Chapter 37 Refuge
Feeling Jamie's friendliness, Gray touched the back of his head, half-kneeled down and shook the half-breed winter wolf's paw, and gave a thumbs-up to "Mott".
Seeing the naive look of this big man, Conti couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling, and then came over to say hello to Gray. Gray also has an impression of Kandy, and vaguely remembers that she accompanied an old man to the swamp to find Joan, and she also showed a friendly attitude towards Kandy out of love for the house.
Only the shy little tree spirit Mira still didn't dare to get close to Gray, standing behind the bushes, biting her fingers, watching the tall strange visitor curiously and nervously. If Conti hadn't repeatedly assured her that Gray was only fierce in appearance and not evil in heart, she would have been scared and hid in the black oak tree.
Candy had a lot of questions, and Joann, who couldn't get a word or two out, invited everyone into the cabin—the door was a little too narrow for Gray, and he had to walk sideways to avoid knocking through the frame.
The interior space of the hut is limited, Joan, Conti, Jamie and Gray are all squeezed in, making it even smaller. Gray had to sit on the ground with his back against the fireplace, and held Jamie in his arms, like holding a pet cat. Jamie adores his new friend and wags his tail to Grey in that unique Hound way of friendliness. Gray's fluffy tail swept back and forth across Gray's face, causing him to sneeze, like a thunderclap that shook the roof.
Kandy laughed out loud after being surprised, and the little tree spirit Mira wanted to join this warm and harmonious family, but she was a little shy, holding the window with both hands, standing on tiptoe to observe secretly, her big black eyes flickering.
Joan was sitting at the desk by the window, not paying attention to the curious eyes of the little tree spirit opposite, picked up a quill pen and dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote on the straw paper, telling himself and Gray that he was hunted down by the lizard man today and had to take him with him. Gray briefly recounted how he went home to take refuge.
After writing, Joan handed the straw paper with wet ink to Kandy. Kandy finished reading quickly, her smile gradually disappeared, and her expression became extraordinarily dignified.
"Joan, you'd better go to Mr. Thiel to discuss this matter."
"Grandpa won't agree to Gray staying here." Joan shook her head with a gloomy expression.
"How will you know if you don't try?" Kandy held his hand, "Go, I'll go with you! If he doesn't agree, I'll...I'll cry until he agrees!"
Joan was dumbfounded.
Still have this kind of operation? Simply unheard of.
"Does this... really work?"
"It will definitely work, just wait and see if you don't believe me!" Kandy put her hands on her hips, and her pretty face was full of confidence, which shows that she often used this trick in front of the elders in the family.
It turns out Conti was right.
After reading the note Joan handed over, old man Tire crumpled it expressionlessly and threw it into the trash can.
"Grey bag beasts can't stay in the town, if someone finds out, you two kids can't afford the consequences—"
Before the old man finished speaking, Kandy, who had already been in a good mood, resorted to a trick and burst into tears. Weeping so terribly, it made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.
The old man Tire had never seen such a scene before, he was at a loss and gave Joan winks again and again.
Joan's gaze drifted out of the window, pretending not to notice Grandpa's hint.
The old man Tell had no choice but to give in in the end, warning Joan and Kandy to keep a close watch on the gray bag beast and forbid it to leave the woods, let alone trespass into residential areas.
"Thank you, Mr. Thiel!" Conti laughed through tears, threw herself on the old man and hugged him, and kissed him on the face.
Joan was dumbfounded again, and was convinced by Kandy's unique skills of crying when she said she was crying, laughing when she was talking and laughing, and freely retracting her tears.
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The afternoon sun shone through the open window into the dark blacksmith shop, and countless fine dust swirled and danced around the light trails, forming hazy glowing cones.
A dwarf with a surprisingly strong figure stood in the center of the light cone, as if he was under the spotlight of the stage, so that Joan, who was standing in the opposite backlight, could take a closer look at this famous person in Delin Town.
Flint Iron Anvil, the son of Poincaré who was born in the Midgard Forge Valley, has just passed his 150th birthday. In terms of the lifespan of a dwarf, he is still a vigorous young man. However, in the entire town of Derlin Well, you couldn't find a townsman who was more senior and knowledgeable - even without bragging - than he.
Mr. Flint was only four feet high, almost as broad in his shoulders, and his broad, strong frame gave an impression of stocky strength. The lush beard that the dwarves are proud of is cool wine red, carefully combed, waxed, braided into braids of equal thickness, and tied with dozens of small and exquisite gold rings. These golden rings collided with each other and jingled along with Mr. Dwarf's steady and long breath, reflecting gorgeous light in the sun, like a string of golden wind chimes hanging under his jaw.
Joann's eyes were naturally attracted to Mr. Flint's beard, and she thought that even the most vain woman could not adorn her hair as beautifully as the rich dwarf's beard.
Flint Anvil coughed heavily, his broad forehead slightly furrowed, as if reminding the young mage opposite him not to be dazed anymore, his time was precious. Flint Anvil was a proud dwarf, and never asked a visitor if he didn't identify himself.
The pride of Flint Anvil is not only based on the noble blood and rich experience from the ancient dwarf court in the north, but also because he is really one of the few important people in Derlin Town. This importance is first reflected in his owned wealth. The best smithy and arms and armor shop in the town is considered to be Mr. Flint's property. As the most outstanding blacksmith in Delin Town, in recent years he has seldom wielded the forging hammer himself, leaving the two shops to his apprentices to take care of. Automatic forging hammer driven by water power. In this way, Mr. Flint Anvil can spare more energy to participate in the public affairs of the Durning Town Council and the court, offend some people in the political arena with his tough style, and at the same time win more respect.
In addition to serving as town councilor and court judge, Mr. Dwarf is more keen to display his talent and energy in another arena. It was under his strong advocacy and generous funding that the militia organization "Public Security Guard" was established in Delin Town. hundred. Flint Anvil himself served as the company commander and chief instructor of the militia. Every weekend, he put on a full set of plate armor he forged by himself, carried his hammer and strode into the training ground, and taught young people fighting skills, including the mayor Jason. Including the two Tyndale brothers--Dick and Roger--, most of the boys in the town who wanted to become professional soldiers were his students.
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