"Woo~"

Holding her spear, Vicheric arched her back and stretched exaggeratedly, brushing her hair from her view and turning to look at Jet.

"You're going to be living here from tonight, aren't you? Lead the way first? ”

"Hmm."

Jett strapped his helmet to his waist and led the group up the stairs.

The first thing you see when you enter the building is a long and narrow hallway, with brown doors in front of you and on the left and right sides, all of which are firmly locked by metal railings, and a narrow, old staircase on the left side of the hallway.

It can be seen that one floor is only enough for two households, and from the façade alone, the middle one is relatively spacious, and the total area of the houses on both sides may not exceed 50 square meters. In particular, the room on the left side occupies half of the wall with a narrow door less than two meters high, and the door bar is squeezed aside by the stairwell, which may be a common storage room.

Draenor turned at the end of the hallway and followed Jett upstairs, just as he was about to habitually place his palm on the armrest, only to find that the metal handrail was rusted and covered in a layer of uneven particles.

“…… Where is our room? He looked up at Jett's back and asked.

"Fifth floor."

Keep climbing...... Draenor pursed the corners of his lips and continued down the stairs with his hands on the knees of his legs.

Ascending the last staircase, everyone reached the highest floor of the apartment. Jett pulled a long bunch of keys from her fanny pack, the bell-like crunch echoing through the aisle for a moment, and she pinched the smallest key and headed for the door on the left.

"Wait, shouldn't we look at the house first?" Draenor was puzzled, not understanding Jett's purpose in opening the storage room at this time.

"We really want to see the house, Room 13 on the left hand on the fifth floor of Unit 2, No. 14 Maple Street, this is it."

With that, Jett turned the key, pushed open the wooden door, which was no more than Draenor's shoulder-width and walked inside. Sure enough, as he imagined, the interior of the house was even narrower than the corridor, there was no living room at all, just a bedroom with a single bed, like a coffin embedded in the wall!

"This place can live in people!?" Draenor had a headache, and he suspected that he might have to turn sideways to get into the room, let alone squeeze in with three people.

"Don't worry, Mr. Delaenau, I've been thinking about it along the way, although it is true that this house should be left to you...... But you see, it's less than 12 square meters, and in addition to one bedroom is the kitchen, which is not very suitable for four people. ”

"That's true......" Draenor calmed down, it was obvious that the Knights of Nagyseus allocated houses according to the number of people who lived there, and Jett was alone, and it seemed that he should not have expected much from her remuneration in the first place.

"You better keep the house for yourself, less than three square meters of activity space per person is not enough to bend over and tie your shoes. You're going to report to the Knights tomorrow, so get some rest......" Draenor said goodnight to Jett, turning his head and walking down the stairs in frustration.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Delaenor!"

Draenor stopped, only to see Jett take a bronze key from the hoop and hand it to him.

"I beg your pardon, I'm new to the city and have few acquaintances, but I got to know a helpful landlord in the queue who heard about your situation and said he would be happy to rent his house to you temporarily. The house has only been renovated for a short time and there is a lot of space......"

"Where's the house?" Draenor made no secret of his impatience and took the key from Jett's hand.

"I was about to save it as a surprise, this is the room." Jett pointed to the door on the side, and then smiled awkwardly at Draenor apologetically, "It's just that the price hasn't been negotiated yet, and the landlord will come to explain the situation to you in person tomorrow morning, it's not too early, good night!" ”

"Smack!"

The moment the door closed, everyone froze in place, and Draenor looked at the key and then looked up at the door that Jett was pointing to, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.

“…… Why are you stunned? Started dreaming? There is a place to live and still hang your face! ”

Vikily looked at the frozen crowd, snatched the key from Draenor's hand, inserted it into the door, twisted it to the right, and expertly pushed the door inward.

The dark room looked like an open mouth on the wall, and the cold breath kept coming out, and Vicherik stood on tiptoe and fumbled around the wall for a while, and finally found the knob of the kerosene lamp, and the moment the light was turned on, the entire layout of the house was illuminated in front of him.

Cashew flower-patterned wallpaper wraps around every corner of the walls, brown wood floors unfold from the doorway until they are covered by a thick wool carpet, a decent set of leather sofas swings out against the stone brick stove, and there are even several half-meter-high humanoid stone carvings in the doorways of each room.

"It's not much worse than the castel of Campana! One two three...... Exactly three bedrooms! The biggest one is left to me and Jeanne! ”

Before Jeanne could make a decision, she was dragged by Viklily to the bedroom on the far left, and Cooper was already asleep, and before he could take a few steps into the room, he fell asleep on the couch.

"Wait a minute! Don't be in a hurry......" Before he finished speaking, Draenor was the only one left in the hallway standing in the doorway.

"At least take off your shoes first......" He smiled wryly and walked into the living room, closed the door slightly, hung the deadbolt to one side, and walked straight to the other bedroom.

A not-so-small wrought iron bed, a two-seater wardrobe, an empty desk, and a bedside table with enough space for a few teacups are already good luxuries.

The beds were delicately tied, and the floor and desk looked like they had just been waxed, and there was no sign of idleness. The rent of such a spacious room must not be cheap, but listening to Jett, the landlord must also be an elegant and easy-going honest man, and he should not be too embarrassed in terms of rent.

"Let's wait until I see me tomorrow and then negotiate the price......"

Draenor didn't even bother to close the door, shuffling his tired steps to the side of the bed and pounced on it like a high platform diving. He kicked his boots aside, pulled the white duvet over his body, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

[The next morning]

"Knock knock!!"

"Tsk......" Draenor rolled from side to side, finally unable to ignore the annoying noise, he smacked his lips, habitually grabbed the pocket watch from the table, and squinted his eyes to look at the time.

"Less than seven o'clock...... Still don't let people live? He turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, it was still dark outside the window, how could anyone get up so early to decorate?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!! ”

The voice grew louder and louder, as if determined to break something apart.

"Slacker! I know you're in there! Hurry up and open the door for Lao Tzu! A hoarse, brutal voice came from the living room, this time certain that the source of the sound was coming from outside the door.

"It's coming! Wait a minute!! ”

Draenor shouted at the door, his feet casually reaching into his boots, and running to the door before the man could smash the door. He deliberately didn't untie the chain, but only opened the door slightly through a gap.

Before he could speak, he saw half a vicious face squeeze in through the gap, and a gray eyeball turned rapidly, suddenly staring at Draenor's eyes.

"You're Chadwick. Draenau? ”

"That's right...... You are? "Faced with the sudden question, Draenor immediately fell asleep, Snowway's pursuers? Yazra? Countless possibilities filled his skull, and he became alert, hiding half of his body behind the door, his left hand reaching behind his back, slowly approaching the firecracker.

Hearing this reply, the man suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked Draenor up and down, and finally spoke:

"Then open the door! I'm your landlord!! ”