"Hey," the lewd old man rubbed his hands together, "don't look at me like this now, back in the days, I was also a world-famous juggler."
"A juggler ...... juggler?"
I searched Emile's knowledge and found that there was no such a profession.
"That's right, the only unique juggler in the world above and below."
"Eh ......"
That sounds very powerful.
"My profession is to bring laughter to earth and send joy with the world."
So that ......
"It’s just a magician who is doing tricks."
Old Mrs. Shia said with disdain.
"Don't make me so cheap, let's do it this way, your problem will be solved by me."
The old man grinned lewdly at us, his withered body shifted and leaned over to the dining table beside him.
"Nah, old lizard," he snapped his fingers at the lizard man, "if you don't refuse, my bottle of old wine that's been hidden for more than twenty years ......"
"Give it to me!?"
The lizardman responded with a big, cheerful grin.
"Let you try a sip."
"Gee whiz ......"
The old man turned to a group of dog-headed people at the table again, "Nah, that tail play, I'll treat you guys to play a whole night."
"Really, really!?"
"I don’t treat married guy."
"Ch ......"
The old man went around to a woman holding a child and said affectionately to the child.
"Nah, Ghemk Jr, are you looking forward to the trick?"
"Forget about it," the woman hugged the child upward, "Ghemk Jr said she got tired of your tricks."
"This little kid ......I didn't do my best with the ones I showed you."
He waved his fist viciously at the child, only to provoke a grimace from the child.
The old man finally came to a group of people in black robes.
"Hey, this table, I know you're planning something."
"Are you threating us?" The one in the lead narrowed his eyes, "We're not afraid ......"
"I at least have some savings, when this show is over, I'll give it all to you guys as funding."
The black-robed man's gaze flickered a few times.
"Deal."
"Hey, old man," Mrs. Shia took him by the ear, "what are you doing? You're not going to live after this?"
"Yeah."
"Crazy ......"
"Well, well," said the old man, fawning as he ran back to us with an obscene little trot, "that your problem completely solved, and your decision is?"
He rubbed his hands together solicitously and watched our reaction.
"Well, ok," Emile rested her chin and looked back down at the people around her, "It seems quite interesting."
"That, I ......"
The boy hesitated with anxiety.
Old Mrs. Shia's withered fingers rested on the boys' shoulders.
She smiled and waved her hand at us.
"There happens to be one more double room and one single room, the innermost one on the second floor, the girls go up first, this young man and I have something to say ......"
The store has a long wooden staircase with a long row of corridors on it.
Emile dragged me up the stairs. She tossed the bag Sicya had entrusted to the old man.
"Eh?" He managed to catch the bag, "Benefit money?"
"Your name is Finland, right? Sicya asked us to give it to you."
Emile said without looking back.
He flipped through it a little and asked, "What's in it?"
"A love letter, and a small ring hidden in the corner."
"Uh ...... ah, so ah ......"
...... What should I do with Emile.
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A very usual hut, simple deer head decoration, and a small lamp placed by the bed.
It seems to be a plant.
"This is a fluorescent flower," Emile jumped onto the bed and lifted the petals of the flower, "similar to the electric lights in your world, but this is purely natural and unpolluted."
The goose yellow stamens of the fluorescent flower emitted a little fluorescence as the petals unfolded, not too bright, just enough to fill the cabin with a warm glow.
I stretched out a bit and lay down on the other bed, placing the little white on the head of the bed.
A wisp of white dust came out of Little White's body and floated to the floor, condensing into Big White's body.
"This is called spiritualization, and it keeps the consumption to a minimum."
Emile hugged her pillow to her chest and looked at me with a smile.
"So can Little White be spiritualized too?"
"Depends on whether you want to or not, but with the weight of the little white is not much needed."
I touched Little White's soft fur, and it inclined its head and arched my finger.
"That's better, I prefer the real thing."
"Hmm~" Emile yawned, "Let's get some sleep then, I'm so tired today ......"
"Hmm. "
"Hmmm ......"
"......"
" ......"
She and I looked at each other for about ten seconds, then said in unison.
"'----Sleep!!'"
I crossed the pillow over my chest and glared at Emile.
"How can I fall asleep before you do! In a double room like this do you think I would not know what you want to do!?"
"I won't do anything! I'll just get under your blanket and warm my cold heart!
"That's already across the line! I'm definitely not going to sleep before you!"
"Then let's have a competition! Do you think you'll have more energy than me!?"
--five minutes later
"Ha~ you go to sleep ......"
"...... "
"I ...... I definitely won't ......"
Emile leaned back lazily on the pillow, her body slightly tilted, and muttered under her breath.
"Absolutely ...... absolutely will not sleep first ......"
"...... "
The sound of even breathing rang out from Emile's side.
Already fall asleep ......
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--- Blood of Shia --- Store Hut
" I'm actually here to find someone. "
The boy who hadn't had a chance to say anything said timidly to old Mrs. Shia.
"Well," she nodded, staring at the ring on the fingertip of the boy's right hand, "Who are you looking for?"
"Nalisha!" His eyes lit up, "A very beautiful woman!"
"That beautiful woman ......" Shia said faintly as she touched his chin, "She’s dead."
"...... eh?"
"She’s dead."
"What!?"
"It's late today, go get some rest first," Shia took out a register from the counter, "What's your name?"
The boy wrapped his robe uneasily and stared at his finger ring.
"My name is Tassili."
"Tassili ......," the old woman chewed down the name and suddenly smiled, "Hmm, a good name."
