Chapter 2688 Nature

He took out the metal parts from his pocket and showed them to Old Patch.

Experts are indeed experts. Even if it is just a pile of seemingly unrelated metal parts, they can still identify its original prototype at a glance - "Is this a lock?"

Old Patch stretched out his hand, pinched a broken metal rod, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Don't tell me you have nothing to do but use a knife to read locks?"

"How is that possible?" I argued, "Barbara scratched it with her nails."

"Barbara" Old Patch thought for a moment and asked, "Is she that little cat girl?"

"That's her."

"She actually scratched the lock made of high-quality stainless steel. This little girl's talent is really good." Old Patch pinched his chin and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, she is not an adventurer."

"Huh?" I said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to know this, uncle?"

Old Patch curled his lips and said: "Who are you looking down on! Although I am not an adventurer, I am also from a royal family and have been living in the civilian areas of Airui City for many years. I may not know less than you, a working adventurer."

I nodded solemnly: "I believe this. You are well-informed and can be called an encyclopedia of folk adventurers. Your deep understanding of the adventurer industry makes me worship you. I admire you deeply." , straight into the Milky Way and the sea of ​​stars, endlessly."

"Stop it, stop it!" Old Patch kept trembling, with goosebumps all over his body: "This kind of free-spirited flattery should be done as little as possible. This thing is just like purple heart grass. A small amount can cure diseases, but a large amount can cure diseases. It takes lives.”

"Hey, look what you said, flattering others can kill people. Isn't that a joke!"

"This is no joke." Patch said with a serious face: "Touting it will make people get carried away and forget who they are, and this is exactly the beginning of disaster."

I deeply agree with what Patch said.

After chatting for a while, I planned to take a stroll to visit the master elf craftsman's mansion to see if I could use my connections to help him cast a lock secretly, but he was stopped by Patch.

"Are you going to make a lock?" Patch asked.

I nodded.

"Go to the master elf craftsman?" he asked again.

I nodded again.

Then he curled his lips and said displeasedly: "Why are you looking for him?"

"Of course it's a cast lock."

"You are looking for something far away at the expense of the near!" Patch said with an angry look on his face: "There is obviously such an excellent forger right here, but you actually go all the way to find the most outstanding forger master in Moonlight City. Hmm, the elves know how to cast. Do they know casting? They only understand art! They only understand beauty! The ones who really know the most about casting and have the most experience in this industry are us goblins and dwarves!"

Patch's voice was a bit loud, and some passing elves looked here. Their five senses were very sensitive, and their hearing was very good. In addition, old Patch's voice was both high-pitched and loud, so they heard him clearly.

But no elf came up to argue with him. I think it was probably because they agreed with Old Patch and believed from the bottom of their hearts that elves knew nothing about casting. They were only talented in art and were truly born to be casters. , and counting the dwarves and goblins of Fort Wych.

Seeing them stop for a while and then leave one after another, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and whispered: "Uncle, please keep your voice down, Moonlight City doesn't like shouting at the top of your lungs."

Old Patch also knew that he was in the wrong, so he snorted and stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."

I was confused: "What?"

"Lock material," he said, "I'll help you recast one."

I was about to refuse, but I suddenly noticed a light shining in his eyes, and I instantly understood - he had itchy hands and had no place to vent. He happened to meet me, and he happened to be in time to do this, so he just went along with the flow and helped me. Casting the lock not only saves me the trouble, but also relieves his hand addiction.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Shaking my head with a smile, I put all the ingredients in his hand and said, "Then I'll leave it to uncle."

"Don't worry." Patch beat his chest with his fist, making a thumping sound: "I'm an expert!"

In fact, I am quite relieved when Old Patch casts things. Except that the beauty is not as good as that of the master elf craftsman, other aspects, especially the sturdiness, are far better than the master elf craftsman.

Perhaps as he said, elves only know art, while dwarves and goblins know forging.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Barbara holding her round and bulging belly, lying on the sofa and humming. This scared me, and I thought to myself: Could it be that I was greedy and ate too much honey? !

When I asked about it, I found out that she didn't eat too much honey, but she was greedy and thought that since she couldn't eat all the honey, why not add more water? With the sweetness of the honey, she could just drink water until she was full!

So she kept adding water to the cup, adding more and more. A spoonful of honey was mixed with about a dozen teacups of water, and she stretched her skinny little girl as if she was pregnant. of.

After listening to Mr. Taylor's explanation, I went downstairs dumbfounded.

Barbara, who had a pale face, looked at me pitifully and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Yi, hiccup, I hiccup so much, I feel so uncomfortable."

My eyes twitched, and it took me a long time to hold back a sentence: "Get up when you feel uncomfortable."

Seeing that I didn't comfort her, but spoke in a bad tone, Barbara's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, please don't look like a resentful woman. I'm just asking you to get up and take a walk with me to eat. There's no other meaning."

"Walking to eat?" Barbara asked tremblingly.

"Otherwise? Do you think there is a better way to digest food?"

Barbara thought for a while, then jumped up from the sofa, not looking like she was exhausted.

"Come on, let's go for a walk!" Barbara put her hands behind her back and twirled her ears excitedly: "Where are you going for a walk?"

"The Forest of Elves."

"Okay!" Barbara said excitedly: "Hello, Elf Forest, I want to eat white fish, a bunch of white fish!"

Barbara, who was in a state of excitement, returned to her childhood again, but she didn't know how long this energy would last.

Comparing the arrogant and arrogant Barbara like a queen with the exposed and innocent Barbara, I found that I like both, but the former sometimes makes people feel helpless, while the latter makes me feel more relaxed. .

After walking through most of the forest and eating delicious wild fruits, Barbara and I returned home, catching a dozen white fish along the way, each weighing more than two kilograms.

We happily returned home all the way. As soon as we entered the house, we felt a sudden burst of arrogance. Barbara's clear and innocent eyes suddenly became cold and arrogant.

"Hmph, I'm tired, I'll leave the white fish to you, make it delicious!"

After that, he turned around, went into the house, lay down on the sofa, and started to be lazy and dazed.

I smiled bitterly: It seems that the true nature exposed by golden honey can only last less than two hours.