"Whew."

The bartender walked past him with a kerosene lamp, and more emergency kerosene lamps were lit.

The darkness faded and the tavern became bright again.

At the bar location, Grandin even saw old Fury yawning.

"Good evening, old Fury. A glass of Enmat, please. Grandin sat down in his exclusive place, "It's not good for an old man to sleep too late. ”

"I was woken up by those little cubs!"

Old Fury lit a kerosene lamp, and Grandin realized that he was wearing a silk nightcap with a star pattern on his head.

"The spare kerosene lamps are in the storeroom, and the key to the storeroom is in my hand...... This damn storm, this damn gas explosion. Old Fury muttered, turning to pick up a beer from the barrel.

"Gas explosion?" Grandin's heart moved as he took the glass, "Have you found out why?" ”

"Not yet, the exact reason will have to wait for tomorrow morning's newspaper. But I think that's pretty much the case, the gas pipes break down every once in a while, and they're not as practical as these kerosene lamps. ”

Old Fury came over with a kerosene lamp.

The kerosene lamp was unglazed, and the straight flames almost burned Grandin's hair.

"Oh, beware, I don't want to change my hairstyle."

He leaned back, dodging tongues of fire.

"Well, shit. Why is this adjustment knob not working...... Obviously it was fine just now. Old Fury tossed for a long time and couldn't fix it, so he finally had to take out the scissors and cut the wick short. Then he found the glass lampshade and held the flame inside.

The wick burned steadily, and a faint fishy smell began to waft from the kerosene lamp in all directions.

It seems a little different from the kerosene lamp I usually use......

Both the bright lights and the fishy smell intrigued Grandin, who asked:

"Old Fury, what did you add to the lamp?"

"Oh, boy, haven't you seen whale oil?" Fury said with interest, "Kill the whales and haul them back to the harbor, where the meat can be eaten, the bones become the skirts of the noble ladies, and the fat is refined into whale oil." ”

"Yes, I really haven't." Grandin nodded in acknowledgement.

While in Beckland, he didn't have a chance to encounter a gas explosion, so he rarely had the opportunity to use a kerosene lamp. He only remembered that when the kerosene lamp was lit, it would smell and there would be black smoke.

He told Fury about these discoveries, and when Fury Sr. heard them, he disdained to speak:

"Of course, lard or vegetable oil, how can it be compared to whale oil? In the city of Enmat, almost no one chooses fuel other than whale oil. ”

"Not necessarily, I still saw ...... today," Grandin subconsciously said, and then stopped talking in an instant.

He remembered that in the underground world, in the 'Kara Hut', which claimed to have a thousand materials, the kerosene lamp was dim, the smell was unusually bad, and the glass cover was blackened!

"Is it true that everyone in Emmatt would choose whale oil?" Grandin asked again.

"Yawn~ Isn't this nonsense, where is this? Is there a shortage of large ships that can tow whales and industrious and brave sailors in Enmat? Old Fury gave Grandin a blank look and continued, "Here, whale oil is cheap and easy to use, so why would you choose other fuels?" ”

"yes, why would you choose other fuels?"

Grandin muttered to himself.

Old Fury glanced at Grandin like a fool, then turned back to his business.

Grandin stayed at the pub's bar until 5 a.m. and then had breakfast with Ademisor, who was used to waking up early. Today's meal served by Chef Cookie is corn and shrimp soup with tomatoes and cherries and bread.

If Granding were to judge, the sweet and sour seafood soup was not an early breakfast at all, but more like an appetizer before a meal. He prefers to eat some traditional foods, such as oatmeal, in the morning.

However, what he can eat every morning depends on the mood of the chef Cookie, and he can only drink an extra bowl as a retaliation. Because breakfast is included in the accommodation fee, Grandin doesn't have to pay extra for his actions.

But he ate too quickly, and a piece of the shrimp that had not been cleaned got stuck in his throat, which took him another effort.

The after-effects of the promotion had disappeared, and after no whispering, Grandin decided to go upstairs and rest for a while, now some time before work.

......

Nine:30 a.m., Burreth Cemetery, where the Nightwatchman team is stationed.

"Due to poor maintenance by temporary workers, a large section of the gas pipeline exploded...... The restoration time is waiting for the notice, and the general public is requested to purchase the necessary lighting tools, and the affected areas are as follows......"

Grandin sat on the guest couch where he had not yet entertained guests, and put down the Fisherman's Morning Post.

"I never knew that infrastructure like gas pipelines was so flammable and explosive."

"That's the truth." Rosota with red, swollen eyes dropped a stack of reports on the low table in front of Grandin. "In the middle of the night last night, the Storm Church's substitutes found a group of cultists ten kilometers away from Enmat, and there was a big fight between the two sides...... Thank you, Cyre. ”

Lorota took the coffee from Sally and continued:

"They fought all the way from the uninhabited wilderness to the city of Enmat. In order to prevent further damage to the city, the substitutes finally resorted to a powerful weapon, the aftermath of which shattered a section of the gas pipe. ”

"Today they invited me to Wuthering Manor to hear a more detailed mission report, and it seems that the Mechanical Heart team of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines has also received their invitation."

Grandin nodded.

The Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics' Hearts of the Machine team is also a small transparent, and their territory is in the canning factory.

Judging from the results, his repeated thunderstorms yesterday really attracted the attention of the substitute punishment team, and it is very likely that they have already fought with the cultists.

As for the identity of the cultist, he also had a guess.

The bloody human sacrifice at the scene, as well as the 'gods' that appeared at the other end of the sacrificial passage, and the information provided by Lieutenant Colonel Alfred, made him almost certain that the group of cultists from yesterday was a member of the Rose School from the Southern Continent.

Grandin couldn't help but ask with concern:

"The result? Is that cultist gone? ”

"They're gone." Lorota took a sip of her coffee, "No human remains were found at the site of the explosion...... That's why the punishers sent an invitation today, probably to let us join the search team. ”

After Lorota finished speaking, she tidied up her clothes and walked outside the company with a sigh:

"Leave me one for lunch, I think I'll be back by noon."