Hello, Mr. Ez..."

"No, no, no, you are too polite." Ez didn't look up. In his opinion, Uriel's performance was not surprising at all.

In his impression, the messengers are all abnormal people, so isn’t it normal for abnormal people to do things that ordinary people cannot understand?

Of course, he is more likely to be in a state of extreme excitement, so his mind is not working well for the time being.

The bar owner looked at Ulier's face with a ginger look. He didn't know what he found, but suddenly became cautious. He glanced left and right: on the left was Sister Carrot who was still confused, and on the right were the mercenaries who were picking up their chins one by one.

Suddenly, Ez suddenly realized: "Please come with me, Lord Messenger."

He walked towards the stairs behind the bar, but as he passed by Cecilia, the strange-looking but decent gentleman suddenly jumped, causing Sister Carrot to subconsciously cover her braids.

Click—

Uriel's eyes moved down and saw Ez's leather boots stepping on a carpet.

"No, no, no... it's not what I did! No, it's me, it's me who was careless-" Cecilia was so scared that she was incoherent, making the big-nose dwarf at the dining table look so angry that she was so angry.

Ez hasn't even expressed anything yet, why did you tell the truth first?

"...It doesn't matter, I'm just a little more at ease next time." Ez didn't look squinting, and he didn't show any embarrassment about his antics at all. This psychological quality makes people look sideways.

He pulled his heel out of the broken wooden board as if nothing had happened and stepped onto the first step.

“…”

The apprentice followed the dusty traveler to the second floor in a daze. He was also familiar with the environment here. He used to live here with his roommate who came out of the orphanage. The two of them exchanged their meager salary for a Fifrank's shelter.

And now, at the end of the stairs is a spacious living room with a light without a wire hanging from the ceiling. Ez snaps his fingers and it lights up by itself.

Before Ulier could be surprised, he saw the bar owner opening the windows with great care and dusting them off. He even watered the flower pots on the balcony. Such meticulous service was like Ulier was not a guest who only consumed a cup of coffee, but a funder who gave money or a power-free urban management superior.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy, "Mr. Ez, is there anything wrong?"

The traveler who was quickly planting pansies in the flower pot turned around, and his face under his hat was still covered with sweat. He pondered for a moment, and then nodded solemnly: "I understand, sir. I will not let the news be revealed. Your public itinerary will end with me."

What did you understand, why I don’t understand myself... The apprentice twitched the corners of his mouth, wondering if Mr. Ez had any strange misunderstanding of himself.

Uriel decided to directly explain his job search intentions so as not to let such an embarrassing situation continue. He really couldn't stand a stranger treating him like a father, and he didn't want his son to have any brain problems. As for the dwarf's promise, the apprentice would not be expected now:

"Mr. Ez, I'm here to apply for the job. Do you lack employees here? I can clean, move things, and keep accounts-I know the words."

staff?

Ez's movements solidified again. He looked at the apprentice's shabby cotton coat and his thin body, wondering what the messenger was doing.

Is it a role-playing game? But it would be silly if they were the only two of them here, and they would have to do a full set of scenes...

"No problem." But even if he was stupid, Ez had to cooperate. Otherwise, the other party would just move his fingers, and his ring-level druid would have to meet his mother who had been dead for many years.

The kind Goddess Gaia, if you don't want to see the guardian of order innocently surrendered, please wish me your answer to satisfy the madman in front of you.

“…!!”

The apprentice couldn't believe that he had won the opportunity so easily. Could it be that the goddess really favored him?

"Really? You won't go back on your word?"

"Repent? You don't know me, sir, my reputation is famous on this street."

"That's good." The apprentice breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, can you ask, how did you come from? The space gate that lost its coordinates should be stopped." Ez thought about it and didn't understand how the astrological tower that lost its coordinates in the Eastman Kingdom sent people. He thought he still had time, but the messenger came earlier than him.

They left the headquarters at the same time, perhaps Ez was a little earlier. He caught up with the last teleportation of the Eastman Kingdom, and then the thing was broken by Sabina and Roma.

Hell, I haven't reached my home yet, but the messenger from the headquarters arrived first. Did he fly all the way?

Wait, maybe the messenger came through the last teleportation, and then he would fly again... Damn Larsen! You bastard didn't inform me at the last moment, right? But what good will it do to you if I die? Who will help you cover up the troubles caused by those two naughty children in the future?

Mr. Druid believed that the most loss of business he had done was to exchange his whim for the friendship of his classmate Larsen. Because the latter was equivalent to endless trouble.

Especially after Larson had two apprentices, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a nightmare.

"I...I came by train."

Uriel said aloud.

Ez thought he had heard it wrong, "Train?"

"The cloud train, which came from the station in Sombigler, only seven stops to Fifrank. But it passed through the entire Midtown area or something, was already here when I got off."

What kind of mess is this?

The traveler glanced at the apprentice suspiciously and threw down the kettle. He rushed to Ulier and first compared the heights of the two - Ulier was half a head shorter than him; the bar owner looked carefully up and down, and from the buttoned collar to the dirty coat, his expression gradually changed from confusion to astonishment.

Then he went down the stairs and the apprentice could hear his roar on the second floor:

"Cecilia, what did the guest upstairs tell you?"

"He said he was coming to apply for the job, sir." The girl in glasses said in a crying voice, she was frightened.

"This is the only one?"

"This is the only one, I promise, that floor has nothing to do with him."

Then Ez didn't say anything, Paint's cough came up, and he seemed to choke. The mercenaries laughed softly.

The bar owner seemed to ponder for a while and asked again: "Where did he come in from, the gate?"

"Yes, he came in three times."

The apprentice almost went down to cover Sister Carrot's mouth. I thought I could tell how embarrassing his performance was at that time. He didn't care yet in a panic at that time. Now Uriel just wants them to forget that scene.

The laughter downstairs was even louder.

Ez stared at her eyes, standing there like a statue.

"Ez, what's wrong with you?" The big-nosed dwarf jumped onto the armrest and patted his shoulder. "Are you planning to change your work attitude and make every guest feel at home?"

"What about us? Are we considered your guests?" someone cheered.

“How about free orders?”

"It's too much, it's better to refill for free."

"As long as he uses a respectful title to me, he will be satisfied."

"Haha, unless the leader comes here in person, you don't think about it."

“…”

After a long time, Ez finally moved. He wiped Paint's saliva from his face and said firmly:

"dream."

...

And upstairs, Uriel is facing the biggest crisis in his life besides traveling through the world.

He saw a black boot pedaling on the side window frame of the window sill, as if it was appearing out of thin air; followed by slender fingers. It was pale and transparent than any pair of hands the apprentice had ever seen. It felt like the painter had painted a pattern of a pair of hands on white paper, but forgot to color it.

After finding the fulcrum, a person's body came in from outside.

Only body.

This is a headless man!

The apprentice felt a cold air spread from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck. He stepped back and leaned against the railing, his legs and feet were weak, so he couldn't control himself.

The body had already crawled in and took back the shoes that were stepping on the fragments of the flower pot. The pansy was crushed. It was wearing a grayish-white leather armor, a blurry visual effect that made it difficult to see the decoration on it.
Chapter completed!