"Natural phenomenon?" Uriel repeated.
"If you ask me, it's no different than wind and rain."
This man redefined weather. Uriel didn't know how to respond. He stared at the messenger as he erased the word frost, and the glass returned to blank. "What about the train? In my world, it is a man-made thing, similar to a bus. In Knox, it is some kind of alchemy result of the dwarves. Is this considered a natural phenomenon?"
"Bus? You mean those iron boxes that can move forward without being pulled by animals?" The messenger asked, "Isn't this abnormal enough?"
"...?"
Uriel felt that he had to reconsider the credibility of the messenger's intelligence. The bus was not unique, he had only seen it on the street not long ago. The dwarves Painter and Cecilia both know this. Could it be that the person traveling through the world is not me but the other party? "The bus," the apprentice said tentatively, "it runs on machinery and fuel, Your Excellency."
The messenger looked at him with a frown, as if the apprentice was speaking a foreign language.
"But the Cloud Train definitely doesn't work that way." Uriel immediately changed the subject. He is not stupid. "Steel will not disappear out of thin air, let alone pass through other substances. Anyway, I always thought so."
The messenger replied: "From a mystical perspective, it is a phenomenon that connects two worlds."
"Why is it a phenomenon?"
"When the Floating Cloud Train stops, it will cause chaos in the laws there and create a huge magic interference field." The headless man insisted, "This is very similar to a storm."
By this time, Uriel was convinced that it was the personal opinion of the emissary to classify the cloud train and natural phenomena as similar. Anyway, I don’t need to refute him, so I might as well ask for other details. "When will it stop? Where will it stop?"
"I don't know. The tower records that the only thing that distinguishes it from a storm is that it occurs without warning and only leaves traces when it leaves."
So am I considered a trace? "That is to say, there is no way to find it actively?" The apprentice noticed something was wrong, "Then how can I...? Are there other ways to travel through the world...?"
"No. The levels of the world are different." The messenger told him, "Knox is the deep layer, that is, the inner world; the mysterious and declining world where you grew up is the surface layer, that is, the outer world. Mystery also has limitations."
These words are tantamount to a death sentence. Uriel stared at the other party intently, still in disbelief. I can never go back. I can never go home again? He backed away slowly, slamming the door with his shoulder. His spine could no longer support his body, and Uriel sat down against the door, exhaling a cloud of cold mist.
…
The noise was like a rising tide, spilling over the floor and into the attic. But no one inside seemed affected. When the messenger finished opening the last letter and threw the knife back into the drawer, Uriel came back to his senses. When is it? The owner actually didn’t drive me away? He stood up quickly. "I'm sorry, my lord, I wasted your time."
The messenger glanced at him. "Our times may be different. Gods bless you."
"I'm not sure." Uriel responded listlessly, "There are probably no gods in the outer world. Are there any in the inner world?"
"The gods are gone, and no one knows their whereabouts."
It is better to find something to do yourself than to expect the gods to help. I must remember this. Uriel sniffed and made his voice less harsh: "Even if it exists, I'm afraid they won't be able to hear this little trouble."
"I heard it, maybe they will even ask for a price."
The apprentice couldn't help but smile. He hadn't realized that most people couldn't laugh at this moment. "Gaia won't. But if you ask for help, you should be paid."
"Are you a Gaia believer?"
"That's what happened. But I'm a shallow believer and I don't have the money to buy indulgences." Uriel only remembered to pray when something happened, let alone worship every week.
"Knox also has his faith." Admittedly, if not, the messenger probably wouldn't be able to call Gaia's name. "In the mysterious realm, many Gaia believers form the Silent School and live in Monian Toros. They call themselves wizards and study spellcasting without spells."
"Casting a spell without a spell? Does magic have a spell?" Uriel felt strange. It seems that mystery seems to be a very ritualistic thing.
"Most witchcraft does. Not necessarily magic? Maybe very little."
"Witchcraft and magic are two different things?"
"After lighting the fire, there are many ways to control the magic power." The messenger replied.
"What's there?"
"Why are you asking? Do you want to light a fire?"
"No." Uriel didn't think so. Burning souls is truly terrifying, and it sounds like someone who has no other choice but to do it. As long as there is room for struggle, there is really no need to consider self-harm. I really think too much.
"Thank you, Lord Messenger. Is there anything else you can do? If it's a question about the surface world, I'll be happy to help. As for the Cloud Train." The apprentice felt that his performance was enough to explain the problem, "I'm sorry, except as a mortal. , I’m still an unlucky guy.”
"How old are you?"
He left Uriel confused: "Seventeen."
"I'm Joey."
