Ms. Serra is the landlord of the apartment. Under her guidance, Orianna and Jeno came to 505 to view the apartment.

The room is not big. It contains a single bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe and a workbench. It costs 10 gold seas a month.

(It will be easier to understand if you think of a golden sea as a picture of Mao Zedong.)

This price is already considered very cheap compared to the monthly rent in wealthy areas, which often costs hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Geno took a look at the bed. This wooden bed was placed under the window and was covered with neat goose down mattresses and cotton quilts. It would be much more comfortable to lie down on it than on the floor in Colin's workshop.

The only window is open on the east wall. There is no balcony. The window is made of colored glass, which has a certain light-shielding effect. If it fails, you can also close the curtains.

The room is filled with a slight chemical smell, which is normal. After all, most of the residents in the apartment are students and engineers. It is inevitable that various pungent smells will be emitted during the experiment. Of course, this has something to do with the alchemy street lamp downstairs.

Orianna found some cosmetics left on the dressing table. The powder box and perfume were provided by Ms. Serra for free, while the lipstick and eyebrow pencil were abandoned by the previous resident, who seemed to be a girl.

"Ms. Serra, may I ask why the superior tenant doesn't continue to rent?"

Geno naturally wanted to know about the possible hidden dangers in this room.

"Oh, her work was noticed by the Myrdalda family workshop, and she worked there as a contracted technician, with food and accommodation provided, so she moved away."

Ms. Serra recalled: "That work seemed to be called an alchemical impact drill. It was used to make holes, but it fell apart easily. The alchemical liquid in the storage tank spilled out several times."

Geno looked at the room carefully and found signs of corrosion on the wooden floor beside the bed.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Using an impact drill at the bedside?

Isn't this girl afraid of burning herself?

"Where's the bathroom?" Geno continued to ask.

"There is no bathroom, which is only used by the rich. You can use the chamber pot under the bed to relieve your toilet, and then pour it into the central culvert. There is a special washing rack next to the culvert."

Geno squatted down and looked under the bed, and actually saw a ceramic chamber pot. This primitive excretion prop that he had forgotten for a long time might take a long time to get used to.

Fortunately, the last session had cleaned the chamber pot before leaving, otherwise the room would have been "overflowing with fragrance" now.

"Ms. Serra, where does the central culvert lead to?"

Orianna had never lived in an apartment before, so she was very curious.

"The feces and urine will flow down, and finally be disposed of in a septic tank in Zaun."

Mrs. Piltover often leaves all the dirty work to Zaun. Cleaning sewers, mining crystal mines, heavy pollution experiments, etc. are all carried out in Zaun. Therefore, Zaun’s severely polluted ecological environment is completely different from Piltover.

Regardless of the relationship, of course, many Zaunites also need this job to make a living.

"There are public bathhouses and restaurants for bathing and eating. At first, there were no separate bathhouses for men and women until I took over this apartment."

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately attracted the attention of the two people. Seeing their impatient expressions, Ms. Serra proudly said the following.

"I grew up in Zaun. There were three children in my family, and I was the eldest. When I became an adult, I was forced to be sold to a Piltover as my wife to reduce the financial burden on my family. At that time, I was no worse than this little girl.

How much, and her figure is also very slim."

Sera glanced at Orianna with a smile, then touched her laminated belly and sighed.

"My husband is the owner of this apartment. He is not a bad guy and treats me well, but he is a bit lustful. In order to openly watch girls taking a bath, he built a mixed bath in the bathhouse and spent three hours a day in the bath.

, later I contracted kidney deficiency and rheumatism, and my health deteriorated day by day, and he passed away early. In order to prevent such a tragedy from happening again, I used a wall to separate the men's and women's bathhouses after taking over the apartment. I am now almost 20 years old.

It’s been 20 years, and no one takes so long to take a shower anymore, which saves a lot of water bills.”

Sierra tapped her forehead and chest with her fingers to represent that her husband and she came from above and below respectively.

Although the residents of Piltover and Zaun like to pretend that they are at odds with each other, in fact their fates are inextricably linked, but they just don't want to admit it publicly.

Geno was a little bit dumbfounded. He didn't know whether he should smile sadly or mourn happily. The issue of women's rights in the Twin Cities is not that sensitive.

Orianna, on the other hand, was impressed by Ms. Serra's sense of justice, so she took out her wallet and paid readily.

Ten gold seas were put into the bag. Ms. Serra pulled Orianna to the door and whispered to her:

"You should be careful when you live here. There is a very beautiful girl living in 504 next to her. She is shaped like a small pepper and is very popular with boys. She said she is from Zu'an and may be acquainted with your friend, but I can see her skin color.

It feels like she is not from Zaun."

505 is at the end of the corridor, directly opposite 504.

"Oh, really?" Orianna rolled her eyes, glanced at the locked door next door, then frightened for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced a smile: "Madam, you misunderstood, we are not in that relationship you want.

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"It's okay. I'm just introducing the relationship between the neighbors. Your neighbors will leave early and come home late tomorrow, so you won't be able to meet anyone above them."

After hearing this, Orianna had already considered Geno's working hours so that he would not run into this beautiful neighbor who needed special attention when he went out.

"Madam, we have to leave temporarily. May the gears turn forever." Orianna and Geno walked out of the room.

Sierra chuckled and handed the two keys into her hands: "My dear, may the gears turn in the right direction."

…

After bidding farewell to Ms. Serra, the two planned to go to the theater in the south of the city to watch an opera, and by the way, they would go to Lambeau Street to buy some clothes for Geno.

I spent a silver wheel on two tea cakes from the mobile vendor downstairs. This yellow cake-shaped pastry was freshly taken out of the oven. It was fragrant and hot. It was served on a lotus leaf and was very good at stimulating appetite.

"Look, it looks like a gear."

Orianna held the tea cake to her mouth, curled her neck and took a bite, then puffed her cheeks and asked Geno.

"Like a piece of gear that has been chewed by a dog."

Geno nodded, and Orianna stopped chewing. She just stared at him sideways with her mouth puffed out. Her cute appearance attracted the attention of many passers-by until Geno took her first bite.

“Delicious, has a familiar taste.”

Jeno tasted it like mung bean cake, but the sweetness was lighter and it had a roasting aroma.

"Sounds familiar? Have you eaten it in Zaun?"

Orianna covered her mouth and looked up at Geno. She hadn't swallowed her first mouthful yet. If she didn't cover her mouth when she spoke at this time, it would be easy to spit out some powder.

Yi Yin Lun could buy a few pieces of bread to last him two or three days in Zaun, but if he bought two pieces of tea cake, he would obviously not be able to eat enough for one meal.
Chapter completed!