"Mage Durin, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you for," Daniel said somewhat hesitantly.
"What is it?" Durin asked, puzzled.
Daniel swallowed, a little nervously saying, "It's just that, before we get the Hextech, I hope you can make time to come here and check on my daughter's mental state, and chat with her. It's been a long time since I've seen my daughter smile while talking to an outsider."
"Of course, this is compensated. Each time you come, I will pay you 50 copper circle coins afterward. You only need to come once every two to three days, for half an hour each time, it won't take up too much of your time."
50 copper circle coins?
Are all Piltover citizens this rich, so wealthy?
Just for chatting and checking on her mental state, they'd pay so much?
Durin was quite tempted. This job was similar to a psychologist's. However, he had the added status of a Mage Apprentice, and his previous conversation had made Daniel firmly believe in Durin.
Only he had recognized Seraphine's current condition and had a calm discussion with her daughter.
"Of course, but how will you contact me?" Durin asked, a little confused.
Daniel turned, took a dark blue mechanical voice tube from his desk drawer, and handed it to Durin, saying earnestly, "This voice tube will be my gift to you, Mage Durin. The room you'll be living in has a dedicated voice transmission pipe, which I installed years ago."
"If I need you to come, I will have a Bell Rat deliver the voice tube to you. Once you receive the sequence, record what you want to say in the voice tube and give it to the Bell Rat."
Daniel explained, "This Bell Rat is specifically hired by me. You don't need to worry about the transmission fees. If you need it, feel free to use it; I will cover the cost."
"Alright, I understand."
Durin agreed.
After bidding farewell to Daniel, he left the small villa, dressed in his Mage robe, carrying his instrument bag, and a large bag of clothes, walking towards 45 Vocal Avenue.
About an hour later, Durin finally returned from Griville Avenue to Vocal Avenue, and then came back to the front of the single-story house.
Pushing open the dark door, the entrance led to a large corridor, where several bright Alchemy lamps provided illumination.
The entire corridor had several independent rooms with closed doors. Durin walked to the first closed room on the left, opened it with the key, and found a narrow passageway. To the left was a small kitchen, about 4 square meters. It had a Alchemy appliance resembling a range hood and a kitchen sink.
In the corner of the wall were several brass-colored metal pipes with labels: Alchemy lamp meter, domestic water meter, gas meter, and voice transmission pipe.
These meters were arranged side-by-side on the right wall, very conspicuous. It seemed Daniel had set them up this way to remind tenants not to forget to pay their bills.
There was even a thoughtful note on the wall: "3 copper circle coins are enough to keep the room bright all day."
Further inside was a sun-facing bedroom, about 10 square meters, with bright tiles on the floor. The first thing one noticed were two lush green plants on the balcony.
Inside, there was a 1.5-meter-long single bed with matching table and chairs. In the corner, there was a small wardrobe, and an alarm clock was running on the wall above the bed.
The washroom was to the right of the single bed, and looking inside, he found a sit-down toilet.
Although the overall condition was still not great, for Durin, compared to his previous home in Ninth Street of Zaun's Undercity, it was essentially a qualitative leap.
He put all the clothes he had been carrying for almost half a day into the wardrobe, then took out a towel and a clean set of clothes, and walked towards the washroom, closing the door with a bang.
Warm water flowed down, and looking at the layer of black-red substance covering his heart and the grotesque shape on his left upper arm, with veins bulging like knots on its surface, he couldn't help but recall his trip to the sewers.
Although Styraatu had not woken up yet, he always felt she would wake up at any moment.
Durin could only repeatedly try to keep his thoughts calm.
Durin moved to the kitchen.
The kitchen was fully equipped with pots, pans, and utensils, and the entire suite felt very lived-in. Durin took out a bag of dried noodles and two eggs he had bought on the street, which cost him 3 copper circle coins.
Since leaving Piltover University, Durin hadn't eaten and was already starving. Fortunately, the kitchen equipment wasn't too "high-tech" and still used gas as energy. He turned on the stove, placed a pot, added water, poured in a bag of dried noodles, cracked two eggs, covered the pot, and waited quietly.
Finally, the pot was cooked, steaming hot.
Durin turned off the gas stove, served himself a steaming bowl of egg noodles, and then sat at the dining table, slurping it down.
After a slight snack, Durin began to ponder his current situation. A day and a night had passed since he arrived in Piltover, and Singed in Zaun probably had received the news by now.
From the moment Singed personally came to find Durin, he knew that Singed took this matter extremely seriously. He even sent two followers, carrying a revolver, to accompany him, fearing that Durin would disappear with the ten gold cogwheels.
It wasn't that Singed cared about these ten gold cogwheels, but rather the blood flowing in Durin's veins.
------------------------
There are already 70+ chapters available on my Patreon!
The story will continue to update 1 chapter per day on Webnovel,
while early access chapters are posted on Patreon.
Maybe it's not worth it today but it could be later
[email protected]/Kazenova223
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"