Even stranger. Uriel thought to himself, what happened to him? What is the relationship between introduction name and age? He has seen a lot of mysterious creatures now, but he couldn't understand or understand the messenger from the moment he appeared. This guy is probably a foreigner, the apprentice concluded. The messenger who calls himself Joey looks to be only three or four years older than him, so it may be understandable that he doesn't know foreign languages well.
"I'm Uriel." The apprentice introduced again, "It's my honor to meet you, Your Excellency... er, Joey."
"Do you want to stay in Knox?"
Uriel heard the ambiguity. Is it really what I think it is? "Excuse me, my lord, do you mean at the bar by staying?" he tried to confirm.
"I can't control the whole world."
"And Mr. Haynes...?"
Joey thought about it carefully. "Do you have any companions?"
He couldn't remember the other person's last name, maybe he didn't know it in the first place? "Mr. Eds Haynes is the bar owner." The apprentice didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "He is still waiting for us outside."
"So, he probably doesn't need a new position."
…
Painter waved his hand. "It's still Max, Cecila. It's cold, do you have anything hot to drink?"
In the end, he only waited for the girl's snoring. The orange-faced man touched his chin and suddenly said: "I have seen snakes hibernating in the flaming moon. Will they turn into human form?"
"like you?"
"I'm not hibernating anymore."
"The flaming moon is still called hibernation? Come on, you think about useless things all day long." The dwarf pointed out. "But then again, how can she sleep so well?"
"It's boring to listen to you chatting," said York, the orange-faced man. "It's better to have some interesting dreams. I bought a bag of Dream Beans."
"That's your Sita's dream, stop talking nonsense! If you dare to give it to Cecilia, I will throw them all into the sewer."
"You know what? I couldn't guess where the beans were grown, and you happened to give me the inspiration." York replied seriously. But no one in Knox was interested in his beans.
"Stay there." Painter shooed the guy away and jumped behind the counter to search for bottles. The shelf was too high and he looked like he regretted jumping off. At this time, I had to call for help. "Uriel!"
"I heard it." The apprentice immediately turned back and climbed down the ladder. Knox's new door panels had a burnt smell from the sun, but fortunately the handles weren't too hot. Could this also have something to do with magic? "What's the matter, sir?" he hurried down the aisle.
"You haven't been looking over here, have you?"
"I have work to do." Uriel said calmly, "Get the wine, right?"
"Humph, eating and drinking are not important to me, but you mortals are." The dwarf glared at him, "Haines has shown great mercy again. These compassions should have been used to forgive our IOUs. Have you considered it? Fake the accounts, boy?"
Uriel blinked. "My abilities are limited."
"Then this is absolutely within your power. Tell me what happened. How did the messenger find you?"
"Hurry up and say it." The orange-faced man also came over to urge him.
"That's it." But the restaurant's voice quickly faded. Uriel turned his head and saw many heads stretching over. People were curious about what happened to him and were unwilling to interrupt him.
The feeling of being noticed is intimidating, but the apprentice does not feel scared when being watched by these strange creatures. After all, they all have brains after all. "Nothing else, I've said what I need to say. The train ticket inspector promised to take me home, but in the end he left me here... Well, tell me, how false does this sound?"
"Third-rate story," York commented.
"Too much nonsense."
"The pace is slow and the climax is lacking."
"There is no metaphor at all, it sounds too easy." Painter also replied, "There are many logical loopholes in the plot. Why don't you jump out of the car? Since it appears so weird, you should avoid it. .”
"Actually, I didn't react at all."
"You can't say that!"
"?"
"It's too ordinary, no gimmick. Either you are manipulated by magic, or you have a brain disease, eh, it's more likely that you fell in love with the girl in the car at first sight, and you were seduced by her. That's what the bards sing."
"I don't fall in love with people at first sight!"
"That's not necessarily true." The dwarf cleared his throat and was about to give a theory when others looked at them teasingly. Uriel knew that most of what he said next would be absurd. But what can I do if I listen to it? I no longer earn a salary based on hours worked.
But at this moment, a roar came from above their heads: "Shut up!" The sound of the voice actually woke up Cecilia, and her two little carrot-like pigtails flicked in front of the apprentice's eyes.
"Haines has written a similar book." The dwarf lowered his voice and revealed to Uriel. He looked very happy when he revealed Ed's background.
"We all know that bookstores that purchase goods are in bad luck." Someone snickered.
“Don’t expect to make money from your stories,” York added.
Their advice was heartfelt, but Uriel couldn't hear it at all. Because at the same time, the red-haired waitress had already put on her glasses and asked him if anyone came to buy wine.
This time, the apprentice heard it very clearly.
