Son of the Olden Days

When Sol climbed to the third floor with a tray, just in time for the celebration to begin.

The hall was full of people, and it was very lively. There is a circular area in front of the whole hall, paved with sparkling pyroxene floor, which should be the ball venue later. There is a small high platform in the middle of the circle, which can highlight the identity and status of the speakers on the stage.

From the round ground to the entrance of the hall on the third floor, a wide aisle is left in the middle, covered with a gorgeous rose-colored carpet.

Both sides of the aisle are full of exquisite small round tables and high chairs. Each table can probably accommodate the number of people in the next family. If it is a large family with many members, it may take two or three tables. At the moment, the nobles dressed in costumes are sitting around the table, talking and laughing.

With the official start of the celebration, the first Union Marshal Eisenbart took the stage to speak.

He was a spirited old man, maybe not too old, at first glance he was about fifty years old. Amid the applause and look up of the people, he walked across the red carpet with vigorous and powerful steps, like a strong brown bear, carrying a wave of wind and thunder.

Marshal No. 2 was a beautiful woman in her thirties, Delena.

Sultry but not coquettish, in fact, she is just plain makeup and slightly smoked, and the high-fork dress shows wonderful legs like cicada wings from time to time. Rather than walking, it is better to say that she moves lightly as if she taps water, attracting the attention of the guests present extremely domineeringly.

Marshal No. 3 is naturally Shivank, with an exquisite haircut neatly combed, and a thin-winged cloak with exquisite embroidery hanging on his back, which overlaps with Thor's previous impression. Shifank himself has nothing to say, he has everything in temperament, and his blond hair is eye-catching enough.

As for the content of the three people's speeches on stage.

It's nothing more than looking back on the old year and looking forward to the new year. They are all old-fashioned stories, and Sol himself hasn't told them less before.

As for the real ghost problem on the mainland today, the three of them didn't mention it like a selective forgetting. Saul thought it might cause unnecessary panic among the aristocracy.

The appearance of the three major league marshals this time has saved Thor a lot of hands and feet. Otherwise, his little waiter would inevitably be suspected of asking about the marshal.

Now it is easy for Sol to identify the three marshals, regardless of their appearance or clothes. It's just that the three of them are dressed in gorgeous costumes. Apart from knowing that Shifank is a mage among the three, Thor can't see the other two professions.

My plan so far has gone smoothly, and it hasn't been exposed or aroused any attention. It's just that even if the three alliance marshals have been recognized at this moment, Sol can't do much, because the agreed plan launch time has not yet arrived, so he can only wait.

There may be some risks right now, after all, Thor did not hide his appearance today. If he was seen, the blonde Shivank would definitely recognize him at a glance, but only if Shivank had to find himself in the crowded heads.

Also on this occasion, there are many people with mixed eyes, and if anyone has an occasion with oneself on the mainland, it is not impossible to recognize oneself.

Sol was standing in the darkness of the backlight holding the tray, thinking about a series of paths and processes for the next launch of the plan. Until an aristocratic girl sitting in a chair nearby poked herself with her fingertips in doubt, and pointed to the tabletop again, Saul knew it instantly.

"Sorry, beautiful ladies, the speech of the marshals just now made me feel excited, and it made me a little distracted." Sol politely apologized, then bowed and took down the empty plate on the table, and then took his own tray. Put a full plate on the tabletop.

The girl smiled understandingly and politely thanked Sol for his service.

Tonight is just a celebration ball, not a formal dinner. The guests are not here to eat, so the nobles just put some simple fruit snacks or delicious drinks on the table, and the main job of the waiters around is to replace the empty plates in time.

Sol wandered between the two adjacent tables again, quickly filled his trays with empty trays, and then returned to the second floor of the castle with the trays. Saul is basically satisfied with the temporary role of waiter. The job is simple and it is easy to hide his identity.

However, there is still a small scale that needs to be grasped. If you can't frequently go to the third floor with food, it is tantamount to increasing the probability of your exposure. At the same time, he couldn't stay on the second floor of the castle, so as not to arouse the suspicion of other waiters and colleagues.

After another trip, Sol pulled out his goblin clock and glanced at it quietly. There were still two hourglasses before the plan started.

The reason why the magic hourglass is not used but the goblin clock is used to confirm the time is because the clock is more accurate and the tiny time span is also more detailed. There are a total of twenty-two large scales on the clock dial, which correspond exactly to the twenty-two hourglass hours of the day.

There are a total of three hands with different thicknesses on the clock face, starting from the top centered large scale, the thinnest pointer will move a little distance every breath time, and wait until after turning on the clock to return to the upper large scale, slightly thicker The root will jump.

