Jett was still nowhere to be seen at the entrance of the registration hall. Draenor was a little anxious, it was already completely dark, and if they didn't hear any more, they would have to sleep on the road with the rats in the stinking gutter.

"Eight o'clock, this guy shouldn't have run away on his own, right?" Although it was a bit rude to casually think of others in a bad way, he still had a sense of foreboding. Stepping up the stairs and looking through the door, Jett was still sitting on the bench, just a few rows forward.

Passing through the already somewhat sparse crowd, Draenor walked behind Jett, who seemed to be discussing something, and she nodded slightly, perhaps blending into the crowd.

When I went around to the front, I found that Jett had covered his eyes with the forehead guard of his helmet, hugged his chest with his hands, and was napping his head one by one. Draenor smiled helplessly, shook her shoulders gently to wake her up, and handed the wooden box to her.

"It's my turn!? Well, it turned out to be you...... What is it? Jett pushed her forehead up, rubbed her eyes with one hand, and took the wooden box with the other.

"The dinner brought by the Hydrangea Hotel is prepared for you." He pointed to the wooden box and said, trying to dust the bench, but found that the seat was shiny, so he turned and sat down.

Jett raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if flattered, and gently pushed open the wooden box, the meat roll wrapped in brown paper still exuding heat.

"Thank you very much, but I'd better eat it later, I'd better go back to it later, I'll make a bad impression on the Knights if I sign up with a mouthful of garlic." Jett squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, and reopened the wooden box and received it in his fanny pack.

When do you still think about first impressions...... Draenor underestimated Jett's stubbornness, at least dinner had already been handed over to her, and it was not her turn to worry about anything else.

"It's still a lot of people today, it's almost four hours, and you're going to get off work here, right? Why hasn't it reached you yet? He asked, looking at the staggering crowd in the front row.

"It's a matter of productivity, more than half of the people waiting to sign up have already left, and most of those who stay now also plan to stay here, and leave the business for the next morning...... But if nothing else, I'll be there in a while. Jett stretched and said to Draenor.

You really have to sleep on the streets!? Draenor frowned in disappointment, tilting his head back on the bench. If I had known that there would be no result tonight, it would have been better to call Jett to the hotel in advance and make up for the night, at least it would be open twenty-four hours a day, and besides, the sofa would be hundreds of times more comfortable than this hard chair. But now that the money has already been paid, it is no longer convenient to be cheeky and go back to occupy the position.

"You don't really want to just sleep here for the night, do you? Are there any hotels nearby? Vekiriko patted Draenor on the shoulder, pointed to the door and asked.

"If it were Mikhail Street, I don't seem to see any hotel signs, except for restaurants and theaters, everything else is luxury." Jeanne recalls by pressing her index finger to her temple.

"Vertically staggered by Mikhail Street is Hyacinth Street, one is Government Street and the other is Commercial Street, and there is no possibility ......of a hotel in this vicinity," the man lying on a bench in front of him said to the crowd, then turned over and covered his face with his hat.

"Number 142! Is guest number 142 there? ”

"Here!" Jett quickly raised his hand, took out the oil painting and nameplate from his bag and ran to the counter.

"I didn't expect there to be enthusiasts here, do you want to be a knight of Nagyseus too?" Vicky asked the man with a deliberately innocent look.

"I just know a few bards, and I just made up some stories to try my luck here." The man said, pushing his hat back, revealing a tired eye staring at the strangely shaped stone in his hand.

This guy seems to be quite familiar with the urban structure of Celton, and may be able to ask some useful information. Draenor leaned back in the chair in front of him and asked, "You should be planning to stay here tonight, right?" Looks like you're familiar with Kerton, local? ”

"No, Xilin."

What is that place? Draenor felt that he had suddenly encountered an unfamiliar topic, how many other terms had he not heard in this place of Abel?

"It can also be seen from the appearance that we are still neighbors." Cooper stretched out his hand and introduced himself to the man in a friendly manner, "Cooper. Kopfil. ”

"Dino. Torake. The man casually pushed his hat open to reveal a bronze face, and his facial features were three-dimensional like sculptures. He shook his long gray shawl hair and shook Cooper's hand half-crouched.

"Cooper...... I can call you that, right? Do you like stones? The man looked at the dwarf uncle with strange eyes.

"Stones? Well...... As for ores, I like them, after all, I have to deal with them a lot in my job. Cooper did not seem offended by the young man's contemptuous behavior, but sat back in his chair with a wry smile as if he had long been accustomed to it.

"Hmm...... Everyone says that stones are the cheapest and inferior things, and it seems to me that they also have souls...... However, it seems that your friends are going well, and it is more convenient for the lady to join the Knights after marriage, at least she will not provoke any unscrupulous characters. ”

The man who identified himself as Dino tossed the stone in his hand, put it back in his pocket, and then turned his head to look sideways at Jett, who was sitting at the counter signing some documents as instructed by the staff.

"It's not like poetry, oil painting is not something that can be painted casually, the scene is exquisite, and the characters are three-dimensional and vivid...... Jett was well prepared, which was a good sign. Dino added.

It seems that Jett has met new friends in the time he has been away, "You seem to have introduced each other. ”

"Yes, after all, we may be colleagues who work together in the future...... What about comrades-in-arms. But she was also quite patient, and after sitting there and waiting for so long, I ran to the toilet three or four times. ”

"It's been a long time......" Seeing that everyone was sitting in the hall and waiting patiently, Draenor couldn't complain about anything.

At this moment, Jett bowed to the staff at the counter and turned to walk to the crowd. Unable to contain her excitement, she pulled open a parchment scroll and placed it in front of Draenor.

"The knight of Nagyseus proves! Tomorrow you can report to Kailar! ”

A closer look at this parchment scroll is quite elegant, with Kingdom seals, oaths, and other notes written in pen. However, the back is rougher, and the randomly sewn belt looks like it was torn from some torn garment, and even more excessively, the cashmere is still on it.

Draenor even wondered if the staff had deliberately pretended to be handling business, but actually ran to the room at the back door to slaughter and skin the sheep on the spot, which had delayed for so long.

"Congratulations, I finally got my hands on it." Draenor reluctantly squeezed out an unnatural smile to congratulate the other party, while still remembering the previous agreement, "Is there anything else to gain?" ”

Jett smiled knowingly and pointed to the text at the bottom of the scroll, "Newcomers won't get paid for the first three days of joining, but they have the title deed of 14 Maple Street as a security property. Ms. Lei Lilin's family situation, the city hall of Kerton has provided a special subsidy of 500 deli! ”

Empty glove wolves! Draenor almost shouted, but quickly regained his composure and put his finger to his lips and gestured to Jet, "Shhhh Are you sure it's okay to shout so loud? ”

"It's okay, my name is written on the coupon, and there are fingerprints, even if it falls into the hands of others, it can't be spent."

I didn't expect this kind of thing similar to a voucher card to be unexpectedly reliable...... Compared to this, Draenor was pleased with Jett's gain, at least she was paid five hundred deli, so that her group could live in peace.

"Sado...... It would be nice if you could see it all too......"

Jett muttered as she stared at the scroll, she sighed, retracted the scroll into her fanny pack, rubbed her eyes, and walked towards the door. A bus came in the distance, Jett took a bite of the meat roll and waved to the carriage, barely swallowing his food, and shouted to Draenor behind him:

"Let's go, it's curfew soon, let's go see the house first."