The young man dreamed that he was in a tavern.

He was standing on the highest chair in the tavern, one foot on the armrest, and then poured a large barrel of beer into his mouth.

His throat twitched up and down, and wheat-colored wine splashed, but it wasn't sweet.

"Whew... Whew... Whew. ”

The sound of rapid breathing sounded from nowhere, and the young man put down his glass and tried to wipe the beer off his face, but he could not wipe it clean.

"Blackcurrant!"

With the woman's low voice, the young man jerked open his eyes and found a pit bull stepping on his shoulder, his crimson tongue wiping his face like a brush.

Hearing his master's shout, Blackcurrant licked the young man's cheek twice, and then gasped and jumped back into Joris's arms along the table and the miscellaneous items piled up in the office.

Reaching for the back of Blackcurrant's neck, Joris looked guilty.

"Mr. Oreo, I'm so sorry, I was taking care of that cat......"

"Cats?"

Oreo rolled his eyes from side to side, and it took a moment for him to remember what had happened in the morning.

"The Siamese cat?"

Cuarón pushed open the wooden door, and the setting sun fell behind him.

"Young master, it's the Turin shorthair cat worth a thousand gold coins."

Oreo licked the roots of his teeth as he pulled a gold coin out of his pants.

"Very well, Joris, you did not disappoint me, so this gold coin will be used as a reward for your hard work."

Joris glanced at Caron quickly and refused.

"Mr. Oreo, this will take me a few minutes, you can just give me three silver coins as usual."

Without waiting for Oreo to speak, Cuaron said in a deep voice.

"Miss Joris, take it."

"......" Joris's hand tightened, and the blackcurrant in her arms opened her teeth and claws, with a pained expression.

"Yes."

After the wooden door of the office was closed again, Oreo pulled another gold coin from his pocket and tossed it.

"I said Cuarón, if it was as easy to make money every day as it is today, we could move into Fifth Street next month."

The valet nodded.

"Tutan is above, may your wishes come true."

The valet is an old perfunctory, and Oreo knows it.

So he ignored Caron at all, but walked deep and shallow in the messy room, and finally took out a blue cat from the grandfather clock.

He carried the tail of the blue cat, as if admiring a roast suckling pig.

"I've got to get this cat to the old woman first, tsk... Baby, you're worth a lot. ”

"Young Master."

Caron took off his riding coat and took an apron from the shelf.

"Do you need me to come with you?"

Oreo crossed Caron with the cat.

"No, Brussels Boulevard, 7th Street."

"Yes."

Cuarón waited by the door, watching Oreo disappear at the end of Ninth Street.

......

Stepping onto Seventh Street, Oreo looked around at the street.

The roads are wide and spotlessly clean. The two sides of the road are planted with moderately well-built greenery, and the mere sight of it is refreshing.

It's just that the city inspectors who rode by from time to time were very eyesore, and they seemed to want to drive themselves out of here.

Oreo quickened his pace, he had to finish his work before the sun went down completely, or he would be caught in the detention center by the damned City Patrol after he was mistaken for an outcast.

"Number 160..."

As he got closer to his destination, Oreo saw a black manor house that smelled of a widow, and his instinct told him that it was the old woman's home.

Passing two tasteless tall buildings, he stopped in front of the black manor and stared up at the tall doorway.

Sure enough.

Avenue Brussels, 163.

Picking up the blue cat in his hand, Oreo glanced at the rucksack he was carrying.

It was emptied before I came, and it was certainly not a problem to hold a thousand gold coins.

After confirming, Oreo stretched out his right hand and gently pressed the doorbell next to him.

After waiting for a while, a young man ran out of the porter, looking Oreo up and down with suspicious eyes, and finally looked at Oreo's shorthair cat.

"Found it so quickly? Wait a minute, I'll go in and get the money for you. ”

Are you so sure that you are holding Mrs. Andorra's cat in your hand?

Oreo narrowed his eyes as he watched the young man run into the mansion.

The mansion was magnificent, and from the traces of vines and the rounded edges of the stone walls, Oreo speculated that the mansion was some years old, probably about the same age as Turin.

The old mansion, the proud widow, and Oreo also speculated about the identity of the owner of the mansion.

But for this business, it doesn't matter.

While thinking about it, there was the sound of horses' hooves ticking behind him.

Oreo quickly turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a carriage that was not from the City Patrol, but it stopped right behind him, and then he heard the screams of Madame Andorra.

"My little liver!"

Changing her previous weakness, Mrs. Andorra quickly stepped out of the carriage and hugged Oreo's short-haired cat in her arms, wailing as if she were parting with life.

"My heart ...... my heart"

At the same time, there was a rush of footsteps on the other side, and the doorman flashed out of the corner of the porter with a bag of gold coins.

The moment he saw Mrs. Andorra, he quickly stopped, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Madam, is it a thousand gold coins?"

"My little liver..."

Mrs. Andorra rubbed her cheek against the short-haired cat, as if she were nodding.

Confirmed, Oreo took his eyes off the doorman's face and reached for his right hand near the bag of gold coins.

"Hey."

The doorman hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Madame Andorra walk into the depths of the manor, he handed the bag to Oreo.

"Wait a minute."

Oreo called out to the doorman, grabbed a handful of gold coins from his pocket and threw them into his backpack, counting them as he flickered.

“49，”

He grabbed another handful of gold coins, "126,165,228......"

After counting a thousand gold coins like a cloud, Oreo handed his left hand to the doorman and said with a blank face.

"You still owe me ten gold coins."