As he approached the laundry room door, he could see that the lights were already on. They were not the mineral streetlamps outside, but lamps like heated furnaces.
Waves of heat rolled over him, like a fan blowing scorching air.
The door was not closed. He walked in and saw a sturdy, short man drying a pile of clothes without using any machinery or roasting them over a stove.
He merely hung the clothes on railings and released magic from his hands.
"Goblin."
"I'm a Volcano Man! Kid, you can call me a dwarf too, but goblin isn't a nice name!" The dwarf stopped his magic, tugged at his suspenders, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at Mel.
He only thought the child was rash, but he was still a child, so there was no need to get too angry.
"Sorry, it's my first time seeing a dwarf. I came to dry my clothes. There are four pieces in total." Holding the clothes in his arms, Mel looked at the dwarf in blue overalls. His white hair was tied into a bun atop his head, making him look rather fashionable.
His outfit looked perfectly harmonious, with nothing out of place. It suited him well.
"Put the clothes in the basket by the basin. If you want to take them back today, sit over there and wait." The dwarf took down the dried clothes one by one and placed them all into a basket.
Mel remained where he was. He was still very concerned about magic. This was something that had never appeared in the game—a spell for drying clothes. Grinding monsters in a game would not give anyone this sort of skill.
The dwarf lifted another basket of clothes. Accelerated by Wind Magic, the clothes began to dehydrate. Water spun