Chapter 757 The Power of Love

I know very well that whether it is Harold, Jin Siqi, Yuffie, Maurice, or Rodney's sister, Carter Eva, they are all worried about what happened that day.

Maybe at this moment, they are blaming me.

Or maybe they hate me.

No matter what kind of support there is, there is a price, and all I need is their loyalty.

It may be worthless now, but it will definitely be useful in the future.

During this period, I went to Lao Pachi's newly opened weapons shop. It was really bustling with adventurers coming and going to buy goods and weapons, or crafting equipment and weapons.

In addition to the prosperous business, the second difference is that old Patch no longer stands on the counter, but always stays in the forging room, taking orders for blacksmithing.

The person behind the counter is his wife, Tracy.

Nowadays, Tracy is no longer the bedridden, trembling, pale-faced patient she was back then. Instead, she is a rosy-faced woman who exudes the unique feminine charm of the dwarves. Seeing how busy they were, I thought about leaving quietly, but I was spotted by the sharp-eyed Tracy. She called me from a distance, dispersed the crowded crowd, and announced that the proofing would begin at this moment. Come back tomorrow if you want to build weapons and equipment.

After closing the shop door, Tracy thanked me first, and then ran to the forging room to greet old Patch.

Not long after, I heard Old Pachi laugh like a profiteer: "Hey hey hey~ Xiaoyi, are you here?"

As soon as I turned my head and was about to speak, I was shocked by his appearance: his appearance and appearance were the same as when he was in Airui City, but the key point was his hair, which was short and medium-parted like a traitor. , why is the hair missing?

Uh, no, no, it's not just one piece missing.

I shifted my perspective and landed on his ear. I was surprised: Damn it, where is the back half of his hair?

Old Patch also seemed to notice that something was wrong with my eyes. He subconsciously touched his hair behind his back, and then pulled it off, revealing a bright light green bald head. Then, he screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Ah! My hair! Why is it like this!"

Old Patch was an expert in blacksmithing, but he knew nothing about human science.

He didn't even know that his hair would shrink when exposed to high temperatures, ignited by the slightest flame, and turn into ash very quickly.

Perhaps he was so serious about crafting weapons and equipment that he didn't even notice that his hair was on fire.

But fortunately, he was wearing a wig, so the damage was not big. He only needed to replace it with another one.

Of course, that's what I thought.

But when I saw the almost desperate look in old Patch's eyes, I was confused. How could just a wig cause such a terrible blow to him?

At first, I thought this was just Old Patch's nostalgia, but later, after listening to Old Patch's sad soliloquy, I understood the truth of the matter.

It turned out that old Patch had not had much hair since he was a child, and as he grew older, his hair decreased instead of increasing, and then it decreased again and again, until he was six years old, when he was bald, but not bald. Become stronger.

To use his way of stating it: While other children with soft short hair were walking happily in the fields and mountains, his head was like a raw potato, bare and exuding light green. of light.

For this reason, Old Patch once thought of giving up on himself, just sitting in the house every day and quietly making a potato.

However, at this time, he met the love of his life - Tracy, who had long black hair.

At that time, Tracy was still a little girl who had just turned five years old. She was pure, beautiful, touching, and kind, but what attracted Old Patch the most was her long black hair.

Tracy did not reject the potato-headed old Patch like other dwarf children or goblin children. Instead, she took the initiative to approach him and quickly became friends with him.

But old Patch had a potato head and was born hairless. Walking side by side with Trish, he was as funny as a goddess and her potatoes.

As a result, old Patch gave up on himself even more.

But then, Trish did something that not only moved Old Patch to tears, but also confirmed that Trish was the woman for his life - Trish cut off half of her long black hair and braided it into A wig was put on old Patch's head.

Although it was his first time to make a wig, both the model and style were ugly, but Old Patch felt happier than ever before.

After that, Lao Pachi never changed his wig, and kept wearing the traitor's head that didn't fit or look good, until today.

After telling this story, Old Patch hugged Tracy's waist and began to cry and confess.

This was the first time I saw old Patch repenting of his sins so much. He actually regarded burning his wig as a sin that would be unforgivable in his life.

But think about it carefully, if the protagonist were me, maybe I would be like him.

Tracy didn't seem to be good at comforting others with words. She just kept touching old Patch's face and back with her hands, and of course, the top of her head.

After Old Patch cried, he began to become anxious again: "What should I do, what should I do? This is the love token that Tracy gave me, and it was burned like this."

He looked at me with a look of helplessness on his face.

"It's dirt!" A bunch of tic-tac-toe symbols had already appeared on my forehead: "Why are you so sad? Isn't your wife living a good life? If you really want it, why don't you ask her to make a wig for you? !”

"But, but this wig is full of countless beautiful memories for me."

"Good memories are for remembering. You can treasure this wig. There is no need to wear it every day. And, do you know, you look more than a hundred times more handsome without the wig than with the wig."

"Really?" Old Patch turned to Tracy and asked.

Tracy said affectionately: "No matter whether you wear a wig or not, in my heart, you will always be the most handsome."

"Oh, Tracy~~~"

"Oh, Patch~~~"

"Oh fuck you!" I cursed in my heart, no longer caring about these two guys showing off their affection, turned around, and left directly.

After that, two days later, Mi Lulu asked me, what on earth did I do to her uncle, who actually took off his wig?

I thought for a long time and told her deeply: "Love, this is the power of love!"

"The power of love?" Mi Lulu's eyes were in a trance, lost in thought.