Uriel had all kinds of incredible ideas about danger. The day he arrived in Knox, he tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep, fearing that he would encounter an evil dragon in his dream, or be kidnapped by a wandering knight in the name of stowaway when he woke up. As a result, the apprentice barely fell asleep until dawn. In his dream, he heard the squeaking sound of the floating train gliding across the bus tracks.
The next day, Mr. Eds Haynes threw the rag in his face, claiming he would not hire another sleepless employee. It turns out that this is the real danger. The mystery left him again, and Uriel told himself that survival was the first priority when entering the new world.
"What's going on?" When walking down the stairs, Cecilia appeared behind the bar. She frowned and looked at Uriel, and then she remembered to wear glasses. "You went upstairs, Uriel? Are you okay?"
"What's the problem?" Joey didn't really have a head. He is a normal person...a normal person on a spiritual level. The apprentice feels that it may not be difficult to communicate with the messenger, as long as you are willing to endure the other party's illogical dialogue. Probably his status as a tower messenger made him different from the Knox mercenaries on the first floor. No one can act casually in front of his boss, and I was frightened in front of Mr. Eze.
"It's just daily cleaning. There is no need for mysterious creatures to waste time on trivial matters. Do you still have a headache?"
"I feel better when I'm scared by you."
Her face still didn't look good. Uriel handed over the frozen mung bean soup: "Don't worry all the time, I have a sense of proportion."
"Don't tell me you went upstairs for the ice. Uriel!"
"There is a reason for that," said the apprentice. "I have observed that the glass on the second floor is frosted almost every day. It is especially severe when Mr. Haynes goes upstairs. It seems that whenever anyone visits, the surroundings get colder. No need. It’s for nothing.” He shrugged. "Besides, it's really hard to live alone without eating or drinking."
"Mysterious creatures are not like us." Cecilia reminded, "You also know the situation of the messenger. Ice is not the only thing you can get from him."
There was also frostbite, paralysis, and confusion. "I dare say that if you had a kinder attitude, Lord Messenger would probably be more popular than wine in Yanyue."
"Our welcome means nothing to him."
"Maybe you're right." Uriel has learned not to be serious with the waitress. "how is the taste?"
"Too sweet. Did you put two spoons of sugar?"
"A spoonful."
"Must be a big spoonful."
"Yes." Uriel admitted, "I used a spoon."
Cecilia blinked and placed the empty glass on the bar. "To be honest, when I first started cooking, I considered using that spoon to fry chestnuts. Unfortunately, I found a shovel that was easier on my hands... There is a small shop in Sombigrad that specializes in fried nuts. Maybe we should go and check it out. , what on earth is a spoon used for?”
"Forget it, I'm worried you'll have heat stroke again." Uriel did not mention the messenger's warning. There is no connection between the security of Yotsuye City and the ringing of church bells. There is no need to scare her, as long as she goes out less often. "As for the tools, Mr. Haynes will be back soon. We'll wait until next time."
"Then Mr. Painter and the others will probably come over too. I'll have to prepare a few more bottles of Max." Cecilia stood up with a sigh. "Can you go down to the wine cellar with me?"
"Down there? You don't have to go out, right?"
"You can't find it when you go out. The entrance is here. There is only one." The red-haired waiter pointed to the stairs. No wonder the floor is so damp.
Uriel looked at the pressing stone. "Then I'll just go down." It's probably very cold inside.
"I don't think you recognize Max's mead. They come in barrels."
"Oh, I know the tag. It's okay."
But things are surprisingly complicated. "Unfortunately, we don't have labels. There is no light in the wine cellar, so you can only tell what you want by smell." The waitress pushed up her glasses, "Occasionally you will step on a mouse. Are you worried?"
"I never worry about rats."
"I'm different. If you don't worry, I'll be relieved. The mice will be scared away by my hair." She shook her braid.
Her teasing put him in a good mood. Uriel couldn't help but stare at her red hair. They were thick, bright, and radiant, like flames. He could smell a hint of chestnuts, and some spices he couldn't name. Cecilia was so gifted at identifying scents that she might even be able to make her own perfume. What spice tastes like chestnuts? The apprentice could only think of chestnut shells.
Going down to the wine cellar, the temperature is getting lower and lower, but the smell is getting stronger and stronger. Uriel couldn't think, he felt like his mind was frozen again. The scent became a rope, tightly tied around his neck, pulling him to follow Cecilia. Wonderful feeling. Mostly it's also a kind of magic. Didn't Sauron say that mortals can also use magic?
