Chapter 8 Credit

Even though Joan deliberately kept his movements light, Kanti was aware of it immediately, and quickly jumped up from the bed, showing his vigorous skills inadvertently.

Seeing Joan's delivery of food, the girl's eyes were filled with gratitude, she suppressed her headache, squeezed out a smile and said thank you to him.

Joan handed her a note with only one sentence on it:

"Headache?"

"Since I picked up a strange luminous spar near Beaver Village yesterday morning, my head has been aching."

Kandy rubbed her forehead, looking frustrated and confused. Up to now, she still didn't understand what kind of bad luck she had, let alone that the mysterious spar that caused her headaches had fallen into Joan's hands.

Joan looked at Conti's delicate and slightly sick face, and guessed that she was probably affected by the energy burst from the "Tears of God", and her spirit was shocked. He sympathized with Kandy's experience, but unfortunately he could do nothing, after all, he didn't know medical skills, let alone a magic spellcaster.

"I went to visit Mr. Thiel just now. The old man was very kind and asked me to stay here temporarily and go home when I feel better... I hope this won't disturb you." Conti timidly observed Joan's face, His bright eyes shone slightly in the night.

Joan shook his head. I wanted to say something, but felt that there was nothing worth saying, so I turned my back silently and went back to my bedroom.

The next day, Qiao An got up before dawn, and there was nothing to eat at home. He stood in front of the empty cupboard, holding the same empty money bag, and his mood was as gloomy as the weather outside the window.

People have to eat when they are alive, Joan now has to face two choices: either go to grandpa to borrow money, or go to the grocery store to buy food on credit. He hated both of these options, because he had to ask for help.

When most people encounter difficulties, the first thing they think of is to seek help from their relatives and friends. It can even be said that human society is built on this kind of mutual help and friendship framework. His thinking was just the opposite—if he had to ask for help, he would rather ask a stranger than owe a debt to a friend or family member. Rather than asking for help from her only relative in this world, Joan would rather go to Aunt Barbara, the grocer who is not relative or relative, for credit.

When it was almost six o'clock, the wind and snow were blowing outside the window. Joan left the house alone in a cloak, and the footprints left behind were submerged in the snow in a blink of an eye.

Joan trudged through the knee-deep snow for half an hour, and found the owner, Aunt Barbara, when the grocery store in the town just opened for business, and handed her a note.

Barbara is a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a short and fat body like a barrel, always with a bright smile on her face, known in the small town for being warm-hearted and nosy. Her active figure and enthusiastic presentation are always indispensable in funerals, weddings and weddings.

Aunt Barbara didn’t have much ink in her stomach. Fortunately, Joan had considered this in advance, and wrote a request for food on credit in as simple a language as possible, and finally made a written note, solemnly promising to return the principal with interest before the end of the month arrears.

Aunt Barbara narrowed her eyes slightly, leaned close to the window, read the note in a guessing way with the slight morning light coming in from the window, grinned wider and wider, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Joan clenched her fists awkwardly, not understanding why she was laughing.

"What a weird child!" Aunt Barbara threw the note aside casually, and ran to the food counter with quick steps that were extremely disproportionate to her figure, grabbed the hot bread and stuffed it into the basket, thinking for a while , Put another jar of honey in it.

"Here, take it!" Aunt Barbara handed a basket full of food to Joan, and patted the boy's head with her chubby left hand, "My poor little one, eat more, don't starve to death !"

Qiao An bowed gratefully and repeatedly promised to pay back the money on time.

Aunt Barbara laughed again, and told Joan with a smile that she opened a shop and started a business, and her customers were all neighbors and folks. How many days would she not be able to credit more than a dozen bills? It's not something to be ashamed of.

"My good boy, you are the smartest kid in our town, and you will definitely become a great archmage in the future, why worry about such a small amount of money, these breads will be given to you by my aunt, but you can't let the mage be hungry! "

Joan was both moved and embarrassed by Aunt Barbara's kindness, and bowed to her again to thank her, and ran out of the grocery store with the bread basket like a fugitive, and ran home without stopping, with the bread still warm.

Joan sat down with a glass of water to take a breather, wolfed down a piece of bread, and wanted to eat a second, but forced himself to restrain his appetite, because he didn't want to go to Aunt Barbara for credit before paying off the debt. Although the enthusiastic female shopkeeper didn't mind this, the more enthusiastic and generous the other party was, the less Joan wanted to owe her too much.

Joann divided the remaining bread and honey into thirds, one in the kitchen pantry and the other two for Grandpa and Candy.

Joan first sent one of the food items to grandpa's wooden house, and quietly entered and left without disturbing the sleeping old man. Before the copy for Kanti was delivered, the Asa girl had already got up to wash and greeted him with a smile.

"Kitchen, breakfast." Joan briefly explained, then turned around and whistled, calling for the hound Jamie.

Joan polished the hatchet, wrapped it in a piece of cloth, slanted it around his waist, led the dog and went out.

Not far away, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. Joan stopped and looked back, and saw Kandy running towards this side with a piece of bread in his mouth. She ran fast, like a carefree fawn, her flaxen braids blowing in the wind as she ran.

"Joan Joan! Where are you going?" Kandy chewed the bread, his watery eyes were full of curiosity.

"Hunting." Joan pointed to the distant woods. He hoped to have a harvest today, to sell his prey and pay off his bread and honey.

"Hunting? Then you must take me with you!" Conti said excitedly, "I'll help you hunt, how about paying for the food?"

Joan could tell that although Kandy was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, she was not the kind of weak young lady, and her skills were quite vigorous. Considering that the Asa people, regardless of gender, make a living by hunting and fishing, Kandy presumably has also received hunting training, so it is really helpful to bring her along, but Joan is more worried about her health, so he pointed to his temple.

"The headache today is not as severe as yesterday," Conti smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, I won't be a drag on you."

Seemingly wanting to prove his strength, Kandy suddenly stretched out his hand. Before Qiao An could see her movements clearly, the hatchet at her waist had already fallen into her hands.

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