Andrea's house looks more like an oak tree - more like the vegetation on the exterior of Celia's Inn, to be precise. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info However, in the final analysis, Andrea's house is just a house made of wood that resembles an oak tree, and the vegetation decoration on the exterior of Celia Inn, which she has carefully cultivated and originally came from nature. Although it may not seem much different on the outside, what is inside is completely different.

The interior of the room was more spacious than Warhammer had expected, with high, conical ceilings. Blackburn, who was following Warhammer, was sure that Andrea was not a native of Huttonmar, as the people here would never try to live in a house like this. The structure of the house they like is very different from that of outsiders.

Andrea knelt in the center of the room, on a carpet made of some kind of plant fiber. Another waitress from the same tavern as her sat on her knees opposite her, straight and motionless, as if petrified. Warhammer, who entered the room, noticed that the waiters looked prettier than they had imagined when they didn't have dirty marks on their faces and those little devilish expressions.

"Hello, Warhammer. Andrea said hello to Warhammer.

"Why didn't you go to work at the tavern today?" Warhammer didn't care about too much etiquette, and randomly picked a bench and sat down. At the same time, he did not forget to signal Blackburn, who was standing beside him, stiff as a piece of wood, to relax. The latter was obviously reluctant to come here, and casually entering a girl's house like this was absolutely not allowed in his hometown.

Indeed, Warhammer came in directly through the door, without Andrea's consent. But after seeing the two of them coming, Andrea's face did not show any annoyance, but instead looked at Warhammer with a smirk rather than a smile. Yes, Warhammer has never been a rulemaker, and he has always done everything in his power to disgrace those who make rules.

"Your friend looks a little nervous. Andrea had already stood up and poured tea for the two of them. Although dealing with alcohol almost every day, Andrea doesn't seem to touch a single drop.

"Look at him, his body looks like he's about to break. The waitress covered her mouth and laughed.

Blackburn's face flushed suddenly, well, in order not to look worse, he chose to sit down and sit next to the Warhammer. I don't know why, in such embarrassing times, Warhammer always makes him find a more familiar feeling than this, and that at least doesn't make him feel more embarrassed.

Of course, Blackburn wanted to figure out what the Warhammer was trying to do more than to do something unclear here. After yesterday's series of helpless and unbelievable events, Warhammer seemed calmer today.

He didn't spend any more money, but he didn't pay much attention to the commission, and he even gave up making some improvements to his machinery on this sunny day, or chatting with old Mr. Edward, or teasing Selia. All of these things he liked to do seemed to be put on hold for some reason he didn't know.

"We're not the machines you like, we can't be in working condition at all times. Andrea deliberately mixed a little rum into Warhammer's tea, which was free, of course, as a little favor to Warhammer for frequenting the tavern.

"Of course, that's good. Warhammer lifted his mask slightly to reveal his mouth and took a sip of rum-mixed tea, Blackburn couldn't imagine what that thing tasted like, Warhammer liked strange things and it wasn't something that happened in the last two days, he always did.

"Well, then, I won't bother you, Andrea. "The waitress placed a bag full of bread on the table in the room. "I still have to deliver to customers. ”

"Okay, I'll see you later, Sylvia. Andrea beckoned.

With the waitress gone, Blackburn sensed that the embarrassment was gradually disappearing to a certain extent, but as soon as Andrea's eyes stayed on her, the embarrassment would come back again. Warhammer quickly finished the liquid from the mixture of wine and tea, then pulled a coin out of his trouser pocket and played with it in his hand. "Beautiful Andrea, what a pleasure to look at you like this. ”

"You're a clever guy, Warhammer. Andrea couldn't help but laugh and sat down across from the warhammer. "So, let's talk about it. I don't remember telling you where my home is? How did you find here?"

Warhammer's metallic rivet mask was a little glaring in the light coming in from the window, "I'm not a stalker, in fact, the reason I knew you lived here was my guess. ”

Andrea became interested and asked with a smile. "Interesting, how did you guess?"

"As we can see, even in the backstreets of Huttonmar, the shape and construction of this house is rare, and it is incompatible with the style of the houses here. The owner of the tavern had told me that you were a Delos, and that the Delos people didn't appreciate the houses of Hutton Marr. ”

"Should I praise you, or should I call you a person who doesn't follow the rules, or should I spit in your face? Andrea chuckled.

"Of course, beautiful Andrea, I have no problem with anything you do. Warhammer spread his hands.

Andrea's smile widened, "You won, Warhammer." ”

"Glad to hear you say that. ”

Until now, Blackburn still couldn't figure out what Warhammer was here for. He didn't want to think about one thing - Warhammer came here just to flirt with Andrea, and he liked them, he said. As I said before, there are many reasons to want to do something, many reasons that people who don't agree with it can grudgingly accept.

As he made up his mind to leave, Warhammer's sudden opening made him dispel his thoughts. "Andrea, do the thugs frequented the tavern?"

"You mean the guys you fought with last time? Of course, they're regular visitors to the tavern, and they're the ones who make the most trouble. ”

"Then it seems that the last time it happened was not accidental. Warhammer lowered his voice, no longer joking as before.

Blackburn looked at him strangely, and he had the impression that Warhammer was clash with the thugs only because of incompetent robots. But judging from what he just said, it seems that there is something else going on. What happened was not accidental, and the fact that the other person would laugh at the incompetent robot had absolutely nothing to do with chance, because the robot was so funny that almost anyone who saw it for the first time wanted to laugh at it.

"However, I advise you not to cause any more trouble, or Carter will knock you out of the tavern. Andrea watched Warhammer with interest, as if waiting for his next reaction.

"In this way, Mr. Carter, the great tavern master, is a lovely baby. Why, because he wouldn't dare let the thugs stop visiting his tavern, right? Because I'm alone anyway. A person is far easier to bully than a group of people, and this is the psychology of most ordinary people. Warhammer said nonchalantly.

"You're only half right, let me tell you, I don't like him either, he's a rotten person. In fact, there is another reason why he has not blown away the thugs, and that is that he will always sell some street children to the thugs in exchange for extra income. Andrea's expression darkened.

Warhammer jumped from the bench, his reaction unexpected. "What? That guy is selling children?"

"Surprised, isn't it? But this is him, a rotten man who has been living in the backstreets for more than twenty years. Andrea spread her hands, saying that she could not do anything about it.

"Great, I'll let you spit out the truth, when I knock out your front teeth......" Warhammer spun around and faced the closed door, which was also the direction of the tavern where Andrea worked, and muttered to himself in a voice that would not be heard by Blackburn and Andrea.