Waiting for the thicker hand to turn around on the dial, the thickest hand will skip one scale on the face of the clock, exactly one hourglass hour. So the smallest unit of time is called a breath, sixty breaths are called a round, and sixty breaths are called an hourglass.

At that time, I got the information that Allantis was going to hold the celebration, but the goblin clocks were not popular here. Sol estimated that the celebration would start at 7 o'clock in the evening, and it would not be enough to hold it all night. According to the usual practice in previous years, it should be until 3 in the morning. Time ends around.

The time period in between is undoubtedly very generous, considering that the big names may leave the field early, so when making the plan, Thor set the plan to launch at 9 o'clock. It is a little more than 7 o'clock now, which means I have to wait for nearly two hourglass hours.

Temporary changes to the plan will be troublesome, because changing one point may cause a series of variables, so Sol can only wait.

So he took his role as a waiter, and after a while, Sol would take the food and swing it up, filling his tray with empty plates in the fastest time. Then he brought the tray down and pulled one or two colleagues to pull the eggs for a while, waiting for the passage of time.

Guards were also distributed on the revolving staircase from the second floor to the third floor, but Thor was already familiar after a few trips.

"Stop!" When Sol took the time and was about to shake the tray with three layers again, he was suddenly called to a halt.

"Are you...what's the matter? Deacon Coffel." Saul stopped holding the tray and turned his head in confusion.

There was someone looking at him with his hips akimbo... well, the mushroom strange.

About twenty years old, a sound of self-cultivation deacon's temperament is still capable, the figure is of medium to upper level, and there are a little bit of playful and energetic freckles on his small face. Sol had already inquired clearly in advance that she was the managing deacon of the fifty waiters on the spiral staircase on the right.

"Who are you?" Kofiel asked with eyes wide open on his hips.

Saul was a bit speechless, wondering why she would encounter this kind of **** philosophical question after hiding in the kitchen. Is she doubting herself? She wouldn't even remember the names of all fifty waiters, would she? Is it that awesome?

"I'm Buu, have you forgotten? I secretly peeped at you before the celebration..." Sol pretended to be shy.

"...Peeking at me?" Kefir frowned and murmured, as if he was reminiscing about who Buu was, but unfortunately there was no answer.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time." Finally, Koffel gave up thinking and suddenly said something.

"Pay attention to me? Excuse me, which way do you mean?" This familiar dialogue made Saul tilt his head back slightly, his face full of doubts, but he had judgment in his heart. The big devil knows his own charm, no way, just like the firefly in the night.

"You only go there when others go back and forth three or four times. I suspect you are being lazy. Be careful that I deduct your wages." Kefir said.

Saul breathed a sigh of relief after listening, after all, in order to avoid going to the third floor, he could only shrink to the second floor for a long time. It seems that the frequency of her work has attracted the attention of the other party, otherwise she can only be stunned, and it would be very troublesome to stun a conspicuous deacon.

"Sorry, Miss Koffel, I will let you see my efforts in the next time." Saul hurriedly expressed his positive attitude.

"No need, put things down, and come with me." Kofiel waved, Saul hesitated and could only do it.

In the end, Saul was taken to a...well, it seemed like a back kitchen.

"The frequency of changing food tonight is too fast, and the chefs and helpers are a little too busy to come. It just happens that the back kitchen has insufficient manpower right now, so you can stay here to help." Koffel pointed to the stacks of plates soaking in the sink. , And then shook his chin at Sol.

Saul knew it instantly. It seemed that this shiitake mushroom thought he was lazy, and now he asked himself to temporarily change his job and wash the dishes here.

This is not bad, Saul's heart is bright, compared to his own plan to wash the dishes and other trivial things are not worth mentioning. The key point is that I now have a reasonable excuse to stay on the second floor and will not be suspicious, just wait until the time is up to go directly to the third floor to launch the plan.

Saul readily accepts this reasonable excuse to pass the time, but he can't be too happy on the surface.

"But aren't we... the waiters? How can we hide here and wash the dishes?" Saul pretended to be resentful.

"Do you dare to have an opinion? Be careful if I kick you? The waiter can't wash the dishes? Tell you, although I don't have any impression of you, I just think you are suspicious, so I have to put you under my nose and personally supervise you "Kefir wrinkled his little nose.

This workplace is almost semi-enclosed, connected to the kitchen at one end, and the only exit is a door. What Koffel meant was that she could stand in the hallway outside the door and preside over the work, but Saul would be under her watch if he wanted to stray or be lazy.

I am suspicious? Which eye did you see?

Saul felt very sad, why would he go wild all his life, and in the end he would always fall into the hands of the mushroom monster inexplicably.

Isn't this a curse?

Forget it, speaking of it, it seems that the Great Devil has never washed dishes anywhere in his life, but this is a wonderful experience.

So Saul stopped to argue, and started to wash his head diligently.

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