Ice is Gone

"Brother, what do you mean, no ice?"

"Drinks were like piss!"

"If you can't, someone else should come!"

I wish you could hear how they shout. Do I care, of course not? Before we were making the delivery, no one was looking at us. They looked, and no one came. They sent their footmen to carry the ice. When they came back empty-handed, the people who solved the work at the counter, but whose status was not so important, came.

They are the ones I regret the most. Those in the apprentice's minds are already wandering around, but the situation of those who are undervalued despite doing almost all the work is very dramatic.

Anyway, the last ones who made the real money, the bosses, came. They sound sweetly harshly, but the sounds coming from my right ear pass through the minimal friction environment and come out from the left side.

"My brother, the device is broken. What should I do? Do I have a wizard so I can make ice for you?"