It is the niece of Janet, a clerk at Danhager reception.
Although she is not old, she is already considered an "old employee" at Danhag's reception. Danhag has many temporary visitors every day. Because there is no appointment, not every pet brought by temporary visitors can be effectively cared for. Jacqueline's job is to help her aunt take care of some of the pets of visitors temporarily.
Of course, this job was not recognized by Dan Hagg. It was just a odd job she had ‘contracted’ from her aunt. She was charged an hourly fee. She could get five copper coins for one hour to take care of each pet.
For a child of her age, this was a lot of extra money, so she was particularly attentive to do it.
Today, some weird guys wearing green robes came to the reception.
My aunt took them to Solomon Hall.
Jacqueline lay bored on the soft chair in front of the reception counter, with her eyelids hanging down, staring at the Brazilian turtle in the glass jar weakly - it was left by an old wizard who had entered before, and it was also her only opportunity to make pocket money today.
It was almost noon, and it was the time when Danhag had the least visitors.
In a daze, Jacqueline vaguely heard a strange voice sounding in her ears: "——Excuse me, how should I go to Solomon Hall?"
He is a young witch.
The little witch was confused and came up with an accurate answer in her heart, which was also an answer that made her completely uninterested. After working in Danhag for a long time, she would meet many various visitors every day, and she had already learned many tricks that were within the scope of her work.
Like an old wizard.
The old wizards who come to Danhag always wear old-fashioned and boring black robes, speak slowly, do things meticulously, and exudes a strange smell that seems decay but full of vitality. Jacqueline doesn't like the smell of them, but these old people are the most advantageous customer group. Even if they carry lab mice, the elderly don't mind paying care for them as pets. Faced with this group, Jacqueline's service has always been thoughtful and enthusiastic.
Another example is a witch.
This is a group that is difficult to deal with. I wonder if it is because the witches who come to Danhag have a bad temper. They don’t accommodate her because she is a little witch. Instead, they are particularly petty. They always ask her to provide pet care and charge regulations. If they can’t get it out, they will definitely not pay. For these witches, Jacqueline always kicks the ball back to her aunt and asks her to deal with them.
As for the male witches, and the young male witches, they almost never brought their pets to Danhag. They always talked and did things in a hurry, as if there was a crazy fight chasing them behind them.
If it's your free time on weekdays, the little witch may still be in the mood to chat with them.
But now she is too sleepy.
The warm sunlight fell on her body and her body was trapped in a soft leather chair, making every cell in her body moan comfortably, refusing to react to anything irrelevant.
Ah snee!
The little witch sneezes in a daze, and the Chaos's brain was forced to turn on within a few seconds, and quickly woke up - sneezes for no reason? Is there a cat?!
Her eyes were quickly focused.
He bounced up from the table and looked in the direction where he had just spoken to ask.
Sure enough, it was a young witch holding a cat!
Jacqueline is allergic to cat hair, so she doesn't like taking care of cats the most among all pets, but in the same way, she won't be in trouble with Tongzier. She just needs a simple trick. Taking care of cats is not difficult.
"Unreported pets need to pay a silver slot for custody!"
Before she could see the face of the male witch clearly, she subconsciously reported the official charging standard at the reception desk. She stopped and her eyes fell on the male witch's ears, and she hesitated for a moment: "Well, is the little snake on your ear alive? If it is alive, you also need to report according to the identity of the pet... Ah Yeh!"
She sneezes again, and hurriedly took out her small Dharma book, putting a layer of fresh spell on her body.
The thorny feeling that was teased by cat hair suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The little witch wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and finally saw the owner of the cat and the snake.
Perhaps because of the angle, the sunlight on the side of the corridor passed through the glass and fell on the witch, giving him a layer of dazzling color. He held the cat in his arms and a small snake hanging on his ears. He looked down at Jacqueline, with a warm smile that was different from everyone in the hall, and his eyes were clear and bright.
Ah, it looks so comfortable!
This feeling popped up in the little witch's heart.
“Where are you going?”
She unconsciously clamped the sound and asked in a slight voice.
"Solomon Hall, it should be in this building, right?"
The witch patiently repeated his question, with a hint of embarrassment: "Sorry, this is my first time here, I don't know... This is so big!"
Jacqueline's little face suddenly turned red, half because she realized that she had asked nonsense after realizing it, and the other half because the comfortable smell came towards her when the other party was talking, making her feel that the sun today was particularly dazzling.
"I'll take you there!"
The little witch jumped out of the high-legged soft chair, took a step forward, approached the male witch, and kept buzzing enthusiastically: "—Danhag is very big, and the locations of each intelligent department are different. Just like the treasures in the Mino Taurus maze, they are scattered in every corner of these buildings. Even the old employees who have worked here for a lifetime may not be able to accurately state the location of each room, let alone you new visitors... Well, have your cat reported? Is it the name in the application form that I filled in before coming to Danha? If not, it cannot go in with you and will be confiscated! What's your name?"
The witch looked down at the cat in her arms, wondering whoever dared to confiscate the old man from Danhag.
"Zheng Qing. My name is Zheng Qing."
He reported his name, stopped, and added: "—I don't know if it was reported, but I think it should be OK. If someone wants to take it away, just take it away."
whispering sound.
The yellow flower lying in his arms sniffed and shook his ears with contempt - confiscated it? Give these old litigants a face! Let them have another hundred courages to see if they dare to touch a cat hair!
Jacqueline didn't notice the expression of the yellow raccoon at all, and just stared at the witch blankly. I wonder if it was because the distance was too close, she felt that the smell on him smelled better!
Is this a slut?
A strange word appeared in the little witch's heart.