This is indeed my home. Uriel checked every step he took. He groped along the corners, trying to find out where the stairs and corners were. They match exactly as remembered. If the landlord would clear out the first floor and put in tables and chairs, the cabin would look exactly like the Knox Bar. Is this a coincidence?
"What are you looking for?" Cecilia asked. She looked drowsy.
"I want to clean this place," Uriel told her. "When your boss comes back, he will definitely like to see clean floors and steps. This will be very helpful for my request."
"It doesn't matter, he will promise you. Ez is the nicest person I have ever met."
Uriel was not convinced. Although Cecilia's work attitude is not up to par, she seems to have a good rapport with the patrons at the bar. He asked himself that he had no such advantage. If you want to have a place to stay before going home, it's important to show your worth.
"I haven't met him yet. But for now, you are the best people I have ever met."
Cecilia blushed. "Don't praise me. It's very unstable." She retreated behind the bar.
Uriel suddenly realized that she looked like an opera star when she blushed, but he couldn't tell how she looked like her, so he quickly looked away. Still thinking about something urgent. He picked up the mop absentmindedly and plunged it into the bucket.
Someone patted his calf. "What did you say to her, kid?"
Uriel looked down and saw Painter. Who else could it be? "Just, uh, clearing up the misunderstanding."
"Cecila is a good boy."
"I...I haven't broken any laws."
The big-nosed dwarf stared at him for a while, as if he didn't understand what he was saying. The apprentice happened to twist the mop and quickly fled to the other end of the aisle. Somehow, he felt ashamed of having his heart penetrated.
The dwarf caught up and said, "I'm watching you."
"I'll buy you a drink, Mr. Painter. But I have to save up enough money first."
"Are you pretending to be stupid on purpose?"
"Is there any intention of pretending to be stupid?"
"I've never seen it anyway." Painter wrinkled his nose and snorted. "No matter what, you can't hide a nightingale in Knox. Mark my words, you'll understand when Eze comes back. Do you want to wait here?"
"I want to apply."
"Don't think I didn't hear you. You just said you had a job, didn't you?"
I have more than just a job. The problem, Uriel thought, was that there was no way to go back. "To be honest, Mr. Painter, I wish I had. Where is Sombigler 67 now?"
"Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"just asking."
"67...? I remember it was a shoe store, no, it was 81. How much is it? Is it a dentist's office?"
At this time, Cecilia stuck her head out and pushed up her glasses: "No. 67 is a public toilet, Uriel."
incredible. The apprentice tried his best not to laugh. This was not a good thing, losing his job meant he would end up on the streets. But so what? It can't be worse than now. It was a hell of a day. "I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Painter," he replied matter-of-factly. "Now I don't have a job."
The two of them stared at each other by the stairs. Cecilia, the waitress, yawned and slowly shrank back into her chair.
"Listen to me, Uriel." The dwarf Painter stepped onto the steps and looked level with the apprentice. "Knox is not the only one in the Four Leaf City who is short of waiters. You can find other places. If it weren't for Cecilia, would you still stay here?"
Uriel was a little ashamed, but he still kept saying nonsense: "I have a fate with this place."
"Don't say you still think this is your home!"
"That's the truth. I was sent here by the floating cloud train, and the ticket inspector... these are all facts, even if they don't sound true. Maybe in another world, I live here."
The dwarf frowned. "You're so stubborn, kid. That's so outrageous. Either you're crazy, or the world is crazy. It can't all be okay. Come on, man, be realistic."
"The reality is I have to support myself, no matter where the hell it is."
"Watch your tongue. Knox is a place of order and has nothing to do with the devil. But since you only have this request, you might as well wait until Ezz comes back to deal with it. We are all waiting for him."
"When does he come back?"
"Very soon. He stopped by to pick someone up on the way. As expected, the unlucky guy had to travel every bus route in the city. There are just some people who can't do anything with the alchemy machine. You have plenty of time."
"Alchemy machine...?"
"What? You're so obsessed with trains, I thought you knew something about it."
"I have no idea." Uriel flatly denied. Something was wrong here, and he vaguely realized the key. There may not be an explanation behind this room of strange creatures. "Can you tell me?"
"No. I'm not made to be a mentor."
Uriel had no choice. After all, he still owed the other party a favor, so he could no longer ask for it shamelessly. He bypassed the tables and chairs, cleaned the blind corners of the stairs, and wiped the windows below with a rag. The summer street scene outside the window still gave him an absurd illusion. Even though this is a familiar scenery, the people living inside are strangers. When I walked out of the house, no one had to help me. As it should be. But at this time, the apprentice suddenly found someone looking at him. "Are you awake, Miss Cecilia?"
There was a crisp sound. The next moment, the red-haired girl suddenly slipped out of the chair. A bit of golden light danced on the newly wiped floor, and Gululu bumped into the steps.
Cecilia pounced, but a moment too late. The precious little gold coin with Flavia's face engraved on it rolled across the floor and finally got stuck in the gap on the first step of the steps. This is certainly no coincidence. Uriel had just cleared away the dirt that was stuck inside, and now he had to fill it with something.
"It's over now." The orange-faced man said with a smile.
Painter jumped up: "You did a good job, Uriel! You scared her."
How did the responsibility fall on me? The apprentice pretended not to hear. "Got to hook it up."
"Stuck." Cecilia was already on the way to try. "I guess it's not the hook," she whispered.
"Your strength is in the wrong place."
"Try changing the screwdriver?"
"Move to the side." Uriel poured some foam into it, "It's just a little short."
"Don't do it! It will get damp inside." Painter stopped, "Okay, that's all. Stop! Who can take the bucket aside for me? It's you, York. You can't watch the fun in vain. " he commanded. "Come on, you two fools, big fools, get out of the way. Why do I have to care about the whereabouts of the money after paying the bill?" He twisted his face and teased while putting his fingers in. "Caught."
"Can you take it out?" The hook could do the same thing, so Uriel began to care about the next step.
"Of course. My fingers are more dexterous than those of iron. These things are forged, sharpened and flattened by our own hands. For dwarves, a pair of dexterous and powerful hands is priceless..." Click. His movements froze.
There was silence. "What's going on?" The orange-faced man stretched his head to take a look.
The apprentice lowered his head and took a look. "The floor is cracked." Painter was right. Not just anyone can break wood with bare hands. It's just that compared to dexterity, dwarves may have stricter requirements for strength.
The orange-faced man also squatted down. "The gold coins are out."
"Is one Abi gold coin enough to replace the floor?"
"If you ask me, 80% of it is not enough. Look, it's soaked inside. This whole piece needs to be replaced."
Cecilia covered her face and sobbed.