She suddenly turned her head.
"It's so dark in here." Uriel said as if he was pricked by a needle.
Cecilia's eyes moved over. "Everyone thinks so except the cat. But you can't bring candles in the wine cellar. It would be a disaster if it caught fire."
"I'm afraid that's what happened."
"What's that on your left? There's a bright spot."
Uriel raised his hand subconsciously.
…
Transparent water vapor forms the words: "The bell tower is to the east"
"I see, you can probably tell the difference between east, west and north. This is one of your functions." The messenger took off the ring. "Stay here. It's safe here."
Soren Gessen was silent for a while. If it really thinks about the meaning of this sentence, you should forgive it. After all, the Night Whispering Ring thinks the same way as other people, and it can't see through people's hearts. "Yes," it wrote slowly, "it's just a little windy here, and it's not dangerous." Besides, I have functions other than identifying directions, such as identifying bus route maps. Are you sure you want me to stay, sir? 』
The messenger lowered his head.
He was now dozens of yards in the air, with no place to stand or support gravity. According to common sense, it is impossible for a person to stand in the air, but mysterious creatures have their own common sense. The only reason Uriel couldn't find the White Envoy was that he didn't look up. Even after experiencing ridiculous things like world travel, his thinking still has a "normal" inertia.
"There is no other choice, Sauron. If you can solve the anomaly in the clock tower, you can probably wait here instead. I can certainly guarantee the safety of the bar." The messenger stared at the ring, "Is it possible that you can't?"
"This is one of my functions...wait, you mean to ask me to protect the safety of Knox Tavern?" 』
The messenger frowned, as if asking, "Should I be worried about you?" Fortunately he didn't say anything. "no?"
"Of course, no problem." Sauron's strokes were too heavy, and the transparent water vapor made a crackling sound, formed into ice, and fell into the sky. "Actually, it's not that difficult to understand." It couldn't be written anymore. "Do you know which train leads to the clock tower, my lord?" I can advance..."
"To the top of the bell tower?"
"There is no route that meets the requirements in Yotsuye Castle"
"So I have to fly over." The messenger didn't frown or urge, but he didn't seem to want to continue talking. You don't really know how his emotions show because he barely shows them. But when those who encountered misfortune or had desires went to the sanctuary of the gods to pray, the gods also did not respond, but they all felt that they had received revelations. The two are probably the same thing. "If you have something to say, don't dawdle. It seems Haynes didn't fix you."
"..."
The ring didn't even have time to tell the difference before it spun around and chased Snowflake.
…
He was startled. "Sauron?" Uriel couldn't remember when he put it on. "Aren't you...?" Gone?
Cecilia looked at him curiously. "A beautiful ring. Where did you get it?"
Could it be that she didn't know? Uriel tried to take off the ring, but failed. "It is the ring of Sauron Gessen, Lord Messenger. To be clear in advance, I have no ability to steal it."
But she glared at the apprentice angrily: "I will not doubt others casually!"
"Except for my seasoning skills, right?" Uriel muttered.
Cecilia paused. She definitely wanted to say something, but most likely it wouldn't be an apology. A crackling sound came from the wall. Ring couldn't help it anymore: "You really have a talent for seducing girls, Uriel"
"Yes!" The waitress raised her head and almost hit the apprentice's nose. He couldn't understand why people were targeting his nose. "Ouch."
"Ouch." Fortunately, Uriel reacted quickly and grabbed her arm. They backed away together, knocking over an empty, calf-high can. The pottery bones rolled into the darkness. "What word?"
"I can't see clearly." Cecilia pushed up her glasses. Even holding her back, Uriel could feel her heartbeat. You said you're not afraid? "How timely, Uriel. I don't want to plunge into the barrel." She seemed to grab his hand gratefully, then quickly stood up and stepped far away.
The apprentice turned to glance at the wall. He was closer to the stairs and able to read the text. But he soon regretted finishing it. Uriel moved quietly to cover Soren Gessen's teasing. "Don't worry about the words. We have business to do."
"Business?" here? A lonely man and a widow..."
"Did you hear it? What was it?"
This bastard! Uriel forced himself to smile: "I didn't hear it anyway. It could be the mouse, who else could it be?"
"Now I expect to step on them." Cecilia sniffed. She slipped back into the shadows and searched carefully among a pile of sealed wine cans.
The apprentice finally relaxed a little. "Wipe it off!" he whispered to Mr. Ring.
Below the text, traces of frost spread out to form transparent letters: "No"
