And the time is the next day, noon.
It's sunny and warm outside. Wearing clothes for going out, I also had full lunch. We're all set.
Krew, carrying a stuffed backpack, lifted the trunk he had placed at his feet, with both hands, yeah.
Then he greets Sputnik, the shopkeeper who will be the store number at the counter, on the go.
"Bye."
That's right.
"Go."
Hence.
"You..."
It's done.
"... take a break"
"Um..."
Sputnik sighed at Crewe, who couldn't stand the weight and lowered the trunk.
Krew's palm is already bright red, even though he was only holding the handle of the trunk for a little while. Phew, phew, and breathing into her, Sputnik said.
"I'm not saying it's evil, stop it. That's all I said, and that's how I prepare my luggage..."
"Heh, I'll reduce it."
I rush back to the opposite word, but what more should I reduce?
Square trunk - In addition to a set of clothes and other things, the travel bag contains cleaning liquid to clean the spit out gems, as well as tools to store them. I was going to think of it as Krew and make it less, but this is still in Krew's hands.
If I were to reduce it any further. When I looked down at the bag and worried, I heard a small noise. If you raise your face, Sputnik is up from the chair.
"If you don't mind, I'll take you to the inn..."
"No, no, no, no."
The suggestion would have been delightful if it had been the usual crew. But.
Only this time, that's no good.
"When I went to school, Mr. Sputnik wasn't there. Hey......"
So I mumbled because the words I had just said were sharper than I thought and broke my own heart - Sputnik wouldn't follow me where I was going.
The back of my nose gets tight. Something is going to flood me.
But don't let it flood you. Crewe is not a jewel. To hold it in the back of his throat, he swallowed very, very much. And
"You have to be able to do this by yourself."
That's how I screamed instead. That's nothing but strength. But I had to.
To the outgoing employee, Sputnik scratched his cheek like he was in trouble. And
"... would you even use it in a trolley?"
"Ah, yes."
A trolley is one with a handle and wheels on a single board that carries large baggage and everything. Also, the use isn't just to carry luggage, it's also a very fun one to have Krew himself on board and pushed.
With that one, even heavy trunks can be easily transported to Crewe. Get him out of the storeroom and put the trunk on it. Pushing it, it worked as easily as I thought, even with the power of Crewe.
Make it fun, I'll tell you.
"Odd, full!
"Ship."
For the most part, while - amidst the busy noise, the entrance door was opened full, and Crewe took the first step.
"I'm coming!
"I'll Grandpa"
From the time he left the jewelry store to the inn, Crewe had always wondered, 'What is the right greeting when entering the inn'? Sure Sputnik said "hi" briefly, but isn't that a little too much love?
Hi, thanks for your help, sorry...... a lot of thought and I ended up saying yes but apparently I wasn't wrong. When the innkeeper heard Krew's greeting, he loosened his plump cheeks and returned a greeting to welcome him.
"Oh. Welcome"
It was the owner of this inn who laughed that a lovely guest had arrived. We all call the Lord "Mr. Katon" because the name of the inn says "Katon," but Crewe doesn't know if that's his real name. But once upon a time, there was this inn from where this city was built as an accommodation town, and ever since then, this inn has been called 'Katon', so I'm sure it's different.
Such a history of this inn was taught yesterday by the guests who were serving liquor when Crewe came here to book the accommodation. The first floor is a tavern and dining room, where free adults have been drinking from the daytime. I asked Katon if maybe Sputnik's face would be among them on the day the jewellery store was off, but he didn't tell me if there was anger seeping in Crewe's face or if he just laughed fun.
Anyway. As I was checking in at the counter as soon as I came in, I heard a "jewellery store lady," Lu Lai's voice not turning. Looking back, an adult holding a jock is looking at several of them here. Though I don't remember Crewe, he seems to know about Crewe over there.
I wonder what it is. Tilting his neck, he said this, laughing naggedly with his reddish cheeks.
"Running away?
"Chi, no."
Hurry to deny it, but the drunks don't listen.
"Have you finally run out of love for Mr. Sputnik?
"He's a cheater, too."
"That's not it!!
Oh, my God! The drunks laughed more and more as they swelled their cheeks and complained. Even though it's daytime, it seems totally up, and the laughter doesn't go away when you see the angry crew. Crewe's cheeks became more and more dull - but then people appeared behind the drunkards.
"Grrr," a short scream broke the laugh because the shadow behind him slapped the drunks on the heads with the bottom of an empty jock in his hand.
"You don't make fun of girls."
"... Hi"
The sighted drunkards grew up.
With a jock, she grinned as she moved her neck and looked at Crewe. She is Katon's wife and one of the innkeepers.
"Welcome. Krew from Sputnik Jewelry Store, thank you for using our inn today. Sorry to make you feel bad early on, go ahead and take your time."
"Yes, no. Thank you, Grandpa."
Deeply bowing his head, and raising it, one arm went into his eyes. An arm stretched out of the counter holds one key. And the key had a numbered keyholder hanging.
"This is the key to your room. I'll carry your stuff."
"Thank you!
When I gave him both hands, my husband put the key over my palm. Cold and stiff, the keys to the Inn room you'll get yourself for the first time. When I squeezed it, the cold went right somewhere.
Grab the trunk and follow after Katon, who will stand first and guide you. When I went up the stairs and reached the second floor, there were many doors lined up on both sides of the hallway, of which he stopped in front of one door.
"This is Crewe's room. Should I carry the trunk inside the room, or here?
"Oh, uh, I'm fine here. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Take your time"
When Katon lowered the trunk to the floor, he finally said, "I'll keep the trolley I've put the trunk on here," and went back to the hallway where it originally came from. I guess I went back to work.
Open the door, stop it with a stopper, and try to drag the trunk into the room. The carpet stood upside down and traced it, stroking it back at the bottom of his shoe. When the stopper is removed and the door is closed, the lights from the hallway are interrupted and slightly dimmed. When I was in the hallway, the hustle and bustle from downstairs that I had heard also disappeared, filled with quiet moments around Crewe.
Crewe left his trunk there and walked into the back of the room. Inside the door by the entrance, the washroom, the bathroom and the toilet. Going back without going in, there was one room, where there was a desk and a bed to write about, and the atmosphere was slightly similar to that of the room on the second floor of the Sputnik jewellery store.
Bed with white sheets strained to the side of a closed window with thick curtains. There is a round of inserts on the side table, and the thin red flowers live. I touched the petals wondering if it was flower making and they are moist.
Apparently, it was real.